The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Norman's eyes held both fear and a morbid excitement: "It's a success! The enhancement was a success!"

He had barely finished speaking when he saw Lin Mu easily break free of the handcuffs on the operating table, walk to the glass window, and knock on the glass: "Open the door."

"How...how are you feeling? Are you...particularly angry? Or do you want to destroy something?"

Norman walked forward in disbelief, scrutinizing Lin Mu closely, afraid of missing any sign of mental abnormality.

"The drug you developed does have side effects, which can cause people to have violent tendencies and schizophrenia, but I have personally overcome them."

Lin Mu revealed a playful smile.

He was telling the truth; human enhancement drugs do indeed have many problems.

If it weren't for the negative reversal system, Lin Mu wouldn't have dared to inject this semi-finished medicine.

"impossible."

Dr. Stromb rushed over, scanning Lin Mu with various testing instruments: "Your vital signs are stable, your mental fluctuations are calm, and all your physical function data have exceeded human limits. This... this is simply a miracle!"

Norman Osborn looked at the test results, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, his eyes filled with ecstasy and ambition!

She began to doubt Lin Mu's words.

[Even though it was successful, why does he say there's a defect? ​​Is it because he doesn't want others to receive the injection?]

Could he kill them to cover his tracks?

Norman, of course, did not believe the one-sided story of this mysterious person whose origins were unknown.

In contrast, he placed more faith in experimental data.

Judging from the data, the experiment was quite successful.

Moreover, it's a full-featured enhancement with no side effects!

The results were far better than expected.

This means Osborne Industries is saved!

His hard work has been saved!

He can not only give General Slocum and the board of directors a resounding slap in the face, but also lead Osborne Industries to new heights!

"Great! Great!"

Norman was so excited he almost danced for joy, his gaze towards Lin Mu becoming incredibly fervent: "Sir! Whoever you are, you are the greatest contributor to Osborn Industries!"

These words had an element of reassurance, but what he was really thinking about was how to control Lin Mu, this perfect "experimental subject".

[Ding! Side quest: 'Human Experimentation' completed. Reward: Vibranium Spear.]

[Vibranium Spear: From the Marvel universe, a commonly used weapon of the Wakanda Royal Guard. Forged from vibranium alloy, its sharpness can cut through titanium alloy; it possesses kinetic energy absorption properties, capable of neutralizing conventional/energy attacks, and after absorbing kinetic energy, it can release energy through the spearhead to counterattack; it supports three-section disassembly and folding for easy carrying.]

【Do you want to receive it? 】

Seeing the system reward, Lin Mu was quite satisfied and silently said, "Claim."

The next moment, a metal spear made entirely of vibranium, which could be disassembled and folded, appeared in the system space.

This thing can be used for ranged attacks, and it can also absorb kinetic and physical energy. Its hardness is even greater than that of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, making it a pretty good weapon.

In the hands of an ordinary person, it is not as effective as an AK rifle, but in the hands of Lin Mu, it can exert considerable power.

Norman knew that the experimental chamber couldn't stop Lin Mu, so he simply opened the hatch.

Lin Mu stepped out of the experimental chamber and slowly put on his clothes.

“Dr. Osborn, your potion still has room for improvement, but I can help you win the technology expo in two weeks and crush Exploration Space Corporation, thus preserving your hard work.”

"And we can provide funding to keep the board in check and buy you more time... to perfect your potion."

What do you want?

As a businessman, Norman, who had built Osborne Industries to its current state, naturally understood that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Lin Mu smiled and said, "It's very simple. I just need you to help me sell a batch of gold and jewelry, and help me purchase a batch of supplies."

"It's that simple?"

Norman was somewhat incredulous.

He had originally thought the other party would want shares, technology, or even control of Osborn Industries, but their demands were surprisingly "ordinary".

Lin Mu nodded slightly: "It's that simple. If you feel bad about it, you can give me a set of custom-made armor and a flying vehicle."

Norman paused for a moment, then dismissed Dr. Strom and turned to Lin Mu, asking, "What is your name, sir?"

Chapter 42: Little Red

You can call me Lin.

Lin Mu stretched out his hand, his hand with clearly defined fingers hovering in mid-air.

Norman Osborn hesitated for half a second before raising his hand to shake hands.

"Mr. Lin, when will your funds arrive?"

Norman released his grip, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the seams of his suit trousers, his voice more urgent than expected.

Lin Mu didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept over the Green Goblin suit in the lab, and he slowly said, "I don't have any cash, but—"

He paused, then gently raised his fingertip: "I can give you ten tons of gold."

Before he finished speaking, a faint light suddenly appeared on the open space in the center of the laboratory.

The next second, hundreds and thousands of standard gold bricks appeared out of thin air, stacked layer upon layer into a small mountain half a person high. The golden luster instantly filled the entire space, even making the incandescent light overhead appear a bit dimmer.

"hiss--"

Norman gasped, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared intently at the pile of gold, his palms instantly soaking through his shirt cuffs with sweat.

Space technology? Or legendary magic? Who exactly is he?

Countless thoughts exploded in his mind, even the speculation of being a "spy" flashed through his mind.

But what spy would casually produce ten tons of gold?

Based on this year's market price of $310 per ounce, ten tons of gold would be worth nearly $100 million, enough to support the drug trials to the final stage, even if the military completely withdraws its funding.

Norman's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "If you have such capabilities, why don't you procure the supplies yourself?"

"I hate trouble."

Lin Mu took out a neatly folded contract from his pocket, flicked it with his fingertip, and the contract landed steadily on the lab table in front of Norman: "I don't want to attract too much attention for the time being, so I need an agent—you are very suitable."

