In the Marvel universe, you start with a colored Hextech item.

The incessant sirens blared in Queens, and a musty smell wafted from the garbage-filled, dark, and damp alleyways.

Peter, on the fire ladder, clenched his fists, his eyes behind his mask fixed on Lynn, but he didn't make any further moves.

Everyone knows about Lynn's deeds.

He had witnessed the chaos of the fighting in Queens from afar.

After witnessing that incredible ability, Peter abandoned the idea of ​​helping, and besides...

He didn't want to associate with people like that.

Bloody, violent, and cruel—that was his first impression of Lynn, and he felt that the man was extremely dangerous.

Although he eventually learned that Kingpin had died at the hands of this man, Peter remained distant and wary.

When he learned that Norman had approached Lynn, his worries were amplified, and he began to investigate secretly the very next day.

In Peter's mind, no one could calmly face that madman Norman... unless, of course, someone else was also a madman!

"Lynn, I know you."

"You are capricious, uncontrollable, and act entirely on your whims, and you are far too ruthless, leaving no room for compromise!"

"You're a lunatic too!"

"Norman is a complete madman, and so are you! Two madmen together, who knows what will happen!"

"Please...please tell me!"

"What exactly are you plotting? Why are rumors circulating in New York that you've united and are about to rule New York through bloodshed?!"

As he spoke, Peter gradually lowered his body.

They were poised to attack at any moment, should Lynn show even the slightest intention to make a move.

Listening to the barrage of questions and the anxious tone, Lynn could only chuckle, guessing roughly who was behind the mask.

He immediately freed himself with a gentle force of his wrist, and the silvery-white spider silk snapped in response; the spider silk could not hold him.

He flicked his wrists, as if making a "surrender" gesture, spread his hands, and quietly watched the red and blue figure.

Lynn was willing to be more patient with this "good neighbor," at least in terms of perception... Peter was better than Matt.

They're both doing the same thing in Queens, fighting evil and promoting good, but Spider-Man just feels better than Daredevil.

Lynn's tone was lightly amused, but with a hint of seriousness.

"You want to know why Norman contacted me?"

"He was very interested in me and wanted to recruit me. He wanted to rule New York and make it submit to him in the way he liked."

Peter tensed instantly, as if he might attack at any moment, and immediately asked, "You agreed?"

Lynn shrugged, curiously picked up the spider silk left on the handlebars, played with it for a while, and then slowly spoke.

"If I agree... then you're in danger right now. It's not just me here; he and Frank will be there too."

Lynn paused slightly at this point.

I recalled Peter during this period.

Uncle Ben should have passed away long ago in the timeline; Norman only developed the Green Goblin serum later and became the Green Goblin.

By then, Peter had already been active as Spider-Man for some time, fully mastering and using his abilities to fight criminals.

He has always used his uncle's dying words, "With great power comes great responsibility," as a guide for himself.

Immediately, a system notification appeared in my mind.

[Ding! The witch Elise seems to have discovered her abandoned offspring, and... it seems he's not doing so well.]

[Seventh round of action mission has been triggered]

[Mission Issued: The Witch Iris's Vision]

[Phase One: The Seeds of Desire]

[Requirement: Guide Peter to confront his repressed emotions and try to break free from those vexing constraints.]

[Witch Iris: Child, you carry too much... Let those beautiful, dark emotions breathe a little.]

[Ding! LeBlanc, the sorceress who loves witnessing the manipulation of people's hearts, has brought you a little gift!]

【Cunning Language (Time Limit): Every word you speak possesses a seductive power, and, provided it doesn't violate logic, it's more easily accepted (by a designated person).】

Lynn: ...

If Spider-Man can be considered Elise's offspring, then... could Doctor Octopus be considered Urgot's brother?

Lynn shook his head, trying to shake off the strange thought.

As the system notification appeared, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes; the task was exactly what he had in mind.

This task is simple in some ways, and difficult in others.

The best approach is naturally to tell the truth and get to know each other step by step.

Lynn's lips curled up slightly.

"You don't need to be so wary of me. At heart... I'm a good person, and I also uphold justice and punish evil, don't I?"

