Chapter 291 - Ch: 101-106

Chapter 101 Chapter 118 Chapter 119 New business opportunities, [Didi proxy service] is about to be launched

I have to say,

to make this cooperation happen, General Ross really put in a lot of effort.

The last promise was something he specifically added, overcoming all objections.

Otherwise, he was afraid Karl would directly refuse.

There was no way around it; with the Hyperspace Group's immense financial resources, they likely wouldn't even care about a $100 million appearance fee.

So, he could only show sincerity in terms of "privileges" to potentially move Karl.

The best entry point was naturally Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Because, from a certain perspective, that powerful black man was undoubtedly a common enemy for both him and Karl.

And the enemy of an enemy… has a high chance of becoming an ally!

At least, that's what General Ross thought.

"You need to add more money!"

A half-smile played on Karl's lips, and without any wasted words, he gave his straightforward answer,

"I'm a businessman, and I don't care who the collaborating party is, or which organization… well, alright, Nick Fury, that black man, and S.H.I.E.L.D. must be excluded!"

"So, it's no problem for me to help, but the premise is that I must be paid 10% of the total GDP of the rescued area for that year as compensation."

Just as he had just said.

Karl didn't care if his collaborators were "human or ghost."

Because he only ever cared about "profit"!!

As long as it brought him the desired profit, then there was a basis for cooperation.

And the saying "business is war" holds true even when reversed.

In Karl's eyes, there are no eternal friends, nor eternal enemies.

It's all about looking at "money" and "thickness."

"You… are you crazy?"

Even General Ross, who was always known for his composure and experience, couldn't remain calm at this moment.

He looked at Karl, who was making an outrageous demand, with a mixture of shock and anger, and said:

"Even for a city like Detroit, which is on the verge of bankruptcy, its annual total GDP is over 100 billion, so ten percent would be over 10 billion…

Neither Congress nor the Federal Court would ever approve such an outrageous request!"

Good, he's anxious.

At the negotiating table, whoever gets anxious first loses.

"Then there's nothing to discuss."

With a simple sentence, Karl took control of the negotiation, the smile on his face growing wider as he said meaningfully,

"If I'm not mistaken, the Security Council just approved the establishment of an organization called the Pan-Pacific Joint Defense Force not long ago."

"I heard they are preparing to build giant mechas to deal with Kaiju. Surely, America hasn't failed to join, have they?"

"As far as I know, compared to the sky-high cost of manufacturing giant mechas, the price I'm offering can be considered quite reasonable."

"Uh…"

General Ross's old face immediately flushed upon hearing this, and a look of surprise and apprehension flashed in his eyes.

Damn it, he even knew about that?

I didn't expect to be caught off guard by this kid!

General Ross clearly hadn't anticipated that his and the Department of Defense's little scheme would be seen through by Karl so quickly.

Just as the other party had just said.

Not long ago, the Department of Defense received the initial budget proposal for building giant mechas, submitted by the Pan-Pacific Joint Defense Force.

High-ranking officials, including General Ross, were immediately startled by the exaggerated cost, starting at hundreds of billions, as well as the high maintenance costs and post-battle repair costs mentioned in the document.

Because no one could be sure how many Kaiju the Alien Invaders would create to attack Earth next.

In addition, there were also the Titans that would occasionally pop out from some unknown corner to show off their presence.

Facing such internal and external threats,

it was almost an impossible task for humanity to rely solely on building giant mechas to maintain Worldsecurity.

It could even accelerate the depletion of the resources of various countries, leading to a greater crisis.

In comparison, the Monarch Organization's plan of "using 'monsters' to fight monsters" was clearly more cost-effective.

However,

General Ross and the Department of Defense neither trusted the Monarch Organization.

Nor did they believe that Godzilla, who they claimed took "maintaining Earth's ecological balance as his responsibility," would always help humanity hunt all monsters.

Instead, they placed all their hopes for a breakthrough on Kong!

No choice.

Who made this Titan leave an unparalleled shock and impact on General Ross and others when he dealt with MUTO and Kamazots.

It was precisely because of this that General Ross, as the project leader, took the initiative to approach Karl.

However, neither General Ross nor the other high-ranking officials of the Department of Defense

had anticipated that Karl, a young man under twenty, could display such composure and shrewdness in negotiations.

After a slight pause, General Ross said helplessly,

"Mr. Mara, please wait a moment. I must call and report this matter before I can make a decision."

Then, after obtaining Karl's consent, he got up and went out to make a phone call.

Not long after.

General Ross returned to his seat with hurried steps, his expression slightly grave as he said,

"Mr. Mara, the higher-ups have only agreed to offer 3% of the total GDP of the rescued area for that year as your compensation.

Considering that we are likely to have a long-term cooperative relationship, we hope you can also make appropriate concessions…"

"Pleasure working with you."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Karldirectly nodded in agreement.

Under normal circumstances, even if the Department of Defense didn't pay this money, Karl would still send Kong to participate in the battle to gain more Prestigevalue.

And now, after a round of back-and-forth, he had not only received a sky-high appearance fee of "3% of the total GDP of the rescued area for that year,"

but also gained strong endorsement from the Department of Defense.

This would greatly assist Karl's upcoming external expansion plans!

Honestly speaking.

Nowadays, money is just a few extra zeros after a number for Karl.

What he truly wanted was General Ross's last promise.

Because in this way, Karl and all members of his faction could appear anywhere in America and its allied countries at will in the future.

And they would not be restricted by any organization… well, mainly S.H.I.E.L.D.

I just wonder if Nick Fury will be so angry that he drops dead on the spot when he hears this news?

So, no matter how you look at it, this cooperation is a sure-win for Karl, one could even say he's raking it in.

In addition to that.

Karl also shrewdly captured another new business opportunity from this cooperation.

That is… the DiDi Substitute Driving Service!!!

Karl planned to completely monopolize the business of combating Kaiju and Titans by leveraging Kong's excellent performance during the period before the Pan-Pacific Joint Defense Force's Hunter Mecha were fully developed.

That's right.

I'm going to walk other people's paths and leave them no path to walk.

Oh, excuse me, is my thinking a bit too extreme?

"Huh? You… you agreed just like that?"

