Marvel's genius inventor? I'll make a wish-granting dragon with my own hands.

The United States is an extremely wealthy place.

But the world is a strange place. The richer a place is, the more poor people there are. In addition, guns are completely legal here, and drugs are rampant and even sold cheaply as painkillers, which leads to a high crime rate.

After all, drug addiction can cause hallucinations.

It will mass-produce mentally ill people.

This is far more terrible than alcoholism!

The chaotic environment creates chaotic criminals, but it also creates superheroes who stop the chaos.

Spider-Man is one of them.

She is also the most famous one.

But at this moment, he was perched atop a tall building, his eyes scanning the chaotic streets with a puzzled look.

He has exceptional eyesight.

And extremely sensitive super hearing.

It allowed him to easily perceive the evils of the city in the darkness, the cries for help, and the arrogant boasting and talk of various criminals, as if he were not afraid at all.

It gave Spider-Man a feeling of going back to a few years ago.

"Aren't they afraid of me?"

"And where do all these criminals come from in New York?!"

Spider-Man was somewhat puzzled.

Ever since he was bitten by a genetically modified spider at the Osborn Corporation, he has gained superhuman abilities. Having hated evil since childhood, he has been walking in the shadows, fighting criminals.

He's just like Batman next door.

They only punish the criminals, never kill them; they simply detain them and hand them over to the police.

Over the years...

The police station's jail was almost full of criminals.

The sentence can be as high as 2 years.

Therefore, the night should be calm and peaceful, as safe as a great Eastern country, and there should be no such chaotic scene!

Spider-Man was bewildered. Could it be that Gwen's father, after Gwen's death, released all the prisoners from jail as revenge?

His eyes were dim.

He was filled with remorse. If it weren't for him, his beloved girlfriend Gwen wouldn't have been implicated and ended up falling from a high-rise building, dying on the spot.

Spider-Man is in pain.

I have been praying to God in my heart.

Praying for a miracle to happen.

Let's try to make up for this mistake.

But God did not appear!

Just as Spider-Man was feeling down, he heard a sharp cry for help. A robber had stolen something and was running away quickly. Because his legs were slower, the robber was trying to steal a car from an unlucky guy parked on the side of the road.

The unfortunate person was a woman.

"Hey buddy, bullying a lady isn't very gentlemanly!"

Spider-Man didn't have time to think.

Then it fell from the sky.

It landed right in front of the robber.

The robber was so frightened that he trembled. His head glazed over as he instinctively looked up at the sky, completely bewildered as to where this guy in pajamas had come from.

"Get out of here!"

The robber, mistaking Spider-Man for a magician clown, brandished his gun menacingly, "My pistol will rip your ass open. Come on over if you want to die!"

"Oh, sorry, your gun is indeed powerful, but it's out of bullets."

"hehe!"

Without saying a word, the robber raised his gun and fired, only to find that the muzzle of the gun was blocked by something. Then, with a bang, the barrel exploded.

He screamed in disbelief.

Then he kicked the unfortunate woman next to him, jumped into the car, and stepped on the gas to drive away.

He's seen a ghost!

The last time he saw this monster that said there were no bullets in the gun was in a TV series!

He floored the gas pedal.

He wanted to get rid of Spider-Man.

To everyone's surprise, Spider-Man leaped forward, shooting webs from his wrists, and moved with ghostly speed, landing upside down on the car window. Arms crossed, he looked at the other person with a mocking expression, "Hey, sir, were you looking for me?"

"Monster! You're a monster!"

Amidst the robbers' terrified screams.

Spider-Man had pulled the man back and, incidentally, hoisted the out-of-control car into the air, securing the robber to it.

Then he turned around with a dashing air.

With a backhand slap, he sealed the other person's mouth shut.

That was incredibly skillful.

Everything fell silent.

Spider-Man picked up the unfortunate man's phone, casually handed it back, and said very naturally, "Here you go, ma'am. Remember to call the police."

He originally thought he would get screams from girls as usual.

That feeling of fans meeting celebrities.

He was praised as a good citizen of New York.