As he spoke, Lynn walked step by step toward Peter, until the two were less than five meters apart, at which point he was immediately stopped.

"Norman is a madman, I have no interest in sharing an apartment with a madman, and... I don't want to work with anyone either."

"You must have seen what I've done these past few days, right? Do I look like some kind of bad guy?"

"Not to mention the gangs and criminals I've taken down, Kingpin, the underworld tycoon, also died at my hands."

Peter fell silent, his lips pressed tightly together beneath the mask.

He observed Lynn for several days and knew that what he said was not a lie.

In fact, after occupying the Fisk Building, he did not find that Lynn made any moves, or even had any contact with those forces.

However, considering the scene where Frank punched someone and sent them flying, and the rumors circulating outside...

"What's the deal with Frank?"

"He used to be just an ordinary person, but now..."

Peter's meaning was clear: he wanted to figure everything out.

However, Lynn considered Frank's privacy and hesitated for a moment.

"That was his choice."

"Everyone has a reason to pursue power, Frank's reason... is too heavy, and I... am willing to help him."

Whether it was Lynn's cunning or not, her words clearly caused Peter to fall into a long silence.

Peter suddenly remembered Uncle Ben and that sentence: Did Frank also choose this path because of loss?

His tone instantly turned somber.

"And what about you?"

"With your strength, and this life-changing ability... what do you want to do?"

That's a very direct question.

The air in the alley seemed to freeze.

Lynn smiled, calmly took out a cigar and took a puff.

"Actually, I don't want to do anything. I'm not a bad person, much less a criminal in your eyes who needs to be punished."

"Is there a difference in what we do?"

"You fight criminals, and I fight criminals too. It's just that you send them to the police station, but I won't give them a chance to repent."

At this point, Lynn changed his tone.

"Does it make sense for you to go out every night in this outfit, watching the city's crimes repeat themselves over and over again?"

"Those drug dealers, robbers, murderers, arrest them, release them, they commit crimes again, and they're arrested again... Aren't they tired of it?"

Lynn's words seemed to be under a spell, each one subtly touching Peter's heartstrings.

The two fell into a brief silence, and the alley became so quiet that the distant rumble of the subway could be heard.

Lynn struck while the iron was hot.

"If you catch a criminal who killed a child, and the evidence is conclusive, but the law lets him go because of technical issues."

"The next day he killed another child... At that moment, did you ever feel, for a fleeting moment, that you regretted not killing him?"

These words left Peter speechless for a moment. Logically speaking, it seemed to make sense, but he felt that something was wrong.

Uncle Ben's dying words kept echoing in my mind.

Peter believed he had done nothing wrong, that he had done the right thing, and that the trial was a matter for the prosecutor and the law.

But is what the person in front of you is right...?

Having achieved his goal, Lynn knew when to stop.

Some things only need to be planted as seeds to grow into towering trees; they just need time to mature.

Lynn's goal was not to turn Peter into an "executioner" like himself, since the system had issued such a mission.

Why not let Peter understand what it means to lie flat and not carry this heavy responsibility on his own shoulders?

With great power comes great responsibility. Why should Peter bear the burden of fighting evil, who works tirelessly from dawn till dusk every day?

So Lynn wanted him to be a little selfish.

He thinks the people next door are quite good!

"So... think carefully about where you got these abilities. Was it imposed on you by someone, or did you acquire them voluntarily?"

"If none of these apply, then why do you want to 'do good deeds'? Even if you want to, why let your emotions override your own?"

After saying that, Lynn mounted the motorcycle, the engine emitting a deep roar, pulling Peter back to reality, leaving him with only one sentence.

"The shackles are heavy. Try ignoring everything. Escaping is shameful, but it works... Relax a little."

The motorcycle then turned around, its taillights leaving a red streak at the alley entrance before disappearing into the night.

Peter stood alone on the fire escape ladder, not leaving for a long time. The night wind blew, making his expression behind the mask complex and difficult to decipher.

Lynn said a lot and a lot of things, but every point he made left a mark on his mind.

……

After returning to the apartment.

As soon as Lynn pushed open the door, he saw Frank sitting on the only intact sofa in the living room, cleaning his guns.

It's the same house as when I moved back to Queens.

