In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

My name is Harry Osborn, I am 19 years old, live in Midtown Manhattan, New York City, unmarried, and work for Fortress Tomorrow security company. I work overtime every day until... well, I don't think I have a fixed working hour.

I don't smoke, I'm not old enough to drink, I go to bed at 2 a.m., and I can only sleep for a few hours depending on what time I wake up. I have to play a game before going to bed, and I will argue with my teammates for two hours. I'm so angry that I can't fall asleep when I get to bed.

Today was my first time playing a dungeon with the boss. I didn't expect that the boss plays high-level matches every day. Can you imagine that I, a newbie, would be assigned 200,000 enemies on average?

But regardless, this is the path I, Harry Osborn, have chosen—"Come on! You lung fog! Take off!"

Harry's glider suddenly accelerated, instantly killing a nearby cyborg soldier. He then launched over a dozen darts, triggering a series of explosions that blasted countless enemies away.

Having cleared all the obstacles in front of them, Harry successfully led Peter onto a spaceship suspended in mid-air.

"venom!"

Peter's feet were stuck to the hatch, and he used his hands to shoot out black spider silk to stick to the hatch and pull it backward with force, while Venom extended its tentacles and seeped into the hatch to exert force together.

With a metallic clang, the hatch was ripped off. Peter threw the hatch at Harry and jumped into the spaceship to deal with the enemy.

Harry caught the hatch, flew into the spaceship on a glider, and then used the lasers attached to the armor to re-weld the hatch back on.

The cyborg minions inside were no match for Peter, and the two of them seized the spaceship and immediately launched it out of the atmosphere at full power.

"Peter! Run them all down!"

With no one else around, Harry's heart pounded, and he shouted excitedly that he wanted to ride the real bumper cars.

Normally, Peter would have complained that this might kill them both, but now he was in a frenzy, "Fine! Stop as many as you can! Kill them all!"

……

Wayne, gripping Kang the Galactus by the neck, cleaved countless galaxies in two like an unstoppable cone of light, traversing millions of light-years in an instant. The Galactus he was holding was so powerful that he smashed countless celestial bodies to pieces.

"Let me go! Let me go!!!"

With his head buzzing and his speech becoming incoherent, the Galactus Kang tried to struggle.

However, the impact of his cosmic energy on Wayne was more like a thunderclap than a raindrop.

The planet devourer that Kang devoured was not as powerful as the planet devourer in this universe. Therefore, no matter how many planets Kang devoured, Kang's upper limit was about the same as that of a fully fed planet devourer in that universe.

Even when he was full, he was still not as strong as Uncle Swallow, let alone with his increasingly powerful steel body now? He couldn't even break through his defenses!

"Let you go, is that it? You should have said so earlier! Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Wayne, who had suddenly stopped, released the Star Eater Kang from his grasp.

Just as Kane was wondering why Wayne had released him so easily, his body was uncontrollably pulled backward—to a supermassive black hole with a mass 66 billion times that of the sun.

Ignoring the black hole's gravity, Wayne watched with amusement as Kang, the Devourer of Planets, struggled to unleash cosmic energy to counteract the black hole's gravity.

Before the Star Eater Kang could even catch his breath, Wayne kicked him into the black hole.

"Don't look at me like that. You said 'let go,' not 'let go.'"

Wayne stood indifferently with his hands behind his back, watching as the Galactus Kang, enveloped in purple energy, barely managed to stand up from the surface of the black hole.

Veins bulged on Kang's face beneath the mask, and his clenched teeth were so tight they almost bled.

Under the influence of the black hole's gravity, the mind-bending Galactus Kang desperately tries to distort Wayne's reality.

"You dare challenge me without even understanding the difference in our strength?"

Wayne made no move, and the crimson particles spreading in the void crushed the reality distortion of the Galactus with overwhelming force.

Dazzling crimson particles, like twinkling starlight, covered the entire black hole and shrunk it to the size of a football by altering reality, even shrinking the planet-devourer Kang on the black hole.

Wayne lightly lifted his right foot, and the black hole naturally floated down to his feet.

Kang, the Galactus, on the black hole, tried to escape, but the black hole's gravity, which Wayne had elevated to "rule-level," held him firmly in place like an unbreakable cage.

Almost crushed into a pancake, Kang the Devourer of Stars couldn't open his mouth or close his eyes, and could only watch in despair as Wayne's right foot landed.

"Nobody wants to play with me..."

Wayne couldn't help but feel a little disappointed—it was all the fault of the heinous Galactus, who would rather lie there in a daze than play football with him, leaving him to play alone.

"Fine, I'll just practice on my own."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wayne kicked the black hole out of the universe with a powerful shot, then chased after it through the barrier of reality.

……

In the starry sky surrounding Earth, a spaceship performs acrobatic flips to dodge a barrage of laser cannons behind it.

"Captain Danvers, you can pilot a spaceship?"

Although Carol was speeding around in her spaceship a bit too fast, Gwen, who spent her days swinging on spiderwebs between buildings, didn't get seasick or anything like that.

Carol casually explained, "I just learned it."

"Oh... um?"

Gwen turned her head in disbelief to look at Carol, who was dodging enemy attacks while trying to fight back.

"They all fly in the sky, just like flying an airplane."

"Is that so...?"

Although the explanation was somewhat far-fetched, Gwen still chose to believe Carol, after all, the other party's ship piloting skills were indeed quite good, and he had not been shot down even after being surrounded for so long.