He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

Norman quickly explained, "I'm not lying to you. An ordinary person would indeed not be able to withstand the enhancement, causing their body to collapse. But I have this individual combat armor, and the medical system on it can help me get through it."

"Oh~"

Muzan became interested and curiously went to the window of the individual armor to take a look.

Norman's eyes darted left and right, searching for an opportunity to escape.

"Let me see how it goes."

At that moment, Muzan suddenly turned around and smiled at him, "Didn't you want the demon's healing factor?"

I'll give it to you right now.

But with your sick body, I'm afraid you can't withstand the fusion that transforms you into a demon. Let's strengthen you with the Super Soldier Serum first and then see!

Generally speaking, the more powerful a person is in life, the more powerful they will be after transforming into a demon.

I'd also love to see what would happen if someone with Captain America's physical abilities turned into a demon.

Upon hearing this, Norman's expression changed drastically.

But before he could do anything, Muzan inserted the Super Soldier Serum into his neck and injected it into him.

Instantly, my body swelled up, my blood vessels throbbed, and an unbearable pain surged through my brain.

Norman Osborn could no longer bear the pain, screamed, and instinctively rushed toward the armored soldier.

Muzan, without any obstruction, watched with great interest from the sidelines.

Suddenly, a slight noise came from outside.

Although it was perfectly masked by Norman Osborn's agonizing screams, Muzan still heard it clearly.

Immediately, his right hand flicked, transforming into a fleshy tentacle that shot out and grabbed a woman as he returned.

Gwen!?

Muzan's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Why you?"

"I came here for the internship certificate."

Gwen struggled, her face filled with panic.

She is only a high school sophomore this year, but because of her outstanding talent and Peter Parker, she received an invitation from Dr. Connors to participate in his healing factor experiment.

This would be of great help to her studies, so she agreed.

But summer vacation was almost over, and she needed to get her internship certificate from her boss.

These things could have been handled by Harry Osborn.

But this rich second-generation who returned from studying abroad seems to be enjoying a new relationship with Peter Parker, spending all his time together, and recently he's disappeared without a trace.

So, he had no choice but to go to his father.

I was too busy during the day and forgot.

I only remembered it after I got off work, so I rushed back.

I never expected to witness this scene.

"You're really unlucky!"

After hearing Gwen's explanation, Muzan sneered, "I admire your talent, and you might be able to help me solve my fear of sunlight. But since you've stumbled upon my secret, I have no choice but to turn you into a demon."

"Wait a minute, I won't say anything."

"I only believe in myself. You must withstand the pressure of becoming a ghost. If you die, I will be heartbroken."

After Muzan finished speaking, he extended his index finger, which had turned into a thin needle, and was about to insert it into Gwen's neck.

Suddenly, a dark figure burst through the window and kicked Muzan away with both legs.

"Hey, am I done?"

The dark figure landed where Muzan had been, catching Gwen... well, in a princess carry.

Gwen turned around, recognized the person who had saved her, and exclaimed with delight, "Spider-Man!"

"Looks like I'm pretty famous, but if you want an autograph, you'll have to wait a bit." Spider-Man gently put Gwen down, shielding her behind him as he looked across at the other side.

Muzan, unharmed, rises from the shattered exhibition window, while Norman Osborn, clad in an exoskeleton, rolls on the ground and howls.

Spider-Man, somewhat bewildered, asked, "Hey buddy, what are you guys doing?"

Spider-Man.

Muzan sneered, "I even sent people to look for you, but you came to me on your own."

"Oh, is there something wrong with you?"

"Of course I know a guy like you wouldn't encounter any difficulties, but things are unpredictable, and no one can say for sure when you might run into trouble..."

Before he could finish speaking, Muzan, annoyed by Spider-Man's talk-no-jutsu, swung his flesh whip.

Spider-Man dodged it like a whack-a-mole, then continued nagging, "Hey, how could you do that? I wasn't even finished talking..."

Muzan snorted coldly, his arms transforming into thorny whips that lashed out horizontally.

"boom!"

The whip cracks the air, and the sonic boom shatters the floor.

Spider-Man leaped up and dodged the whip, but couldn't avoid the sonic boom. He lost his hearing and was sent flying.

