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"Blade lost contact the day before yesterday and it seems he has been killed." After saying this, the Punisher left, leaving White Night deep in thought.

"White, do vampires really exist?" Peter Parker felt his worldview crumbling. Was there really so much hidden behind this peaceful world?

"You've seen mutants, so why can't you accept vampires? They're just a bunch of shady characters. In terms of strength, 99% of them couldn't beat you now that you've mutated."

As Bai Ye spoke, he fell into deep thought, never expecting that he would stumble upon the script of the Blade Runner next door while sitting at home.

'But according to the original plot, no matter which one it is, I can handle it on my own even without it, right?' Bai Ye thought to himself with some uncertainty.

After all, the universe he is in now is definitely not the original Earth-199999 Avengers universe, but a strange world in the Marvel multiverse that inexplicably mixes multiple independent worldviews.

Vampires, Spider-Man, Iron Man, and mutants all live and thrive in the same world, and it's impossible to predict what kind of trouble they'll cause due to the butterfly effect.

Filled with inexplicable anxiety about his own strength, Bai Ye picked up the steel rod lying on the ground and threw it at Peter.

"Just like yesterday, use him to hit me, while keeping the frequency the same, but increase the force by 20%."

"20%?" Peter looked at Bai Ye in surprise, but still nodded heavily, and following Bai Ye's instructions, he increased the force of his whipping on Bai Ye's body.

Soon, the dull thud of steel bars hitting rubber tires echoed throughout the gym.

The deep sound could be faintly heard even by the other people exercising below. They all looked up at the ceiling with puzzled expressions, thinking that there was renovation going on up there.

Because of the increased strength, Peter's whipping lasted for only twenty-five minutes before he had to stop and relax his hands.

Of course, compared to physical exhaustion, Bai Ye was more concerned about Peter Parker's current mental state.

"Why have you been so absent-minded since just now?" Bai Ye asked Peter, who was deep in thought.

"Bai, I'm thinking about what the Punisher said earlier."

Peter paused for a moment, then stopped what he was doing and said, "You said that after we have these abilities, should we use them to become superheroes like them and help more people?"

Faced with his question, Bai Ye did not speak, but turned to stare at him for a long time without saying a word.

Peter felt a little uneasy under that look, wondering if his friend was angry. For a moment, the atmosphere in the gym became somewhat quiet.

After a long while, Bai Ye slowly withdrew his gaze and continued exercising, urging, "What are you standing there for? Don't stop moving your hands."

"Phew." Peter breathed a sigh of relief and continued swinging the steel rod in his hand.

'Should I say he truly lives up to his reputation as a good guy who, even when he turns evil, only threatens his boss for a raise? Even if Uncle Ben weren't dead, he's still preparing to follow the old path of a superhero.'

Bai Ye was somewhat depressed, wondering if he had paid Peter Parker too much for his part-time job, causing him to pursue spiritual fulfillment after he was no longer under financial pressure. Why not be a superhero?

Of course, Bai Ye also knew that this guy's persona was that of a born saint, and there was no way to persuade him. He could only silently wish him a smooth journey on his path as a cursed lone star.

'However, even if we spend money to save on licensing and other paperwork, having Smith go to the factory to buy and modify the stamping machine the day before yesterday will still take at least ten days to two weeks. We can't waste this window of opportunity; we must at least squeeze out as much of Peter's remaining value as possible.'

Bai Ye thought to herself, then suddenly looked at Peter and said, "Peter, if you insist on becoming a superhero, I won't stop you, but have you thought about how to balance your hobby and your life?"

"There are no subsidies or guarantees for being a superhero. I remember you were raised by your uncle and aunt. Don't you think about them?"

“This…” Peter was immediately caught in a deep hesitation.

Thinking about how pleased Uncle Ben and the others were when I took out 20,000 yuan in cash this morning and told them about my part-time job, my restless heart immediately cooled down.

"Don't forget, I've already paid you a high salary of 20,000 yuan for a month's part-time job. I'm not stopping you from becoming a superhero, but at least you can't miss the first month's work," Bai Ye said.

