Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

boom!!!

Norman Osborn's brain has crashed for the second time.

If seeing the school restored only made him feel like his worldview was collapsing...

Now, when he saw Peter's face clearly, he began to wonder if he was still half asleep and how he could have such an absurd dream!

The "arbitrator"... is it Peter Parker?!

Is it that academically gifted, somewhat introverted good friend of my son?

Was it that genius high school student who helped Dr. Connors complete the decay rate algorithm?!

In an instant, countless clues connected in his mind!

Norman Osborn couldn't help but blurt out:

"If Peter is the arbiter, then wouldn't the Ghost Spider be...?"

Norman suddenly remembered that his son had mentioned to him that Peter had a childhood sweetheart named Gwen, and that the girl seemed to be Dr. Connors' assistant!

"Gwen Stacy?!"

Is the world really that small?

He instinctively felt that the result was absurdly outrageous!

Just as Norman was about to say that he was just "joking," he noticed that Peter's smile suddenly disappeared.

The boy he once regarded as a nephew stared coldly at him, and a faint but palpable killing intent instantly enveloped the entire study.

"Green Goblin, you know too much."

Peter walked step by step toward Norman, and said in a cold voice:

"For Harry's sake, and for Gwen's sake... it seems I have no choice but to... kill them to silence them."

Upon hearing this, Norman felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed!

At that moment, Norman really wanted to slap himself a few times!

Even if you guessed it, there's no need to say it!

Norman felt a pang of regret and instinctively wanted to beg for mercy.

But before he could speak, a hand swiftly pressed down on his chest.

Finished!

I'm going to die!

Norman couldn't help but close his eyes in despair.

only……

One second passed, two seconds passed, ten seconds passed...

He still did not feel the so-called excruciating pain. Instead, he sensed a warm, peaceful, and life-giving energy that instantly flowed into his limbs and bones!

hum!

Norman felt as if his body was being immersed in a spring.

The body, which seemed on the verge of splitting apart, appeared to be slowly being glued back together.

The insane, tyrannical personality in his mind, who called himself "Green Goblin," let out a series of unwilling roars.

Faced with this strange power, it was like snow meeting the warm sun, silently melting away and ultimately turning into nothingness.

A few seconds later, the light faded.

Peter withdrew his hand, and Norman trembled, slowly opening his eyes.

He looked at his hands in disbelief, feeling as if he had been reborn.

My body felt more comfortable than ever before, and not only my body, but my mind also became incredibly peaceful.

It was as if I had received a sacred baptism from the inside out.

Only at this moment did he belatedly realize what Peter meant by "killing to silence"...

An overwhelming sense of gratitude and guilt instantly overwhelmed his heart.

This boy not only saved his life, but also wanted to use this method to help him turn over a new leaf.

"Peter...I..."

At that moment, Norman Osborne's voice choked with emotion.

This man, who controls hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth and whose every move can make Wall Street tremble, now seems to be on the verge of tears.

She felt even more grateful to the boy in front of her.

"Don't get too excited, Uncle Norman. It's what I should do. Harry's my best buddy!"

Peter's tone remained indifferent, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He turned around and then used the same method on the unconscious Dr. Connors.

A flash of white light, and the terrifying scales and mutated features on Dr. Lizard's body quickly faded away. His injuries healed rapidly, and even his severed right arm regrowed at a visible speed.

Norman Osborn stared at all of this in utter shock:

"Peter, what kind of power is this?"

"Emmm, you can think of it as my... magic?"

Norman smacked his lips, subconsciously savoring the wonderful taste he had just experienced.

This strange feeling is so irresistible that it's hard not to feel a greedy urge to possess it...

Just as he belatedly realized what he was thinking and began to condemn himself for having such an ungrateful thought, he suddenly noticed a gaze falling on him.

Norman followed the gaze and saw Peter looking at him with a half-smile:

"Uncle Norman, what are you thinking about?"

Noticing Peter's look, Norman felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and all those rebellious and suicidal thoughts in his mind vanished instantly.

Save your breath! This is not a power he can control at all; this power belongs only to Peter!

"I... I'm just a little curious, how did you... obtain this ability?" Norman couldn't help but want to get to the bottom of it.

This boy was someone he had watched grow up since he was a child, but he had never realized that the other party possessed such talent.

"Actually, I don't know either; it just chose me!"

"You know, some things can't be explained by common sense. I just woke up one day and suddenly gained this ability..."

Peter came up with a very abstract reason, but it worked surprisingly well, instantly dispelling Norman's desire to learn.

"Incidentally, the magic I possess can only dispel abnormal influences on a person, but it cannot change inherent defects."

In other words, I cannot cure your and Harry's genetic defects, nor have your genes been repaired.

But as long as I'm here, you can continue your research on the serum. I can assure you that you will never be affected by the serum's side effects.

Furthermore, even if you are never able to complete the development of the serum, I can still ensure that you never develop the disease and live to be a hundred years old.

Hearing this, Norman was slightly disappointed, but he quickly put it aside and looked at Peter with a kind and grateful expression, saying:

"That's enough! It really is enough! Honestly, Uncle, I don't know how to repay you enough!"

At this point, Norman belatedly seemed to remember something, and then spoke with a serious expression:

"By the way, Peter, I suddenly remembered something very important. What you did at school just now... has probably attracted the attention of some... special departments!"