Kamen Rider ZZZ, the American comic book spiritual mentor

Several giant ships drifted slowly across the pool like sesame seeds.

On the spacious deck, three middle-aged men dressed in black with dark patterns sat cross-legged, surrounded by a magic circle drawn with blood.

The man in the middle had extremely short hair, almost bald, which reflected the sunlight. He was barefoot, and the stone patterns on the soles of his feet were faintly visible, making him look like a statue.

On the left is a person with a long ponytail, gray hair, and a weathered face. On his knees is a cane made of a special material, entirely black, emitting a faint glow.

The last person was a woman with short hair, black eyes, fair skin, long arms and legs, and a face that exuded a murderous aura and indifference.

The three of them surrounded the magic circle, chanting incantations. The little finger of their left hand, which was forming a strange hand seal, was missing a section. The skin of their left hand had a reflective quality like wax paper, and faint snake-scale-like patterns could be seen on both sides of their cheeks.

As they chanted incantations, the air gradually distorted, eventually forming a serpentine pattern made of blood vessels.

Before long, a writhing person was dragged out by several ninjas dressed in black and placed in the center of the magic circle on the ground.

"The offering we prepared suddenly lost its connection when it was almost complete, so we had to find another one," the bald middle-aged man explained with a hint of disdain.

The woman in black nodded and said, "This one is closer to the lifestyle of snakes. It is a mutant with senses similar to those of dragons, and can also be used as a sacrifice."

Let's begin!

With a soft thud, the mutant's chest, placed in the center of the magic circle, was ripped open, blood flowing out and merging with the magic circle inscribed around his body.

Black smoke suddenly rose up and filled the center of the deck.

As the three chanted, the black mist seemed to come alive, emerging from the mouth and nose of the offering.

His body twisted and writhed on the ground, like a real black snake.

After a long while, things finally quieted down. The black mist dissipated, revealing the face of a pale-faced man. His original consciousness had been completely devoured, and he had become a vessel for an evil soul.

He was thin, with pale skin, blue veins around his eyes, and two gleaming white fangs when he opened his mouth.

"Was it you... who awakened me?"

The three Hand elders stood up and said respectfully, "Yes, Lord Dragon."

The man paused for a moment, his eyes darted around, and then he sneered:

“Dragon? Of course, I am indeed a dragon. You can call me... Dream Dragon!”

"I will lead you to my remains and resurrect me. Then I will grant you eternal life!"

The three were so excited that they knelt on the ground and bowed deeply in worship.

In a distant corner, Kingpin's massive frame sat in a chair, watching this scene in silence.

He was still wearing a white suit, his broad face expressionless.

"Boss, what are the benefits of us cooperating with them?"

The person next to him, dressed in a gray-black bodysuit, asked.

Two concentric circles were drawn on his mask, making it very conspicuous, like a target.

A smile finally appeared on Kingpin's face: "Of course, everything you see will be ours."

"And all we provided was a small bone fragment and a few pieces of information."

.........

The waiting time was extremely agonizing, especially when the progress bar was nowhere to be seen.

The distance between Asgard and Earth is unknown. He had called out to Heimdall several times towards the sky, but received no reply.

I had no choice but to go back to Midtown High School to kill time. The afternoon sun was scorching, and men and women were sweating on the sports field.

Peter and Gwen sat next to Lin Nan, chatting and reading.

"Lin, Peter told me you have a girlfriend?" Gwen asked. "I heard her name is Wanda, right? She's interning at Harry's company now. When are you going to introduce her to me?"

Who said that? You're slandering me!

"Don't listen to Peter's nonsense. Wanda and I are just ordinary friends, nothing more. Really, I swear!"

Lin Nan waved her hands repeatedly, looking somewhat flustered.

I haven't thought about dating or anything like that yet.

But in his mind, Wanda's little head still appeared. This girl was gentle and beautiful, and always had a defensive posture in front of strangers.

She only shows her vulnerable side to people she trusts, and her voice is always soft and gentle when she makes phone calls, like a cotton ball wrapped around someone's ear.

"What are you thinking about? Missing Wanda?" Gwen continued to tease.

"Ah, no, I didn't think of it."

"Look at yourself in the mirror!"

Gwen handed him a small mirror and held it up in front of him.

In the mirror's reflection, Lin Nan's expression remained unchanged, but her ears turned bright red—not just slightly red, but a deep, bright red!

