Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 25 is a big game.

"I am rich!"

Such a domineering statement left everyone in the room feeling utterly shocked.

In old Thomson's view, the only explanation he could come up with for a super-rich second-generation heir with an excessively pale complexion who clearly didn't exercise in the sun often, and who was even more capable than his son, was "technology and ruthless work."

You need either one of them, or both.

In this land, the rich are already terrifying enough.

What's even scarier than the rich is that the rich are actually more greedy than ordinary people!

Not to mention, the other party is a wealthy person backed by the Stark Group.

Is the Stark name something anyone can borrow?

The Stark family is a military-industrial complex—the most untouchable conglomerate in the United States!

It is no exaggeration to say that if the military-industrial complex sneezes, Congress will tremble.

Old Thompson was so cold that his entire back was soaked with cold sweat!

He couldn't help but feel relieved that Ang really didn't intend to punish his son, otherwise Eugene would have died without even knowing how he died.

Louis, who witnessed this scene, also had some thoughts: recently, his security company had asked him to submit a periodic report on Ang. If he reported truthfully, Ang would definitely deal with him… What a joke! Where could he find a boss who was so rich, powerful, and possibly even a superhuman? And was he, a mere bodyguard, someone he could afford to offend?

Louis secretly decided to find an opportunity to confront Ang.

However, what happened next seemed to take some unexpected turns.

After being knocked down, Lightning wasn't angry at all; instead, it exclaimed in amazement, "Ang, that's amazing! How did you do that? Can you teach me?!"

He scrambled over, grabbed Ang's right hand with both of his, his eyes filled with fervor and excitement, and every note in his voice radiated adoration.

"It's not difficult. First, you need to run 10 kilometers every day, do 100 push-ups, and 100..." Ang casually told him about the One-Punch Man training method.

"What else?! What else?!"

"This is just the basics, of course. Then, you can strengthen it according to your training needs. I'm talking about a thousand swings."

"A sword? Is it some kind of Eastern swordsmanship?"

The atmosphere on the field suddenly changed, and it looked like a handshake event between a big star and his fans.

Ang now understood why Eugene had become such a huge fan of Spider-Man in different parallel universes; it turned out the guy had a natural "fangirl" trait. Once you impressed him in some way, he'd be completely devoted to you.

Eugene is like this in N worlds, and so is Eugene in this world.

Since Eugene has the talent to be a Venom agent, Ang wouldn't mind taking him on as a henchman. He's always needed someone to guard the door, or at least someone to take the hits in case of trouble!

Even if Eugene loses his leg in the future and Ang can't repair his body, he can still achieve "weak flesh and blood, mechanical ascension"!

One was willing to be a subordinate, and the other was willing to take on subordinates.

The atmosphere suddenly improved.

Despite the prohibition on alcohol for high school students, Eugene managed to get a little drunk even from drinking juice. He eagerly sought advice from Ang on cultivation techniques for over half an hour until Ang gave him a wink, and Diana understood: "Boss, you have to go to Mr. Stark's party at ten o'clock."

"Then I won't bother you any longer, sir." Old Thompson knew when to stop.

And so, both sides inexplicably ended up enjoying themselves.

On the other hand, Peter, unsurprisingly, became lost in memories of his parents, and immediately went home to rummage through drawers and cabinets, searching for his parents' belongings.

This conversation took place at Stacy's house.

As George Stacy, the New York Police Commissioner, drove his daughter home, the elderly father couldn't help but say, "I heard that Ang came to see you today."

Gwen became suspiciously wary: "Dad, he's here to see Parker, I just happened to drop by."

Gwen mentioned that Parker's parents were biologists.

George secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "In that case, he's actually a good match for you."

"Dad—" Gwen's drawn-out voice, tinged with a hint of coquettishness, trailed off in her complaint.

Isn't that right?

Gwen went to Osborn for an internship in biotechnology, which happened to be the same field as Peter. George initially felt that Peter's family background was somewhat lacking, and although the two had been childhood sweethearts, he was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Now it's all right, it matches up.

George chuckled, then his expression hardened: "That Ang, you'd better not mess with him."

"What's wrong?"

"I received a message from an old friend in Gotham City, and learned a little bit about the inside story."

Gwen immediately perked up her ears when her father was so serious.

"Ang is a mysterious rich kid in Gotham. Nobody knows his background, but he seems to have an inexhaustible supply of money. In every nightclub, he is undoubtedly a Black Gold VIP. Two weeks ago, he set his sights on the star of the Black Mask Club, a female lead singer nicknamed 'Black Canary'."

As her father mentioned this, Gwen immediately remembered that Ang's secretary was not only beautiful, but also had a very pleasant voice.

"Rumor has it that after Ang recklessly took Gotham's godfather, 'Black Mask' Roman Sinnis, a fierce conflict erupted between them. Guess what happened next?"