But he is also powerful.

Despite the heavy blow, it seemed unaffected, flicking off its webs, swaying and tumbling in the air, and then settling steadily on the rooftop.

"You're a monster too!" Muzan looked at Spider-Man's inhuman performance, then swung his whip at Gwen, who was watching from a distance.

Spider-Man was shocked. He flicked his webs and wrapped them around Gwen, pulling her towards him.

But this moment of distraction gave Muzan an opportunity.

Suddenly, a whip extended from his back and lashed Spider-Man, tearing his skin apart. He then flew away with Gwen in his arms.

Having landed a successful blow, Muzan gave his enemy no chance to breathe, and then extended five more whips from his back, lashing out at Spider-Man.

His whip can shatter cement pillars, cut through walls, and cause large areas of crack when it hits the ground.

Only Spider-Man's superhuman physical abilities allowed him to withstand a whipping blow with only skin torn open and blood spurting from his mouth. An ordinary person would have been cut in two long ago.

Even so, it would be unbearable to have to do it several times.

Spider-Man caught sight of the fleshy whip chasing him from behind, flicked out his webs, pulled hard, and used the force to fly away.

"boom!"

Spider-Man smashed through the glass and jumped out of the window with Gwen in his arms.

Muzan chased Spider-Man to the window, only to see him swinging across to the opposite building like a swing, and had no choice but to give up the pursuit.

After all, he didn't have the ability to cross a 500-meter building to the other side.

But just as he was about to turn back to check on Norman Osborn, Spider-Man returned on the swing.

What the hell?

Didn't this guy run away?

Muzan was somewhat confused and was stunned for a moment.

then……

"boom!"

He swung back on the swing, still in mid-air, and kicked Muzan in the chest with both legs, shoving him hard into the wall.

Spider-Man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly walked towards him. "Now that there are no more hostages, let's continue."

Chapter 112 Prelude

The night is deep, but no one is asleep.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, adding to the mystery.

Spider-Man stood by the window, his gaze fixed intently on the inside—beneath the collapsed walls and ruins, a man with pale skin and a handsome face slowly rose.

Nearby, Norman Osborn, wearing individual combat armor, was still howling and screaming in agony.

But both of them ignored it.

Muzan is indifferent to, or rather, far more interested in, Spider-Man than Norman Osborn; while Spider-Man simply doesn't have the energy to pay attention to anyone other than Muzan.

His spider senses were blaring like alarms, warning him just how dangerous the man he was facing was.

"Life is short, yet there are always those who want to take shortcuts..."

Muzan Kibutsuji's eyes were mocking, his tone sarcastic, as if stating a fact, or perhaps ridiculing the person who was doing this: "If you had just left, you might have survived for a few more days, but you insisted on coming back to die."

"Villains always have this inexplicable confidence. I thought it was just a movie gimmick to create a boss's aura, but I didn't expect it to be like that in real life too." Spider-Man shrugged and started talking like a chatterbox. "Speaking of which, since your body can turn into tentacles, have you ever done anything particularly exciting with your girlfriend...?"

Before he could speak, a thorny whip flew towards him.

Spider-Man used the same trick again, crouching down like he was playing whack-a-mole to dodge the fatal blow.

But how can the methods used always be effective?

The whip that swept over his head seemed to have a mind of its own, spinning rapidly in the air, its tip like a sword stabbing down on his head.

"boom!"

Amidst a deafening roar, Spider-Man burst from the smoke and dust, revealing another gash on his shoulder.

But his gaze remained firm, unaffected by the pain, and he fired with both hands, sending out a series of spider silk threads.

"Childish tactics!"

Muzan's eyes flashed with a sneer. He stretched out his right hand, which had reverted to its original shape, and countless thin, sharp thorns burst forth from his forearm, flying everywhere and disrupting the incoming spider silk. At the same time, they sealed off all the space around Spider-Man and tightened their restraints on him.

If this blow lands squarely, it would be no less than being pierced by a thousand needles.

But at the critical moment, Spider-Man suddenly pulled on the web, and the thorns instantly tightened, pulling Muzan along with them.