Peter leaned in and clicked his tongue, saying, "You're doomed, you've fallen for him, you've fallen in love."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm thinking about something, not Wanda," Lin Nan retorted.

Just then, a boy carrying a basketball walked over. He had blond hair, a high nose, and blue eyes with a hint of mockery: "Peter, who reads books during PE class? Come down and play basketball."

Lightning Thompson, a classmate who often bullied Peter before Lin Nan enrolled, is tall, strong, muscular, and has a bad temper.

He was the captain of the school's football team, a prominent figure, and naturally looked down on a nerd like Peter.

These days, Peter's behavior has made him even more upset. He actually managed to get Gwen as his girlfriend. What did the insignificant Parker do to deserve this? It's truly despicable.

We must teach him a lesson and curb his arrogance.

“Thompson, I can’t play basketball, you go play by yourself,” Peter refused.

If it were the Peter of the past, he might have cared about such trivial matters, after all, he was a teenager in his adolescence and cared about his image.

But he has been through so much; he is no longer the naive boy he once was.

The ideal was beautiful, but the reality was harsh. Thompson was not going to let him off the hook. He raised his hand and threw a ball at him with great speed and force.

Snapped!

A hand reached out and caught the basketball precisely; it was Lin Nan.

He frowned and said, "Peter, since he wants to fight, you fight him for a while, and I'll keep score for you."

Lightning was still somewhat wary of this classmate from the East, who was rumored to have single-handedly subdued an armed assailant.

This one-handed basketball grip made his brow twitch, but as a restless teenager, how could he easily give in? He followed up on the topic, saying, "Lin is right, we should play a game. Peter, you're not scared, are you?"

Peter finally put down his book, and said with a wry smile, "Fine, whatever you want, just don't cry later."

The stadium erupted in excitement, with men and women gathering around and discussing the matter.

Everyone thought it would be a friendly match between evenly matched teams, but it turned out to be a one-sided crushing defeat.

Peter is Spider-Man after all, with amazing physical abilities. Thompson simply can't compare to him in terms of reaction, jumping, or physical strength.

Within minutes, he was beaten 10-0, and he lay on the ground, exhausted like a dead dog, panting heavily.

Lin Nan stood on the stands and smiled: "Are you convinced yet?"

Immediately, someone started jeering: "Have you given up yet?!"

Thompson lay on the ground, nearly foaming at the mouth, unable to speak. He waved his hand, steadied his breathing a few times, and finally managed to say, "I...I give up..."

Peter stepped forward, helped him up, and handed him a bottle of water.

After gulping down the bottle, Thompson finally asked, "How did you train?"

"Huh? Every day...do a hundred push-ups, run two kilometers..."

"It's gone?!"

"No more."

Lightning's face seemed to show a few black lines, thinking to himself, "Are you kidding me?"

"Okay, Peter, I admit you're very strong now. You're good at studying, good at sports, and you even have Gwen as your girlfriend, but you still can't compare to my idol!"

Who is your idol?

Lightning mysteriously pulled a blurry photograph from his pocket; it was clearly cut from a newspaper.

The photo shows a scene from the Battle of New York, with a man in armor standing atop a tall building, and a figure in a red and blue bodysuit crouching beside him.

The photo is blurry, but it still exudes a subtle yet powerful aura.

Lin Nan walked over and took a look, then smacked her lips.

Who took this photo? The technique is excellent; they managed to capture such a wonderful moment from so far away.

"Knight and Spider-Man! A man should be like them, a hero. Peter, you have a long way to go!"

“Yeah, hehe, I admit they’re heroes…” Peter scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"Alright Peter, I have to go take care of Spider-Man and Knight fan club matters. We'll talk about our battle later."

He stood up and staggered away.

Peter and Lin Nan exchanged a glance, both finding it somewhat amusing.

At that moment, Gwen leaned closer and whispered, "How does it feel to be worshipped to your face, you two heroes?"

Peter: "???"

Lin Nan: "!!!"

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Peter winked at Lin Nan, as if to say, "I didn't say anything, how did she know?"

Lin Nan shrugged, as if to say, "Don't you know how perceptive your own girlfriend is? Surprised?"

"Hehe, you guys don't think I'm stupid, do you? I'm so close to you, how could I not know?"

Gwen chuckled, like a villain.

Chapter 112 Transformation