"Ang and Black Canary appearing before me means that Black Mask has lost?" Gwen is always so interested in these kinds of dark rumors.

George said seriously, "It's not just a loss. His stronghold, the Black Mask Club, was blown to the sky, and he himself is dead! Recently, the entire Gotham City DC District has been experiencing gang warfare every night, fighting for the territory that used to belong to Black Mask. My old friends are going crazy with worry."

Gwen quickly grasped the key point: "Is there evidence that Ang did it?"

"Evidence? Of course not! Even if there were, a rich guy like that would have a reinforced battalion of lawyers to help him get acquitted. Theoretically, Black Mask died at the hands of the Joker's gang. But don't forget—Ang is the one who profited the most. Now no gang in Gotham dares to mess with him."

Gwen secretly rolled her eyes: "Presumed guilty, huh?"

Her father was speechless: "In short, this kind of playboy only knows how to toy with women and then cruelly abandon them."

He was so engrossed in talking that he forgot to drive when he saw the green light at the intersection, and the car behind him honked at him incessantly, forcing him to quickly start his car.

The conversation between the father and daughter ended there.

Actually, the crux of the matter from beginning to end is the father's worry that his precious daughter will be taken by a scumbag. Since she's going to be taken anyway, might as well let Peter Parker, a young man he knows well, have her. It's better than getting pregnant with a rich second-generation bastard's child.

He is a very traditional and upright man, and he can't stand playboys like Ang.

He never expected that his daughter's heart would change.

If Gwen really were a typical Ivy League high school student, then being with Peter Parker might be a good choice. They're well-matched, and childhood sweethearts.

Unfortunately, Gwen is Spider-Woman in this life!

As night deepened, Gwen returned home and, upon hearing that her parents were asleep, put on her black and white Spider-Woman costume again, using her long, trailing webs to soar through the skies of New York City, which never sleeps.

As Gwen enjoyed the howling wind in her ears and felt the immense stimulation from the centrifugal force, she couldn't help but let out a wild scream that she, as a top student, would never utter during the day.

"Wow!"

"That feels so good!"

"This is life!"

Bitten by a mysterious spider, Gwen gained Spider-Man's superpowers, not only greatly increasing her agility but also making her senses incredibly sharp.

Recalling how pathetic Peter looked when he was bullied by Lightning this morning... If it weren't for Ang's bodyguard showing up today, she would have stood up to stop Lightning and protect Peter.

A man who is not as good as her in school and can't even protect himself... Gwen is very unhappy about the thought that her father wants Peter to marry her.

This is the psychological gap.

In other worlds, where Peter is Spider-Man and Gwen is just an ordinary person, their romance would be perfectly natural, given their shared admiration for the hero.

In this life, the roles are reversed, and Gwen no longer has any feelings for Peter.

Just then, Gwen suddenly witnessed a robbery.

She gripped the spider silk and charged down with a whoosh.

In a single glance, she shot the armed robber into the wall.

Don't get me wrong, it was made by using a lot of spider silk to stick the poor thing to the wall in a starfish shape, so that it kept writhing and howling like a silkworm.

Gwen was very satisfied with this.

Just then, Gwen suddenly heard a sharp shout from behind: "Don't move! Hands up!"

Gwen turned her head and saw that it was a police officer pointing a gun at her.

Gwen yelled irritably, "Hey! Can't you see this guy is the robber?"

"All I saw was you using inhuman, horrific weapons to hunt this man down. You...you're some kind of Black Widow, aren't you?" The policeman, his hands trembling, continued shouting, "Hands up! Or I'll shoot!"

"Let me tell you, I'm Spider-Woman!" Gwen emphasized, taking a step forward instinctively. She hadn't expected the patrolman to actually fire his gun.

"Bang bang bang..." The Glock pistol emptied its magazine of 10 bullets on the spot.

The patrol officer's vision blurred, only to find that he hadn't hit a single shot. At the very moment the gunfire erupted, the body of the strange woman in front of him, who was theoretically female, began to fold in a bizarre manner.

Three hundred meters away, Black Canary lowered his binoculars: "Ang, did you see that?"

"I saw it." Anger's lips curled into a strange smile.

He clearly saw that the moment the patrolman fired, Gwen leaned back, managing to let the bullets graze his Ω-shaped body. To be precise, he let three bullets pass between two rather large jellies.

For a moment, Ang thought it was just his imagination. Then, after seeing Gwen let the remaining bullets graze his waist and above his hip, he finally realized that Gwen had done it on purpose.

She uses her absurdly high agility to seek thrills.

Ugh!

It's like in a comic book, the female class monitor with thick-rimmed glasses and braided hair, only to find out that she's been secretly up to no good after a huge X-shaped wooden thing was discovered in her cellar.

Cough!

Don't get me wrong, this means she secretly idolizes X-Men. Those of you thinking the wrong thing, go stand in the corner!

(End of this chapter)