“I understand.” After thinking for a moment, Peter nodded solemnly.

'Plan works!' Bai Ye thought with relief when Peter agreed.

As expected, the real-world Palu is still too unstable. As the boss, he actually has to take care of the employees' emotions, which is truly upside down.

Unlike the ordered machines that work tirelessly and won't stop as long as the internal parts aren't damaged.

In half a month, once the factory develops its modern equipment, it will be able to directly replace Peter and other outdated manual laborers.

Of course, this is not a layoff, but rather an outsourcing of highly skilled personnel.

It means sending Peter, this highly skilled laborer, to the streets of New York to continue being his superhero, contributing to the construction of American capitalism and shining brightly.

At this moment, Peter was unaware that Bai Ye, who was beside him, had already planned out how to optimize him, while he was still obliviously working hard to train Bai Ye.

Peter felt grateful, thinking that even though he had mentioned wanting to leave, the other person was still so considerate of him; his friend was truly wonderful.

'There's still not enough time,' Bai Ye thought with regret.

Since he obtained the panel, all sorts of events have been drawn to him like a magnet, impossible to avoid; it's all happening too fast.

Chapter 38 Encountering a Ghost

It had only been seven or eight days since I got the panel from Baiye, but time seemed to be running out of control, like a motor that just wouldn't stop.

One thing after another jumped into his life, leaving him no way to escape.

During each workout, Bai Ye thinks about how to train better and how to develop better in the future.

However, time constraints prevented him from making many things.

Ultimately, it's because his growth period was too short; he's too weak now, and he hasn't even finished his developmental stage.

Take a stamping machine, for example. How could he not know that this thing is extremely beneficial for exercise? But whether it's waiting for the approval documents or finding a specialist to modify it, it's not something that can be done in a short time.

Moreover, once he finishes this whole process, the expenses for purchasing and modifying the items will deplete most of his money, leaving him with insufficient living expenses. There are ways to make money, but going through the proper channels is either troublesome or time-consuming.

If setting up a stamping press is this difficult, then better training equipment, such as voltage converters, mustard gas, or even trying to swallow a nuclear reactor alive, all require financial support.

Making money is simple: just sell the Zixia Divine Skill. Given that transferring power directly to someone only results in a loss of 20%, let those with capital and companies handle it.

With enough people, it's not a problem to train martial arts masters in just one night; this represents enormous market value.

The problem is, with Bai Ye's current strength—he can't even beat Spider-Man—how dare he flaunt his wealth? And who can he trust in the Marvel universe?

Tony Stark, before becoming Iron Man, is trustworthy, but as a key target of S.H.I.E.L.D., Crossbones might be leading his team to your door that very night.

In this world where mutants are the dominant species, who knows how many mechanics Hydra might come up with?

This is also why Bai Ye is trying to keep a low profile at the moment. At least until his 3D data reaches the level of Spider-Man, he will not dare to negotiate with those people. Otherwise, he will not have any confidence at all.

If Bai Ye were rich now, he wouldn't stop Peter from leaving. He might even give him millions as a parting gift to win him over, just like a super-rich person would, replicating the motivational rhetoric that anyone who betrays him can get millions.

Unfortunately, the ideal is often far from reality.

"Bai, I successfully stored a trace of true energy in my dantian as instructed in the manual, but the true energy is too weak."

While Bai Ye was exercising, Smith, who had been sitting cross-legged in the corner without making a sound, spoke up.

Bai Ye glanced at him, and the blood-soaked man put down the iron lump in his hand and nodded, saying, "Okay, turn your back to me now, and I'll send you a wisp of true energy to test the waters."

As a form of advertising for future negotiations with the gym owner, Bai Ye planned to give Smith a 10-day experience pack as a newbie perk upon login, and also to see how effective the so-called "transmission of skills" mentioned by the Gentleman Sword really was.

"Bai Ye, are you going to pass on your skills to me?" Smith's eyes widened. Having thoroughly studied Bai Ye's handwritten notes, he naturally understood what passing on skills meant.