Norman looked down at the contract, and after opening it, the terms were clear and concise: he would purchase designated materials for Lin Mu in the name of Osborn Industries, with gold as an advance payment, and subsequent profits would be shared proportionally, and Lin Mu would not interfere with the company's daily operations.

His words exuded an undeniable power, yet they also precisely seized his lifeline.

“This is a mutually beneficial deal, Mr. Osborne.”

Lin Mu's voice was calm and even, yet it seemed to possess a magical quality: "You get the funds and your precious time, which can save your group; I get what I want. It's fair, isn't it?"

Norman's fingers gripped the edge of the contract, his fingertips almost crumpling the pages.

Lin Mu's mystery and power made him uneasy. The fact that the other party could enter the core laboratory without anyone noticing and conjure up ten tons of gold out of thin air was something that ordinary people could not do.

If he disagrees, the other party might turn hostile, and he could very well die.

I thought of the data waiting for a breakthrough in the laboratory, the urgent phone calls from the board of directors, and the more than ten years of hard work I had put into this drug.

Ultimately, the fear of failure overcame his unease, and he suddenly raised his head, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"...Okay! I promise you!"

Norman picked up a pen and signed "Norman Osborne".

He breathed a long sigh of relief after signing.

At least for now, he still has a chance.

If the potion is successful, he will be able to gain tens or even hundreds of times the profit.

"Pleasant to work with."

Lin Mu put away the contract: "You'll be glad you made this decision today. I wish you a speedy recovery from this difficult situation."

He recited a phone number, and after Osborne wrote it down, he said, "Also, help me find a villa with a yard in Queens, the sooner the better."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mu's figure swayed slightly, sliding into the shadows of the laboratory like a shadow blending into the darkness.

Norman blinked, and then all that remained was air. If it weren't for the gleaming gold next to him reflecting light, he would have almost thought he was having a bizarre dream.

"Seal off the laboratory immediately! Forbid anyone from approaching!"

Norman quickly regained his senses, picked up his phone and called the security team, his voice filled with the urgency of someone who had just escaped death.

After hanging up, he dialed the number of a bank manager.

"Davis, bring your team to Osborne Industries immediately and verify the funds overnight—yes, ten tons of gold, now, right now!"

……

Meanwhile, Lin Mu had already walked out of the gates of Osborn Industries.

He wasn't worried that Norman would change his mind.

He's just too lazy to deal with the trivialities of purchasing, not because he's afraid of trouble.

If Norman dares to breach the contract, he has plenty of ways to make the other party pay double.

Next, Lin Mu returned to Queens and found a pet store.

The shop is small, with a wooden sign that reads "Home of Little Insects" hanging at the entrance. When you push the door open, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the faint fishy smell of mealworms hits you.

The owner, a middle-aged man with a thick beard, was squatting behind the counter feeding a bearded dragon. When he saw Lin Mu come in, he looked up and smiled: "What would you like? Reptile food or a live animal?"

"Half a pound of mealworms for feeding spiders, and a large enclosure with ventilation holes."

Lin Mu pointed to the transparent plastic box on the shelf: "Also, bring a bag of coconut fiber and a temperature-controlled mat."

The shopkeeper said "Oh," and quickly packed the items: "Spider is great, so convenient."

"By the way, remember to soak the coconut fiber to soften it first, and don't put the temperature control pad too close to it, so as not to burn yourself."

Lin Mu took the bag, paid the money, and turned back to his rented room.

He placed the terrarium on his desk, laid out softened coconut fiber, and attached a temperature-controlled mat.

Then he took out the glass bottle that had been placed on the bed.

Inside the bottle, a giant spider, larger than an ordinary spider, was perched on the side of the jar, its hairs shimmering under the light, its eyes filled with vigilance.

Lin Mu opened the jar, gently poured the spider into the breeding box, and then threw in three plump mealworms.

The super spider seemed to be starving, and it sprang up almost instantly, its eight legs landing steadily on the mealworm, its fangs piercing the insect's body with lightning speed.

Within seconds, the mealworm stopped struggling and its body gradually shriveled up—the spider was greedily sucking up its bodily fluids.

"Eat, and live well."

Lin Mu sat in front of the enclosure, his fingertips lightly tapping the table. His gaze was deep as he looked at the spider's gleaming eyes: "Behave yourself and don't run around. The human world is dangerous. You might get trampled to death if you go out."

"Okay, okay, it's so annoying."

A soft, childlike voice suddenly rang out, like that of a toddler who had just learned to speak, with a hint of impatience.

Lin Mu was taken aback and suddenly looked down at the super spider in the breeding box.

It was still sucking the mealworm's fluids, but the sound was clearly coming from its direction.

"Can you speak human language?"

Lin Mu gently poked the super spider with his finger, his tone revealing a hint of interest.

The super spider stopped what it was doing, raised its head, and stared straight at Lin Mu with its eight light golden eyes. It seemed surprised as well, and its voice was a little uncertain: "Human, you can actually understand me?"

Its paws gently touched Lin Mu's toes, the downy fur brushing against his skin, making him feel a little itchy.

Lin Mu was also confused about the situation for a while, but being able to communicate with the super spider saved him a lot of trouble.

"It's good that we can communicate. I'll take care of you from now on, and you can live a life of luxury with me."

"Okay, as long as there's food, that's fine. By the way, everyone has a name. What's your name? Give me a name too."

The super spider has the intelligence of a seven or eight-year-old child. Having spent a long time in the laboratory, it has a certain understanding of humans and knows that people have names.