General Ross saw Karl agree so readily and immediately realized that he had been manipulated by this kid again.

It was so infuriating.

I mean, even if you got a huge bargain, shouldn't you at least pretend to be reluctant in front of others?

Your directness not only gives me no sense of accomplishment but also makes me feel like I'm an idiot who lost a lot.

However,

Karl, across from him, seemed to sense his thoughts, immediately putting on a small expression of "tasteless to eat, a pity to discard," and said earnestly,

"This time, I'll give you face, General Ross, but let me say upfront, we are not responsible for any damage caused during Kong's battles.

And the payment must be settled cleanly; otherwise, our cooperation will terminate immediately."

"Actually… money or no money doesn't matter to me. The main thing is I just want to see that black man, Nick Fury, eat humble pie."

Upon hearing General Ross's words, his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

(╯°Д°)╯︵ ┻━┻

Where's your shame?

Are you really taking me for an old man with dementia?

Who was the grandson who just voluntarily asked for more money?

So, you get all the benefits, and then I, personally, still owe you a huge favor?

I have never seen such a shameless person.

Your heart, kid, is even blacker than that black man, Nick Fury!

However,

Although filled with resentment, General Ross could only put on a "pleased to cooperate" facade at this moment, smiling and nodding:

"As for that black… cough cough, I mean Nick Fury, we are in agreement on that guy."

"That guy's desire for control is just too strong; he has to meddle in everything. Who does he think he is?!"

But then he noticed Karl across from him looking at him with a strange gaze.

General Ross subconsciously touched his face and asked, "What, is there something dirty on my face?"

Karl nodded, then shook his head, thinking, "Aren't you in the Department of Defense just like that black man?"

"Wherever there's a little benefit to be gained in the World, you're eager to get a piece of it, so let's not call the kettle black…"

The two then discussed the specific details of the cooperation for a while.

After everything was settled, the previously tense atmosphere finally relaxed.

"May I be so bold as to ask, Mr. Mara, are you currently single?"

General Ross, while observing the subtle expressions on Karl's face, said casually,

"I have a daughter who is also single. Although Betty is a few years older than you, she has both beauty and talent. If you're willing, I can give you her phone number."

Upon hearing this, the premium tomahawk steak Karlwas chewing instantly lost its flavor.

Old man, you're being a bit too presumptuous with that question.

I'm only 19 this year!

Your daughter is at least 10 years older than me, okay?

Do you think I'd agree?

Besides, I really can't handle the car that Hulk has driven.

How does that saying go: a drop of Water in a great river, a toothpick stirring a large vat!

Although my hard power is exceptionally strong, I am still within the scope of humanity after all.

So, I really can't drive this luxury car, because my strength doesn't allow it.

Just as Karl was about to refuse, he inadvertently saw a space shuttle on the distant horizon, accelerating into the sky with the aid of a launch Rocket, leaving a long White smoke trail between heaven and Earth.

"That direction… is the Life Foundation's space shuttle?"

Karl frowned slightly, deep in thought, "Has Riot arrived in New York so early?"

Under the current circumstances, it most likely meant that Riot had already fused with Drake, the head of the Life Foundation.

Then, they would travel together on the spacecraft to the comet where the Alien Symbiote resided, and then bring countless Symbiote armies back to Earth to devour humanity…

Karl naturally couldn't let that happen.

Although he was currently capable of erasing the Symbiote's consciousness and turning it into an "obedient" Symbiote Suit,

if he had to face a Symbiote army of that scale simultaneously, even he would be powerless.

Furthermore, Karl suspected that the resistance he encountered when erasing the memories of Venom and another Symbiote likely came from Knull, the SymbioteGod.

Because he had found legends about Knull in the memory fragments of both these Symbiotes.

However, perhaps due to their lower rank, they did not understand deeper information.

Now was a good opportunity to confirm this information from Riot.

If the Symbiote God truly existed,

then he would directly disrupt Riot's plan and prevent the Symbiote army from invading Earth.

Conversely…

Karl would still disrupt Riot's plan and prevent the Symbiote army from invading Earth.

However, once he completed a new round of planning, he would personally travel to that comet and then "import" Symbiote Suits from there in batches.

This would eliminate the uncertainty of self-splitting and reproducing Symbiote Suits.

Thinking of this, Karl stood up, waved goodbye to General Ross, and then, under everyone's gaze, leaped out of the restaurant window and flew towards the direction of the Rocket.

"Hey, don't go…"

General Ross clearly misunderstood, thinking Karl was deliberately avoiding dating his daughter.

He immediately felt a little displeased.

Young man, I advise you not to be ungrateful.

My daughter is only 12 years older than you, right?

But what about it?

Haven't you heard the saying, "a woman three years older brings golden bricks"?

You don't even calculate how many golden bricks she'd bring if she's 12 years older.

General Ross couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

Alas, what a pity. If I could take this outstanding young man as my son-in-law, wouldn't I be able to walk sideways in the Department of Defense from now on?

However,

Just a few minutes later.

A deafening roar suddenly came from the distant sky.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that the Rocket, which had just ascended, had now turned into a violently burning fireball, smashing towards the ground along with countless falling debris.

General Ross merely glanced at it and then ignored it, continuing to enjoy his steak.

After all, in recent years, there have been countless cases of private Rocket launches failing.

Even ordinary people have become accustomed to it.

"Eh? Wait a minute… Mr. Mara just flew in that direction, didn't he?"

General Ross's expression gradually became strange as if he had thought of something, but then he shook his head and said,

"Impossible, this should just be a coincidence… No matter how much he likes to act recklessly, he would never blow up someone else's Rocket in broad daylight, would he?"

Chapter 102 Chapter 120 Chapter 121 The Imprisoned Symbiote God or New Concept of Super Soldier

Let's rewind a few minutes before the Rocket explosion.

Life Foundation Rocket Launch Center.

Just as Carlton Drake had predicted earlier.

The investors behind the Life Foundation, upon seeing the negative news broadcast by The Daily Bugle, immediately announced a halt to the second extraterrestrial exploration Rocket launch plan.

They also called Carlton Drake, threatening to remove him from his position as chairman if the stock price plummeted after the market opened.

However, at this moment, Carlton Drake disdained to pay attention to these fools whose minds were only filled with profit and money.