"Stop talking nonsense, turn around, and I'll transfer my power to you," Bai Ye said calmly.

It was just a wisp of true energy, which would take Smith a whole day, but for him now it only took ten minutes.

Soon, as Smith excitedly sat cross-legged, Bai Ye directly entered Smith's meridians from behind, through his clothes.

As the Purple Cloud True Qi entered his body, Smith immediately held his breath and began to circulate his internal energy according to the technique.

In just three minutes, Bai Ye's internal energy was completely converted, leaving only eight strands, and Bai Ye completely lost this strand of his original internal energy.

"Is this what it means to transfer power..." Bai Ye closed his eyes and felt the lack of internal energy in his dantian. The whole process was nothing special, and could even be described as ordinary.

Peter, watching with great interest, asked, "Bai, can I learn this internal energy cultivation technique too?"

"Whatever, but it can't be shared outside this year. After that, it's up to you." Bai Ye reminded him to ensure the scarcity of internal energy.

Soon, Peter began to help Bai Ye exercise while also taking advantage of breaks to read the notes Bai Ye had given him.

As a genius whose mental strength had reached 1.6 before the mutation, he quickly memorized the entire manual and prepared to try practicing it after returning home.

Out of gratitude to Bai Ye, Peter helped Bai Ye cultivate until 11 p.m. before leaving.

After everyone left, as night fell over New York, Bai Ye, as usual, dragged out sulfuric acid and began to wash away the marks on his body.

Then, under the cover of night, they began to infiltrate the homes of those gangsters and carry out cleanup work, based on their memories.

The entire city of New York is now on edge because of the massacre of three gangs, and everyone is on high alert.

Bai Ye went directly to the house this time, but found nothing. He only encountered a few armed guards who had been specially stationed inside the house.

After failing to find a suitable location, Bai Ye, with the spirit of "since I'm already here," visited another place, only to find it was also a trap. Clearly, these gangsters had all learned their lesson.

As night fell, Bai Ye walked along a deserted, secluded path toward the gym.

Along the way, a cool breeze blew, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling. Most of the streetlights emitted a dim and yellowish light due to their age, which shone on Bai Ye's face, which had mostly healed from the acid, as if he had accidentally wandered onto the set of a horror movie.

"Screw rustle..."

Along the way, Bai Ye's senses could hear the constant sounds of insects and small animals like geckos crawling and the rustling of grass and trees.

At this moment, Bai Ye, who was walking on the road, suddenly froze, because he smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

Having killed many people in recent days, he could clearly smell the vitality in the blood, which was definitely fresh blood that had just flowed out and had not yet congealed.

'Has someone just been killed around here?' Bai Ye wondered to himself.

Of course, he wasn't too panicked. After all, the number of people who died at his hands, directly or indirectly, was almost enough to achieve the feat of killing a hundred people. It was just a mere murder case.

Since he couldn't hear a heartbeat nearby, Bai Ye guessed that the murderer must have left. Just as he was about to go forward to check, a sound suddenly came from his side.

"Crack!"

A sound like a rotten branch being snapped came from the bushes, causing Bai Ye to turn his head and shout, "Who is it!"

"What kind of monster are you?" A tall, beautiful woman with a cold and aloof appearance emerged from the bushes, looking at Bai Ye's acid-stained face with fear.

She had originally intended to ambush and kill Bai Ye, but after seeing Bai Ye's face, her legs went weak with fear. Where did this monster come from, looking so terrifying?

Looking at the cold and beautiful woman in front of him, whose face was full of fear, Bai Ye's eyelids twitched slightly. Part of the smell of blood came from the woman's mouth.

'It really is a ghost.' Bai Ye and the cold, beautiful woman thought to themselves as they looked at each other.

Chapter 39 The Holy Body of Innate Worker

On a secluded path, two creatures that didn't resemble humans met face to face.

One is physiologically very different from humans, while the other is terrifyingly inhuman in appearance.

'It's true what they say, if you walk the night too often, you're bound to run into a ghost eventually.'