Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

To serve the arbitrator?

Join Shadow Fist?

Although Skye didn't know what the Fist of Shadows was at this time.

But the name sounds cool, which fits her fantasy of superhero organizations as a teenage girl with delusions of grandeur.

Skye stammered for a while, then composed herself and looked at Peter expectantly, asking:

"You mean, we could become partners like Batman and Robin?"

"Hmm, you can roughly understand it that way." After a moment's thought, Peter decided to first paint a rosy picture for Skye:

"But you won't be adopted by me. After all, I'm not that much older than you, and besides, your role isn't just that of an assistant."

Peter, in the tone of a riddle teller, pointed to Skye's chest and said:

"There is a unique potential hidden within you. If you can develop it perfectly, you might become a superhero."

Normally, teenagers like Skye should really hate this kind of riddle-teller talk.

But Skye didn't feel annoyed at all when facing her "idol." On the contrary, she thought her idol was really cool.

She was so excited that she was trembling all over when she heard Peter say that he also had the potential to become a superhero.

Well, all I can say is that Aizen was right.

Longing is indeed the emotion furthest from understanding.

"Wow, this is so cool!" Skye felt she couldn't wait to become the Arbiter's assistant.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Peter, her little mouth firing off questions like a machine gun:

"So what do I need to do now? How can I unleash the power within me and become a superhero like you?"

"Unleashing the power within you is a huge undertaking, it requires a gradual approach. As for what we need to do now..."

Have you heard of the Life Foundation?

……

While Peter was trying to persuade Skye, his little fangirl, to become his assistant, thousands of kilometers away in San Francisco...

The Life Foundation headquarters, an office filled with futuristic technology.

A man dressed in an expensive suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined and gentle, is standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city's night view.

He is Carlton Drake, the founder of the Life Foundation.

In the public eye, he is a genius scientist and philanthropist who conquered medical challenges at the age of 19 and founded the Life Foundation at the age of 24.

They were great pioneers dedicated to helping humanity solve resource shortages and promoting space exploration.

But behind the scenes, he was a madman who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals and could inhumanely use homeless people for live experiments.

"Dr. Carlton."

The female assistant, Doris, pushed open the door and excitedly reported to the director.

"The Drake has entered its return orbit. Our communication with the astronauts is currently normal. They say they have successfully contained four unknown alien life forms."

It is expected to land in Houston in fifteen days.

"very good."

Carlton Drake turned around, his eyes gleaming with an almost obsessive fervor.

No one knew that his body had already been parasitized by a symbiotic entity called "Riot" from outer space during an extraterrestrial scientific expedition.

He has now reached a kind of consensus with the riots.

Or perhaps he has been unknowingly distorted in his mind by the riots.

In Carlton's view today, Earth's resources are dwindling and human civilization is nearing its end.

Only by combining with symbionts and evolving into a completely new species can humanity gain the ability to acquire resources in space and give back to Earth.

And he is the chosen prophet who will lead humanity into a new era!

He unwittingly became a traitor without realizing it, which is...

"How's the recovery team's preparation going?" Carlton asked.

"Everything is ready, Doctor."

"What about host selection?"

This is what Carlton cares about most.

In order for the symbiote project to be successfully implemented and for the world to see the bright future of combining with symbiotes, they must first select the most perfect host and create a few sufficiently powerful "symbiote warriors" as benchmarks.

Only in this way can his plan receive government support, making it easier for him to bring back more symbiotes next time.

"Doctor, we conducted an initial screening based on the list of 'volunteers' provided by Mr. Kingpin, but... the results were not ideal."

Doris looked troubled.

"If, as you say, the symbiote has extremely high requirements for the host's physical condition, then the homeless man's body probably simply cannot withstand the cell assimilation that comes with the union."

Upon hearing this answer, a barely perceptible rage flashed in Carlton's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He pushed up his glasses and said coldly, "If ordinary people won't do, then we'll find extraordinary people."

"This world is never short of lucky people who gain 'talent' by accident, is it?"

Carlton said, opening an encrypted file.

On the screen, several documents slowly unfolded.

The first document at the top featured a man wearing a green bodysuit with a huge scorpion tail trailing behind him.

[“Scorpion Man,” Mike Gagan, gained special abilities through biological experimentation and was imprisoned on Baker Isle due to the Stark kidnapping incident.]

[Alexei Sisevich, nicknamed "Rhino," gained special abilities through polymer coagulation and radioactive experiments. He was imprisoned on Baker Isle due to the Stark kidnapping incident.]

["The Judgement Killers," Luke and Henry, received enhanced physical abilities through biological experiments and were imprisoned on Baker Isle due to the Stark kidnapping incident.]

Looking at the four people presented in the information, Carlton's eyes blazed with an unprecedented greed and desire!

"Look at them, is there anyone in this world more suitable as a host?"

"But..." came Doris's somewhat fearful voice from the office:

"Doctor, they are all currently serving time as prisoners, and because of Stark Industries' collusion with some high-ranking government officials, these people have been denied bail. There is no way we can get them to cooperate with the experiment."

Carlton turned around abruptly, his pupils briefly turning an eerie grayish-white before quickly returning to normal.

"There's always a way, Doris. There's always a way."

"You can take charge of training a group of backup hosts first. As for the other four... I'll figure out a way to handle that myself."

Noticing Carlton's neurotic demeanor, Doris swallowed hard, but ultimately, out of kindness, she tremblingly suggested:

"Doctor, I don't recommend that you..."

"Get out!" Carlton suddenly roared, his voice filled with rage.

Doris was so frightened that she fell to the ground. At this point, she no longer cared about any advice and scrambled out of Carlton's office...