Once he brought the Symbiote army back to Earth from that comet, this World would usher in a new order.

And he would be the one to set the rules!

Subsequently, Carlton Drake ordered Anti-Venom to control the launch center staff, then entered the Life Exploration Spaceship No. 2 with Riot.

Whoosh...!!!

Three minutes later, the carrier Rocket successfully lifted off.

But just then, a man shrouded in golden light flew rapidly from afar.

He then hovered in front of the spaceship's cockpit, looking through the observation window at the stunned Carlton Drake inside.

"Damn it, who is this guy? What does he want to do?"

Riot's head emerged from Carlton Drake's shoulder, and he became tense.

Because he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and crisis from that man.

And he also felt the lingering aura of Venom and another Symbiote on the two spider rings worn on the other party's fingers.

"I don't know who he is either... Ugh!!!"

Carlton Drake suddenly felt as if his brain was being forcibly torn apart, and he let out a painful wail.

Riot's situation was no better.

It could clearly feel a strange and powerful consciousness forcibly invading its memory, seemingly searching for certain information within it.

This made Riot feel a chill down its spine.

But it was powerless to resist.

Suddenly, it seemed to think of something and exclaimed in shock:

"Damn it, could he be the human who Anti-Venommentioned, the one who can erase Symbioteconsciousness?"

However, Carlton Drake, who was in excruciating pain at the moment, was powerless to answer its question.

Fortunately, after a moment, that powerful consciousness retreated from both of their minds.

"I didn't expect that in this Universe, the Symbiote God actually exists."

Karl's face rarely showed a hint of surprise.

Just now, he had already found precise information about the Symbiote God, Knull, from Riot's memory fragments.

Knull truly exists, but his true body is imprisoned on the Symbiote homeworld, Klyntar, by a "good Symbiotearmy."

As for why the Symbiote army led by Riot wandered around the Universe, devouring all living Planets it encountered.

Its purpose was to quickly accumulate enough power, and then return to the homeworld, Klyntar, to rescue Knull's true body.

As for the obstruction Karl experienced when erasing Venom and Symbiote A02, it was indeed a faint wisp of Knull's consciousness remaining on the Symbiotes.

However, the more powerful the Symbiote, the stronger the residual Knull consciousness on it, and consequently, the stronger its resistance to Mind abilities and the like.

Take a low-level leader like Riot, for example; if Karlwanted to completely erase its consciousness, it would take a lot of time to accomplish.

"It seems I can only temporarily cancel the plan to 'stock up' on that comet."

Karl first made a "call me" gesture towards Riot and Carlton Drake in the cockpit.

Then, while they looked bewildered, he directly activated his Cyclops, blowing up the carrier Rocket's fuel section.

Boom...!!!

The scorching high temperature generated by the explosion instantly incinerated Riot and Carlton Drakeinto ashes.

"Detected collectible soul, Warp soul count +1."

Karl with a question mark on his face: "Huh? Do Symbiotes not have souls?"

...

...

"Oh, damn it, that terrifying human actually chased us here?"

In the control room of the Rocket Launch Center, when Anti-Venom saw the scene of the carrier Rocket being blown up by Karl, he was instantly startled.

Fortunately, he didn't accompany Riot onto the ship just now, otherwise, even he would have been doomed.

At this moment, Eddie Brock suddenly pointed at Karl's rapidly departing figure in the sky and excitedly said:

"I remember now, that guy is the super-powered individual who liberated Sokovia not long ago."

"I've read reports about him in The Daily Bugle's special column channel before."

As a reporter, Eddie Brock naturally wasn't unfamiliar with the Sokovia incident, which had caused a stir a few months ago.

That's why when Karl displayed his superpowers, he immediately recalled his true identity.

Anti-Venom said with a wary expression: "Mount Eddie, now even the powerful Riot has died at the hands of that human. It seems we must change our plan."

...

...

A few hours later, Karl flew back to Sokovia first.

On the way, he also checked on Selena and Frank's situation through the Soul Chain.

He found that they had already boarded the return flight.

After taking the Evolutionary Blood, Selena was now fearless of sunlight, so even traveling during the day would not cause her any harm.

Upon returning to the Hyperspace Group, Karl went directly to the laboratory on the 18th underground floor.

"Boss, you're back!"

Samuel Sterns, who was originally busy at the microscope, seemed to have some kind of Mind abilities, and once again, he was the first to notice Karl's arrival.

Before the latter could ask, he excitedly reported like a child eager for his father's praise:

"Boss, after receiving the Vampire Elder escorted back by the Thunder Warriors, we immediately conducted a comprehensive and detailed examination of him."

"Although this Vampire has an ugly appearance, its body structure and genetic characteristics are full of violent beauty, like a killing machine."

As they spoke, the two walked to a isolation chamber in the inner part of the laboratory.

Two Thunder Warriors on duty, upon seeing Karl, their eyes instantly showed a fervent look, and they immediately puffed out their chests, stood straight, and saluted Karl with a standard military salute.

"You've worked hard."

Karl smiled and nodded in response.

Then he looked through the reinforced glass into the isolation chamber.

Inside, a male Vampire, who had just taken on a human form, was currently covered in blood transfusion tubes, his eyes tightly shut, and he was fixed to a specially made metal medical bed.

And this Vampire was Marcus, the "progenitor" of all Vampires in the Underworld World.

As a large amount of plasma flowed into his body, his originally mummified body was visibly regaining vitality.

Two staff members in protective suits were constantly replacing the deflated blood bags next to him.

"Boss, once his body returns to a normal state, we will immediately conduct an 'Extraordinary Factors' extraction experiment on him..."

Samuel Sterns finished speaking and seemed to remember something else, quickly adding: "Oh, by the way, please rest assured, all the blood we are transfusing to him comes from animals.

This way, his body will gradually recover, and no unnecessary accidents will occur."

Karl nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this.

It must be said that Samuel Sterns' consideration was very thoughtful.

Because human blood can provide Vampires with extremely powerful energy, while animal blood does not have this effect, only providing a small amount of energy.

This is also why Vampires only target humans and rarely attack animals.

And Samuel Sterns' current handling method can be said to be the optimal solution.

"That..."