This time, however, there were no Kingpin assassins following them.

Hearing the noise, Frank tidied up the cleaned guns on the table, his eyes sharp: "Shall we set off?"

Lynn: ...

I stared at him for three seconds.

He couldn't understand whether Frank had nothing else on his mind besides killing.

"So you thought I went out to find someone, trying to get rid of that Joseph problem beforehand?"

Frank nodded as a matter of course.

"Given your terrible personality, are you going to visit a friend?"

Lynn: ...

……

Early the next morning.

Lynn went straight to the top floor of the Fisker Building.

This was the first time he had come up here in several days.

Although it had been cleaned up and the bloodstains and signs of battle had disappeared, the lingering smell of blood seemed to still hang in the air for a long time.

Lynn took a deep breath, looked at the system's notification of "[Countdown: 1 minute]", and couldn't help but rub her hands together excitedly.

This is the equipment he's been waiting for a week, and he still doesn't know what its effects will be. If only it could be like in the game...

If he keeps producing bugs, he'll make a fortune!

Until the countdown reaches zero.

The "Zz'Rot Portal" has been completed.

Please select a deployment location.

Lynn pondered for a moment, his gaze finally settling on the office he was standing on.

"Right here!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the air began to distort.

A dark purple crack suddenly tore open above the floor without warning, its edges crackling like void energy.

The rift then rapidly expanded until it stabilized into an elliptical portal with a diameter of about two meters.

Inside the door was a deep void, surging with dark purple energy, and something could be vaguely seen wriggling within it.

[Zz'Rot Portal has been deployed]

【Effect】

[1. Void Zerg: Every 24 hours, the portal can summon a "Void Creeper," which possesses a certain level of intelligence.]

[Crawler Attributes: Three-dimensional attributes (strength, speed, mass), equivalent to 1/100 of a super soldier's attributes.]

[2. Elite Zerg: For every 10 regular Zerg hatched, one additional Awakened Zerg will hatch, with attributes increased by 10.]

[3. Void Anchor Point: The portal can serve as a spatial coordinate; once related abilities are unlocked in the future, it will allow for spatial jumps.]

Lynn stared at the first void worm that crawled out, frozen in place, and blurted out, "Wood!"

[Standard Zerg: Perpetual, Destroyable]

The Void Worm is about the size of a hound, with a body made of dark purple gemstones, long limbs, and long horns on its head.

As soon as it came out, it quietly lay down at Lynn's feet, like a hunting dog waiting for a command.

Lynn crouched down and reached out to touch it, feeling as if she were touching a smooth, hard piece of glass.

"attack."

The Void Worm instantly sprang into the air, lunging in the designated direction, its tough horns piercing through the thick corner of the wall in an instant.

It's as easy as piercing tofu.

"Ghost..."

Lynn couldn't help but sigh.

Although the cycle is long and only one is produced per day, the energy can be generated continuously!

Given enough time, wouldn't it just become a massive Zerg army?

Moreover, their attributes are not bad. Even if they are not as agile as humans, as long as their numbers are high enough, they can overwhelm the enemy.

There's a second effect, Elite Zerg, and the final effect... Void Anchor.

Is this a hint that he also has the [Teleport] skill?

He waited a whole week, and it was worth it!

Lynn suppressed his excitement, closed the void rift, instructed it to stay in the office, and turned to go downstairs.

Their attention was drawn to the remaining materials.

He still has the [Useless Giant Stick] and [Chain Vest], which could be combined to create the [Crownguard], but he's hesitating.

The effect of [Crown Guard] is simply related to the direction of the magic shield, which is not very useful to him at the moment.

Regarding the big stick, Lynn prefers to arrange for the "Recurve Bow" to eventually be combined into the "Sheepstick," which would be of maximum use.

Chainmail armor was designed with the same idea in mind.

If you're missing a "Recurve Bow," you can craft a "Titan," an item that combines tankiness and damage—who wouldn't love that?

But... Lynn suddenly realized something.

Why is it that both in games and in real life, there's a shortage of recurve bows?!

Just as he was deep in thought in the elevator, the elevator doors opened and Frank walked over.

"Wesley called, and he said he found the exact time..."