To Spider-Man's surprise, he experienced the feeling that good people should be held at gunpoint, and the other party showed no gratitude but fear.

The other party did call the police.

But he said he had encountered a monster.

Spider-Man then realized what had happened, and all his previous doubts came flooding back. He snatched the other person's phone and saw the year and time displayed on it. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

08 years!

How utterly absurd!

He seemed to have arrived in an extremely unfamiliar world, just like in a science fiction movie; he had traveled through time!

"No...no!"

Spider-Man fled in a disheveled manner.

He refused to accept all of this.

Because he had just lost his beloved girlfriend Gwen not long ago, and now he had traveled through time, it meant that he had become a wanderer in this strange place, and he had also lost his only remaining family!

"No!"

Spider-Man dashes towards his home.

"Madam, madam, can you still hear me?"

The woman, who had collapsed to the ground, picked up her phone and stared in disbelief at Spider-Man leaping around high in the air. She stammered, "I don't know if you believe it, but I saw a spider demon."

"That's right, it's the spider demon from Journey to the West that was all the rage a while ago. It really can spin silk!"

"Should I go to 76 Kant Avenue?"

"What are you doing?"

"Go see a neurosurgeon??"

"Fuck you!"

At this time, Russell was unaware that by asking the dragon to grant a wish to create the Infinity Stones, he had attracted visitors from another dimension who had a deep obsession with the stones.

He was extremely excited.

I can't wait to experience the power of the gemstone.

Russell flew back to his home, only to see a tall figure in the living room—the Hulk in his transformed form.

It gave him quite a fright.

His eyes narrowed subconsciously, and his anger gathered within him, but he relaxed in the blink of an eye, simply because the Hulk's eyes did not hold anger and rage, but rather a clear sense of stupidity.

The figure in front of me is not the Hulk.

It was Banner, the Hulk.

The other person also saw Russell's return, scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, and explained his current situation, "Uh... I talked to Hulk, and as long as it doesn't cause trouble, I'll feed it chocolate."

The mighty Hulk was actually moved by chocolate.

Although it sounds absurd.

But it is indeed a very real situation.

After all, Banner and Hulk share one body but do not have each other's senses. Whenever Hulk appears, Banner loses consciousness, and when Banner takes control of the body, Hulk is imprisoned in a dark cage.

Hulk naturally couldn't get any food.

Russell was stunned for a moment, never expecting that the two of them could communicate so well. Although their combat power would be greatly reduced, turning them from the world-destroying Hulk in Avengers 1 into Bruce Banner who was hesitant to smash a motorcycle in Avengers 4, at least the potential for them to go berserk was eliminated.

"That sounds like a good thing."

"Well, there was a tiny bit of an accident during the process..."

Banner, the Hulk, lowered his head guiltily.

This immediately gave Russell a bad feeling.

He peeked out and found that his luxurious villa was in a dilapidated state, riddled with holes. The table was broken, the door was on the ground, the floor tiles were covered with footprints, the television was shattered, and the sofa was dented.

Clearly, when Banner received the Hulk's enormous body, he was overwhelmed by the exaggerated power and couldn't control it at all.

It's like a disabled person looking at their own leg.

It's like trying to make it go to the left, but it always goes to the right.

It's completely unresponsive.

Russell looked at the mess and fell silent. Banner, feeling even more guilty, stammered, "I...I'll make it up to you..."

But he's currently living and eating with Russell.

All previous savings were frozen and used for compensation.

What will we use to compensate?

"I hope you can make up for it."

Russell didn't take it too seriously, after all, he now also possessed the power of money, and even more powerful superpowers.

Accompanied by a snapping sound.

He snapped his fingers.

The power of the Time Stone was used.

To Banner's astonishment, the ravaged room miraculously returned to its original state, as if time had reversed.

Banner stared blankly. "What are you doing?"

"oh."

Russell spoke very calmly, as if everything was perfectly normal, "I simply manipulated time a little."

"!!!"

Banner: Sir Niu, you'd better climb out of your grave! I've really seen God!