Samuel Sterns suddenly rubbed his hands awkwardly, then cautiously asked:

"Boss, I suddenly had a new idea... In order to better test the stability of the Extraordinary Factors when combined with the Super Serum, and the limit of improvement for the user's physique.

I want to first fuse the Extraordinary Factors with the New Super Soldier Serum, and then test it on the second batch of Thunder Warriors?"

"Testing the stability of Extraordinary Factors with Thunder Warriors?"

Karl nodded in agreement to his request without hesitation, "Yes, but the number of participants in the second phase of testing should still be limited to 10 people."

Karl also wanted to see if this plan was feasible.

On one hand, it could provide important experimental data for perfecting the Super Serum.

On the other hand, if these "Extraordinary Factors" could truly perfectly integrate with the Thunder Warriors' genes, then in the future, specialized forces could be created—such as "Werewolf Warriors," "Immune Warriors," "Skrull Transformation Warriors," and other extraordinary warrior legions with various abilities!

Hmm?

After opening up this line of thought, why did it feel like the types of troops under his command were gradually becoming more diverse?

Maybe in the future, he could really create some of those battle groups from "Warhammer 40,000"!

Then Karl took off the black Venom ring from his finger and placed it in his palm.

Under Samuel Sterns' slightly puzzled gaze, he mentally controlled it to transform into various weapons and equipment.

"Dr. Stern, this is an alien species called a Symbiote. It not only has mimetic abilities but also provides the user with powerful strength, speed, and defense, among many other enhancements. Therefore, it is very suitable for use as a special 'biological Suit.'"

Karl restored Venom to its original sludge-like form and said as he handed it to Samuel Sterns:

"So I hope you can use it as a research object and launch a brand new experimental project—utilizing the Symbiote's self-division and regeneration properties to see if more sub-Symbiotes can be bred."

Since the plan to "stock up" in outer space was not feasible at the moment, he could only proceed with artificial experiments first.

"However, during the experiment, there are two points you need to pay special attention to."

"First, before the Symbiote's independent consciousness is erased by me, they will cause irreparable damage to the host's internal organs if they are not fully compatible. Therefore, I must be present in person when screening for compatible individuals."

"And second, Symbiotes cannot survive independently for long periods, so they need to constantly change hosts to replenish energy...

However, based on my tests, they seem to be able to replenish the energy they need by absorbing the energy I release."

Samuel Sterns first asked someone to bring a special container, then, after placing the Venom Symbioteinside, he observed it with glowing eyes.

"Just hearing your description, Boss, has already made me appreciate the beauty of this creature. I never thought such a perfect species existed in the World."

"I'm already impatient to start researching..."

When Karl saw that pathological look of obsession reappear on Samuel Sterns' face, a chill ran down his spine.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard the other party's call from behind, "Boss, the detailed plan for building the Sky Energy Shield Defense System on the national border, as well as its accompanying energy supply plan, which you previously instructed me to do, have all been completed. Would you like to personally review them?"

"No need, just handle it as you see fit."

On such trivial matters, Karl always gave his subordinates the greatest freedom of decision.

This could better stimulate their enthusiasm and initiative.

After all, the purpose of him spending time and effort to recruit these talents was not to have more time to enjoy life later?

Otherwise, what fun would there be in being a boss?

Karl immediately left the laboratory and prepared to go into the mountains to find King Kong, to personally teach him how to use the A02 Symbiote Suit.

There was an inexplicable feeling in the back of his mind reminding him that it wouldn't be long before King Kong would have a chance to show off his skills!

And the laboratory was guarded by Thunder Warriors, so he could be completely at ease.

...

...

Watching Karl's figure disappear into the elevator with eager eyes, Samuel Sterns finally pinched his chin, adopting the air of an old scholar, and muttered to himself:

"By the way, what kind of shape should this Golden Throne, which serves to conduct energy, be made into for Boss to be happy?"

As he was thinking, Rebecca's complaints suddenly came from behind him, "Dr. Stern, isn't Boss a bit too much?"

"Hmm?!"

Samuel Sterns frowned tightly, looking at Rebecca with a somewhat unfriendly gaze, seemingly waiting for her to elaborate, so he could decide whether to fire her... or perhaps directly transform her into some unspeakable Warp creature?

"How can he use people like this?"

Rebecca didn't notice the abnormality on Samuel Sterns' face. While continuing to work on the reagents in her hand, she complained without looking up:

"Dr. Stern, Boss is simply treating you like livestock!"

Chapter 103 Chapter 122 Chapter 123 Returning to the Warp, is the Emperor the Fifth Evil God?

It's so unfair that you're responsible for almost all new projects now."

Rebecca said indignantly, "I can barely remember the last time you slept. If this continues, it might harm your body…"

Clearly.

Rebecca was concerned about Samuel Sterns, protesting Karl's almost perverse extreme exploitation of his labor.

But before she could finish speaking, Samuel Sterns on the other side excitedly interrupted, "Oh, that… Don't you think this means the Master… no, the Boss values me greatly, which is why he trusts me with so many heavy responsibilities?"

"I feel like my brain is filled with inexhaustible wisdom and drive right now. How great would it be if each day had 24 more hours… No, 48 hours would be enough… Hmm, I feel like 96 hours would truly unleash my passion for work!"

"Oh, I must start working immediately, otherwise this inexhaustible knowledge will overflow from my mind… Yes, I must start quickly."

At this point, Samuel Sterns directly entered "self-forgetting mode" and quickly walked to his workbench to get busy.

"I… you…"

Rebecca was dumbfounded at the sight, thinking that it seemed she had truly misunderstood those ruthless capitalists all these years.

Some people are born to be exploited… No, it should be said they are born a "sacred ox-horse body."

Just like Dr. Stern, who was engrossed in his work at this moment.

"Ah, damn it, I was just spacing out and I think I forgot to record the crucial experimental data. Looks like I have to start all over again, how annoying…"

Rebecca then began a new round of busy work.

While defending others, she seemed to forget that she herself had been busy in the laboratory for a whole week without going home!

… … … …

… …

The next morning.

Karl, who was still sound asleep, was awakened by an urgent phone call.

The call connected, and the voice of the blonde secretary came through, "Boss, Miss Selena and Mr. Cassel are back."

