Let's restart, Spider-Man!

To avoid being exposed, he only occasionally echoed a few words, while secretly harboring other plans.

Half an hour later, Charlotte left the laboratory, and Harry, who was waiting at the door, quickly went to greet her.

"I never imagined you were so outstanding. Even Professor Kurt, who is usually the most difficult to get along with, likes you very much. How come I never noticed before that you were a genius?" He hooked his arm around Charlotte's neck and laughed.

Charlotte shrugged. "Being friends with you means that no matter how outstanding I am, I'll be overshadowed by your wealth. You should know that."

Harry grinned. "You're right, but you probably won't regret it."

The next second, his face showed some melancholy. "However, a lot has happened to the company recently. Although my father didn't tell me, I have guessed that the company may go bankrupt, and I may not have the ability to make money in the future."

"Di Di~"

Just then, Harry's phone rang, and his expression changed immediately after he answered it.

"Are you kidding me, Charlotte? I'm in trouble. You go to the basketball game by yourself, I have to go now."

Harry hurriedly ran towards the parking lot, but Charlotte didn't follow immediately. Instead, she turned around, went to the rooftop, changed into her nanotech suit, and swung down.

He understood why Harry was in such a hurry.

"Boom~"

Soon, the sports car roared out of the campus.

Half an hour later, in the villa area.

Harry rushed into his father's room upon returning home and immediately spotted the cold body on the bed.

The corpse was gruesome, covered in crisscrossing bloodstains, and its chest had been cruelly ripped out, leaving a huge, horrifying, and terrifying hole.

"This is."

Harry stared blankly at the corpse on the bed. As he slowly walked to the bedside, he seemed to have all his strength drained away, and suddenly collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

“Father…he…” He looked at the butler John, his eyes bloodshot.

He lost his only family member, and he felt like his world had collapsed.

He couldn't help but recall the moments he had spent with his father, and his heart ached.

A somber mood filled the room, John said with a heavy heart.

"Yes, he's dead. A mysterious person told me to go there to collect the body. When I arrived, I found Norman's body, and..."

He pointed to the tattered armor in the corner, "And Green Goblin's armor."

"The Green Goblin killed my father?" Harry's body trembled.

John shook his head. "No, actually, your father is the Green Goblin."

"what?"

Ignoring his grief, Harry's face was full of disbelief.

"Impossible! How could my father be the Green Goblin? He wouldn't bomb his own company."

Harry's excited roar echoed from the room.

Meanwhile, Charlotte, disguised as Spider-Man, quietly sneaks into the villa, holding a green key and searching for a possible entrance.

He did not rashly hand the key to Harry.

If Norman had left behind an imperfect gene serum, Harry's fate would have been dire.

Chapter 14 The Truth About Becoming Spider-Man

Harry and the butler stayed in the room for a long time, giving Charlotte plenty of time.

Charlotte searched everywhere but couldn't find a cabinet or room that the green key could open.

It will be difficult for him to discover the secret of the green key on his own.

The key was an old-fashioned design; perhaps Harry knew how to use it.

As darkness fell, Harry walked out of Norman's room like a zombie.

He went to Norman's study and stayed in the dark room for a long time.

He thought a lot that night, the heavy burden on his shoulders making it hard to breathe.

Helplessness, fear, and loneliness replaced the sadness in my heart.

At night, Charlotte rested his hands behind his head on the rooftop, looked up at the moonlight, and listened quietly to the sobbing coming from the study.

There is no such thing as true empathy in the world.

Norman's death was a huge blow to Harry, but Charlotte only felt a little sentimental.

He was Harry's best friend, but there wasn't much he could do for Harry.

He secretly instructed the butler to bring Norman's body back, and that was all.

Even if Norman hadn't died at the hands of the mysterious man, he would still have to find a way to stop Norman's actions.

For Norman, death was not frightening.

The scariest thing is that he fears he might one day go crazy and hurt Harry.

Even though he had done it before.

For Charlotte, the best outcome was that Norman didn't die at his hands.

He spent the night with his friends.

The next day, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Harry's profile, the warmth of which sent a shiver down his spine.

After a night's rest, he forced himself to cheer up.

Seeing John bring in breakfast, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said, "John, Father's secret must not be revealed. Just announce to the outside world that he is on sick leave, and leave the company's affairs to me!"

His eyes hardened.

Having been protected by his father for so many years, it's time for him to protect the Osborne Group that his father cherishes.

Under John's approving gaze, Harry turned on the computer and searched for all the information about the Green Goblin.

Among these pieces of information, the most recent news about the Green Goblin is its battle with Spider-Man a few days ago.

"Soldiers carrying shields, explosive arrows, and the most troublesome Spider-Man ever."

He calmly analyzed the information, trying to find out who killed his father.

The father's fatal wound was a hole in his chest. He had watched the video of the incident and found that neither the shield soldier nor Spider-Man had the ability to break through the armor's defenses.

Therefore, they are not the murderers.

And they didn't catch the father that day.

"Harry, the autopsy results are in."

Just then, John's phone rang, and he received the latest news.

"The hole in your father's chest was not caused by an explosion; the murder weapon was a weapon resembling the claws of a wild animal."

"Beast?"

Harry frowned. "What kind of clue is this?"

"Oh, right, and this too."

John took out the green key. "I found this by Norman's bed this morning while I was tidying up. It must be a clue I missed."

"This is?"

Harry took the key, as if he had just thought of something.

He quickly searched the study and finally found a palm-sized black treasure chest in the safe.

Harry instinctively smiled when he saw the treasure chest.

“When I was little, my father often played treasure hunt with me. I always managed to find the key, but he would hide it and cheat.”

The beautiful memories were fleeting. He suppressed his smile, used the key to open the treasure chest, and found only a cell phone inside.

He took a deep breath and opened the video recording on his phone.

"Harry, my child, I'm sorry, by the time you see this video, I will already be dead."

I can't control myself right now; I can only leave this for you when I'm slightly more lucid.

In the video, Norman looks haggard, but he still speaks with a smile on his face.

"You've always wondered why I spend most of my time and energy on experiments instead of returning to my family."

Because of this, your mother left me, and you resent me for it, but I had no choice but to do it.

I'm telling you now because of a hereditary disease in our Osborn family that will start to torment us after the age of forty and continue until we die.

You are in the same boat, but you still have time.

I poured all my energy into researching a gene serum to treat genetic diseases, but it had a major flaw that plunged me into an abyss from which I could never find salvation.

So you absolutely must not use it, but I believe you can perfect it. All the data is in my lab, and you know the password.

My child, please forgive me for leaving in such a hurry; I can't hold on any longer.

I hope you can live a happy life forever, but some things are beyond our control. Please forgive me, your unfit father.

Harry, I love you.

The video ends here; Norman's face is forever frozen in the phone's image.

Harry stared at his father on the phone, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Is a family history of hereditary disease the real reason why the father took such a risk?

His eyes turned red as he finally understood his father.

As the video ended, Charlotte also received a video file from an unknown account.

"Charlotte, congratulations. If you can see this video, it means you have been successfully transformed into a superhuman by the mutated spider."

Norman's first words startled Charlotte.

Did he become Spider-Man because of Norman?