This was a task Karl had specifically given her yesterday: to notify him immediately when Selena and the other person returned to the group.

"Got it. Let them wait for me in the office first."

Karl then hung up the phone, stretched luxuriously, and got up to wash.

A few minutes later.

"Tell me, what exactly happened that night?"

Karl sat in his boss chair, a relaxed smile on his face, observing Selena and Frank, whose expressions were slightly complex, across from him.

The two exchanged glances, and then Selena spoke first, "Let's start with me then…"

This conversation lasted for nearly an hour and a half.

During this time, Selena and Frank meticulously recounted everything that happened that day, as well as the abnormal power that suddenly erupted within them at the moment of crisis.

Karl also used his Mind abilities to retrieve corresponding memory fragments, experiencing a 3D holographic immersive experience…

Finally.

The two of them, while trying hard to suppress the gradually burning fanaticism in their eyes, tentatively asked, "Um… Boss, are you really a Dimensional God?!"

Although they already had the answer in their hearts, they still couldn't help but want to hear Karl say it himself one more time.

After all, their state of mind was different now.

However.

At this moment, Karl had no time to pay attention to the two of them.

Upon hearing that Frank had died and resurrected, powerfully bursting forth to slay the Blood God, he already realized that something seemed to have gone wrong with his Warp…

And it was a big problem!!

Judging solely by their descriptions and the performance in the memory fragments.

At least Slaanesh and Khorne among the "Four Lackeys," as well as that golden big guy who shouldn't have appeared in the Warp, all contributed their power in this battle.

However, if Slaanesh and Khorne have been born, then Nurgle and Tzeentch must have appeared as well!

What puzzled Karl, however, was that he had clearly confirmed that there was nothing in the Warp before?

And the system had also initialized the Warp.

No matter how powerful the Four Lackeys of the warhammer 40k period were, they shouldn't be able to independently escape the scope of the Warp, right?

So, the question is…

How did they evade the system initialization?

Or, did they only come into being in the last two months, born from the accumulation of extreme human emotions?

This is clearly impossible!

Karl immediately rejected the second possibility.

Because even if he was a casual fan, he knew that among the Four Lackeys, except for Slaanesh, the "latecomer," the other three were all born after the Heavenly War.

And this Heavenly War, which blended the factions of the "Old Ones" and the "C'tan," "Necrontyr (Space Necrons)," and was an Apocalypse-level conflict, lasted for "five million years."

Afterward, it took nearly sixty-five million years of accumulation for Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch to successfully emerge in the Warp.

So, two months would likely be far from enough to "incubate" them.

(This section adopts the description of the Heavenly War from the 3rd edition rulebook, where its impact led to a drastic deterioration of the Warp's environment, thereby providing a birthbed for the later emergence of Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle.)

Σ(⊙▽⊙"a???

Wait a minute…

Karl suddenly thought of a possibility that sounded slightly absurd.

Could the birth of these guys be influenced by that thought I had before leaving?

Karl thought back carefully and found that it was indeed highly possible.

First, he was a Dimension Master, so that strong thought of "needing the Four Lackeys plus the Emperor's help" likely stirred unimaginable ripples in the Warp.

Thereby accelerating their birth?

However, this also indirectly confirmed Karl's previous speculation…

That this currently initialized Warp is completely different from the evil and powerful Warp of the warhammer 40k period.

Perhaps without the influence of the Heavenly War, the Four Lackeys were not inherently evil upon birth?

This can be seen from the Emperor and Khorne jointly empowering Frank.

Under normal circumstances, even if the Four Lackeyswanted to put on a show to deceive Karl, the Emperor would never stoop to colluding with the four Loki.

Otherwise, it would be utterly preposterous.

Yes, this possibility is very high… No, it should be said extremely high!

It's just…

Golden big guy, I didn't expect a seemingly upright fellow like you to also appear in the Warp?

(～￣▽￣)～

Has the World of warhammer 40k been destroyed?

Or has your physical body on the Golden Throne rotted away, and you can no longer be contained?

Thinking of this.

Karl's previously fluctuating emotions finally calmed down again.

Actually, even if the Four Lackeys were as evil and powerful as in the 40k period, he wouldn't have to fear at all.

Because in the Warp, he is the absolute master, possessing not only an immortal and indestructible body but also the Authority of Destruction that can erase everything.

So, if he truly detects anything amiss with the Four Lackeys, Karl can erase them completely at any time.

It's just that there's one thing he still can't figure out?

That is, in just over two months, the Four Lackeysaccumulated enough power to influence reality. Isn't this a bit too outrageous?

Could it be because of the mind stone?

At present, only this explanation seems to have a bit of rationality.

However, the specifics of what happened, and all the various questions, all await Karl to personally enter the Warp to find the answers.

"It seems it's time to enter the Warp for a second time to check the situation."

Having made up his mind, Karl instructed Selena and Frank to guard outside the office, not allowing anyone to disturb him without his command.

After the two exited, he directly called out to the system in his mind, "System, enter the Warp as a Visitor…"

Boom…!!!

In an instant.

Karl's consciousness traversed countless light-years, breaking through the barrier between reality and illusion, and entered the basketball-sized Subspace Dimension.

"Oh, this?"

Karl was immediately stunned by the bizarre sight before him.

Because as soon as he entered, he saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu… No, it should be said that a human big guy in golden armor was violently pummeling another guy with a dog head and human body, wearing heavy red armor.

Needless to say, this was definitely Emperor beating Khorne.

The scene of those powerful punches gave one a sense of comedic joy, like a Golden Saint beating a Bronze Saint…

Besides the two of them.

Not far away stood a curvy, exceptionally beautiful purple figure, and a green Fat Man covered in verdant green, looking much like a "Max version Shrek the Ogre"???

And in mid-air floated a strange cloud entwined with lightning, constantly changing shape and color.

However.

Aside from the dog-headed warrior who remained defiant no matter how much he was beaten, the other three figures showed no intention of attacking the Emperor.

Instead, they were watching the show with relish, like spectators eating melon seeds.

Very good!

Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, Tzeentch…

The "Chaos Gods" were indeed all gathered in the Warp!

And that golden big guy.

Who would have thought that the dignified Lord of Man would actually become the "Fifth Loki" in the Warp?

It looks like he got tired of sitting on the toilet and finally decided to collectively ascend with the unpromising humans…

Karl suddenly recalled a less mainstream theory about the Horus Heresy event that he had read on a certain forum in his "previous life."

That is, the reason why the Chaos Gods went to such great lengths to tempt and corrupt the Warmaster Horus.

It wasn't just because he was the "most powerful" Primarch, the Emperor's most beloved son, the most revered brother by the other Primarchs, and regarded by the Imperium of Man as the Emperor's sole successor…

Their deeper, true purpose was actually to use Horus's hand to forcibly "ascend" the Emperor.

To make him the fifth Loki in the Warp!!

Thereby completely removing this most powerful being who had protected humanity in the real Universe for tens of thousands of years.

Because once the Emperor's protection was lost.

Then the Imperium of Man in the real Universe, with its colossal population base of tens of trillions, would instantly collapse.

All Planets and life would fall into an inescapable purgatory.

As for why the Chaos Gods would go to such great lengths to scheme, instead of directly confronting the Emperor.

That was entirely because their special attribute as Concept Gods prevented them from directly entering the real Universe.

So, they could only influence the real World from the Warp, using their vast and boundless power.

Commonly known as — "Screen-peeking monsters"!!

For this reason, no matter how much power the four of them bestowed upon their loyal followers in the real Universe, no one was a match for the Emperor.

However, fortunately this time, Horus, with "Four Gods' joint sponsorship," lived up to expectations.

In the father-son duel with the Emperor, relying on the continuous energy infusion from the Chaos Gods, he ultimately succeeded in severely wounding the Emperor at the cost of his own complete destruction of body and soul…

He truly was a filial son!

However.

Just as the Chaos Gods triumphantly believed their wicked scheme would finally succeed.

The Emperor used the Stasis Field on the Golden Throne to perpetually halt himself at the very moment of his impending death.

And with his unparalleled psychic power, he continued to protect all of humanity within the galaxy!!

Then, as time passed, and with the continuous "faith" bestowed by trillions of Imperial human subjects for over ten millennia.

The Emperor on the "Golden Throne" had truly become a very special existence.

Although his body still existed in the real Universe.

His fragmented consciousness and soul projection, however, formed a pale and cold Sun in the Warp.

Even the Chaos Gods could not directly gaze upon the shining light he emitted…

While Karl observed the "Five Little Ones," the battle between the Emperor and Khorne below continued.

Bang bang bang…!!!

The Emperor's Claw, imbued with immense psychic power, rained down like a furious storm, pushing Khorne back.

However, the vast majority of these attacks were blocked by the heavy red armor on Khorne's body, which was covered in mysterious runes and distorted faces, leaving not a single mark on it.

"Hey, I say, did you not eat? Your fists are so light, like a woman's. I don't feel even a tiny bit of pain when you hit me. Can't you use more force?"

"Come on, if you have the guts, kill me?!"

Even though Khorne was currently at a disadvantage, being passively beaten.

But on his ferocious dog-like face, there was not the slightest hint of fear; instead, he began to loudly clamor with extreme excitement.

"…"

The Emperor, maintaining a poker face, remained silent, but his right arm suddenly erupted with scorching psychic Fire.

He brought it down heavily towards Khorne's dog head.

Seeing this, Khorne quickly swung his blood-red heavy sword to meet the blow.

Chapter 104 Chapter 124 Chapter 125 The First Test of the Four Peddler

Crack…!

A crisp cracking sound came from the crimson greatsword, followed by several visible spiderweb-like cracks that rapidly spread outwards from the point of impact between the fist and the sword.

And finally, it shattered into countless blood-red fragments.

"Satisfying! Again!"

Khorne pulled out another massive battle-axe from behind him and charged at the Emperor with a monstrous cry.

"…"

The poker-faced Emperor remained silent, raising his hand to pull out a purple-bronze greatsword from behind his back.

The heavy blade, charged with powerful psychic energy, instantly turned ice-blue and ignited with a blazing, holy flame.

Clang, clang—

Each collision between the greatsword and the giant axe produced a deafening clang.

However.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, as if suddenly sensing some terrifying aura, they stopped simultaneously with extreme tacit understanding, and then, along with the other three, looked up at the "sky."

During this process, besides Slaanesh and the Emperor, who had originally maintained their "human forms," the other three all transformed into human appearances.

Tzeentch transformed into a refined young scholar wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Khorne, on the other hand, transformed into a muscular, hot-blooded young man.

Nurgle was the most outrageous, transforming into a kind-faced, chubby chef uncle.

Σ(°△°|||)︴

Seeing the Four Lackeys voluntarily transform into human form to show goodwill, Karl not only did not relax but became even more vigilant.

They couldn't have guessed my purpose for this trip, could they?

Heh, even if they guessed, it doesn't matter.

If anyone dares to play tricks, you will all die!

After making up his mind, Karl slowly descended, his gaze vigilantly fixed on the "Five Little Ones" opposite him, and he asked directly:

"Next, you need to answer my questions truthfully, otherwise I will erase all of you."

"First, how did you come into being in my Warp?"

Slaanesh's beautiful eyes shifted, and her figure gracefully moved forward, speaking like a breath of orchid: "My Lord, we were all born from nothingness, summoned by your will…"

"Indeed!"

Karl instantly understood upon hearing this. "They must have been affected by that thought I had when I left the Warp earlier."

"But I suppose this is inextricably linked to their own 'concept god' attributes, isn't it?"

Does that mean that…

Although the Four Lackeys at this time were still the Four Lackeys Karl knew from warhammer 40k, they were in their "childhood" stage?

Uh… I guess that's how it can be understood?

Then Karl sorted his thoughts and prepared to ask again.

However, when his gaze swept over Slaanesh, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Sister S's makeup at this time looked like a pure and lovely girl next door, but her figure was exceptionally hot.

But what truly surprised Karl was that…

Her exquisite face seemed to intentionally combine all the advantages of Wanda and Selena, being both pure and lovely, and mature and cold.

In addition, there was even a hint of captivating charm in her eyes.

This face alone could be considered the best of the best, capable of fulfilling all your imaginations of a beautiful woman…

Truly worthy of being Sister S!

Whether it was her figure, appearance, or temperament, it could be said that she completely fit Karl's aesthetic.

But the more this was the case, the more he felt that this Slaanesh seemed a bit off!

Especially when Slaanesh noticed Karl's gaze on her, the alluring "flirtatious yet shy" expression on her face.

Anyone else would have surrendered on the spot…

But Karl "knew" her identity inside and out, and there was not a single ripple in his heart.

Monster, I knew you weren't human at first glance.

Hmph, how dare you show off such petty tricks in front of me…

I, Karl, have seen countless women in my first half of life, so how could I fall for your "immortal trap"?

In short: this woman doesn't look like a good person at all!!

Karl continued to ask: "Second question, how did you break the barrier between reality and illusion and use your respective powers to affect the physical Universe?"

"Let me explain this to My Lord…"

Tzeentch pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose in a seemingly proper manner, but somehow, he always gave off the impression of a refined scoundrel.

"Originally, with the power we currently possess, it was not enough to break through the dimensional barrier and affect the real World."

"But not long ago, this situation suddenly changed…"

"If calculated in units of time from the human World, then the exact time should have been 39 days, 09 hours, 09 minutes, and 09 seconds ago, when the dimensional barrier between the Warp and the physical Universewas forcibly torn open."

"It was from that moment that we discovered we could permeate… erm, I mean, extend our power into the real World."

Then he raised his hand and pointed to the mind stone, which hung like the Sun above the "sky," and continued:

"However, if we want to have a certain continuous impact on the real World, we temporarily need to borrow the energy emanating from that 'original stone' to do so."

Finally, Tzeentch did not forget to add a flattering remark, "Presumably, the appearance of this change must be closely related to My Lord's long-standing efforts in the real World."

So that's how it is.

They indeed borrowed the power of the mind stone.

However, this also explains very well why Selena and Frank failed to re-ignite their powers during their second encounter with crisis… now perhaps it should be called Psychic Power.

That's because these blessed powers were not entirely from the "Five Little Ones'" original power (divinity).

Instead, they borrowed part of the mind stone's power, so naturally, they could not provide long-term enhancement.

To put it simply, the current "blessings" of the Four Gods are somewhat like "fixed data trial cards," each use requires waiting for a recharge before it can be used again…

In fact, as soon as Karl entered the Warp, he had already clearly felt the strength of each of the "Five Little Ones'" powers.

It's no exaggeration to say that if they were to engage in a one-on-one duel, with their current level, they probably couldn't even defeat the Ancient One, who borrowed Dormammu's power.

However, even so, the growth rate of the "Five Little Ones" is still astonishing!

After all, only a little over two months have passed since their birth…

Moreover, the Marvel Universe is not a cesspool like warhammer 40k.

There aren't as many suffocating extreme emotions that can continuously nourish them.

Presumably, the reason they grew so fast was mostly due to absorbing the energy emanating from the mind stone.

However, the current situation, for Karl… is both good and bad!

The good aspect is naturally that all "Five Little Ones" were affected by "system initialization."

This is enough to show that even if Karl develops the Warp to a scale as prosperous as the "40K era" in the future, there will absolutely not be any melodramatic plot of being secretly backlashed by them.

Naturally, this also ensures that his "foundation" will never be shaken.

In this way, Karl can carry out the "nurturing plan" for the "Five Little Ones" without any scruples in the days to come.

The bad aspect is that the five of them will likely borrow and absorb the mind stone's energy for a long time before recovering to their "peak state."

Although after initialization, the current Four Lackeyscan also absorb power from their exclusive positive emotions.

But in Karl's opinion, this part of the improvement will likely be slower than from extreme emotions.

After all… everyone understands the principle of "going dark makes you ten times stronger, being good makes you three points weaker."

So Karl is not entirely sure now whether the immense energy contained in the mind stone can withstand being used by all 5+1 of them…

Why does it suddenly feel like "data is running out"?

This couldn't help but make Karl feel a little pressure!

It seems that the plan to plunder other infinity stones must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if this "big power bank" suddenly runs out of power one day while being used, wouldn't it be a laughingstock?

In addition to that.

Karl had just received another extremely important piece of information from Tzeentch's words.

He had never understood what changes occurred after the Dimension Strength was upgraded to Lv4.

Now it seems that this upgrade mainly targeted the actual influence of the Subspace Dimension on the physical Universe.

Huh?

Does that also mean that the higher the level of Dimension Strength, the greater the influence of the Warp on the physical Universe (the larger the opening torn)?

Is it possible to eventually break through the Dimensional Barrier and completely merge the Warp with the entire Marvel physical Universe?

Thinking of this, even the usually composed Karlcouldn't help but become more and more excited about it…

Because if all of this could truly be achieved…

Wouldn't that mean he could recover all the Dimension Master's authorities without abandoning his physical body?!

Hiss—

This idea seems a bit too extreme!

By the way… what level of strength is Dormammu's Dark Dimension?

However, Karl quickly reined in his diverging thoughts, because he still had a crucial matter to verify next.

That is—

To verify whether the influence caused by the Four Lackeys' followers in the real World could provide him with Prestige value, like Frank and Zemo, and plunder the souls of those killed!

In fact, after "seeing" the combat experiences of Selenaand Frank.

Karl could almost confirm that the partial Prestige value gained at that time, and the plundered Vampire souls, were all contributed by the two of them.

In other words.

After being blessed with the Five Little Ones' power, they could break certain existing rules and complete the work of plundering souls on Karl's behalf.

However, considering that Selena and Frank were both loyal to him, this might not be universally applicable.

Therefore, to ensure the test results were rigorous and accurate enough.

Karl decided to re-use the followers temporarily selected by the Four Lackeys to verify his conjecture again.

But he thought it would probably be fine.

After all, no matter what, the Four Lackeys were products born from the Warp.

And Karl was the Dimension Master here.

So, in a sense, the Four Lackeys' followers could actually be classified as his followers!

And this unverified conjecture directly related to Karl's next step in re-positioning the Warp and the Four Lackeys, as well as the direction for formulating subsequent plans.

Right now, he naturally had to seize the time to test the waters and verify the results.

Very good, it seems it's time to give this World a little shock from the Warp!

After a brief moment of contemplation, Karl's stern gaze swept over the Four Lackeys one by one, then he spoke in a deep voice:

"Since your powers can now affect the real World, I happen to have a temporary task that requires the four of you to complete."

"In the coming week, you each need to select a God Chosen, and then, through power blessings, assist them in creating incidents with a certain influence."

"I'll emphasize it again: it's 'assist,' not 'control' (this is important, for harmony, keeping a backup)!"

"At that time, I will reward you based on how you complete the task…"

At this point, Karl paused slightly, then raised his hand and pointed to the World before them, and those souls trembling in the "starlight," continuing in the Four Lackeys' expectant gazes:

"The rewards are to expand your exclusive territories in the Warp, and those souls."

As a top salesman, he was naturally well-versed in the game of "reward and punishment competition mechanisms."

And what he could offer most readily now, and what the Four Lackeys most likely anticipated as a reward, was naturally to expand the scale of this dimensional space.

This was also thanks to Karl prioritizing the increase of Dimension Strength back then.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't know what to reward the Four Lackeys with now.

As for those human souls.

Karl couldn't use them anyway, so it was better to bestow them upon the Four Lackeys first to expand their overall strength!

As expected.

The Four Lackeys on the opposite side all perked up when they heard about expanding the scale of the dimensional space.

Originally, they had been wondering how to subtly suggest to My Lord about increasing the scale.

After all, no one wanted to live in this cramped basketball-sized space forever, and it wouldn't sound good to say it out loud, would it?

Moreover, as the Dimension Scale increased, their absorption rate of extreme emotions would also accelerate.

It was just that none of them had the courage to stand up and take the lead, fearing that it would anger Karland lead to their direct eradication.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that My Lordseemed to hold deep prejudices against the four of them.

However, this century-old problem was finally solved.

They only needed to do their best to complete the tasks assigned by My Lord, and they could expand their respective territories and live in comfortable "large flat-floors."

When can we start?

We're already a bit impatient…

"Remember, this time you can only choose extreme individuals and bestow upon them extreme negative powers, and you cannot directly harm innocent ordinary people (this sentence is for harmony)."

Karl thought for a moment, confirmed that he hadn't missed any crucial matters, and then prepared to return to the real World.

Before leaving, he casually dropped a sentence: "Oh, right, from now on, just call me Boss."

︿(￣︶￣)︿

That's right, it's better to have a unified title just like in the real World, because… starting today, you are all my employees!!

Chapter 105 Chapter 126 Chapter 127 The Chosen Ones of the Four Peddlers or Spider Gwen's Week (Part 1)

You really did guess right about the God Chosen, but what exactly does the Master… ah no, what does the Boss want to do?"

After Karl's consciousness body withdrew from the dimension space, Khorne eagerly leaned over to Tzeentnch and asked:

"Why are we only allowed to choose extreme individuals this time and bestow negative power?"

Then Khorne pointed indignantly at the Emperor, who had once again transformed into a pale Sun and hung directly below the mind stone, "Also, why isn't that guy included in this mission?"

"The Master is unknowable, unobservable, unforeseeable, uninfluenceable, and unshakeable!!"

Tzeentnch pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, clearly not wanting to bother with the guy whose brain was full of muscles, and said mysteriously:

"I only know that the Boss wants us to maintain duality, because only then can we better share His burden."

With that, he began to select the most suitable target from the "stars in the sky."

"You damn well better explain it clearly…"

Khorne roared angrily, "What I hate, hate, HATE the most is a riddle bird like you!"

Then he also hurried to join the ranks of selecting the God Chosen.

Because the deadline Karl gave was quite tight, the Four Lackeys could only temporarily give up those "good seedlings" who had great potential but no abnormal emotional fluctuations recently.

Instead, they meticulously selected among the "sparks" with the strongest reactions…

At this moment, the Emperor, who was originally hanging in the "sky," transformed back into human form and then came to Khorne's Brass Throne.

Looking at the Blood God, who was hanging upside down under a large banner, his eyes filled with terror, he spoke in a voice that sounded like two pieces of sandpaper constantly grinding against each other:

"Heretic, I'll only say this once, immediately tell me everything you know?!"

Finally—

Khorne surprisingly came from behind and was the first to determine his target.

His gaze pierced through a fiercely burning "spark" and locked onto a young girl in the real World who was attending her father's funeral in the pouring rain.

Her heart was filled with unspeakable "hatred" and an impulse to release suppressed emotions through killing.

There was simply no one more suitable for Khorne than this girl!

And Nurgle's gaze locked onto a man in sunglasses in a secret laboratory, attempting to fuse several viruses together…

Slaanesh gazed wistfully in the direction Karl had left, sensually licking the corner of his mouth before reluctantly withdrawing his gaze and heading straight for an exceptionally bright "spark."

It seemed this was a target he had already locked onto.

His delicate, fair fingers lightly stroked the "black halo" symbolizing a certain extreme emotion.

A demonic smile appeared on his ever-changing face, "Emma Russell, I've been watching you for a long time."

"Go forth, act as you believe in your heart…

Only by making those who ignore you pay a heavy price will they truly realize that you are right, and your thoughts are not extreme!"

"And you, too, will gain ultimate pleasure from death…"

Unexpectedly.

Tzeentnch, the "intelligence Responsible" among the Four Lackeys, was the last one to make his choice.

No wonder.

Because there were simply too many options to choose from.

"Fools, you don't understand at all, My Lord is not concerned with temporary gains or losses, but with a longer-term plan."

Tzeentnch first glanced at the other three who were gloating, and then paused one by one among several promising candidate "sparks."

Among them were junior mages with grievances…

There was a Merren girl who had been given super high intelligence through Compound V…

There was a playboy whose self-esteem was severely damaged in a certain battle and who was eager to create brand new battle armor…

There was a dwarven scientist whose consciousness was "trapped" in a giant computer and who attempted to eliminate dissenters using intelligent algorithms…

And there was a CEO of a listed company who attempted to explore the mysteries of the Universe, unlock the human genetic code, and free his mother's soul from a certain Demon Lord, and so on…

However.

Tzeentnch ultimately chose a down-and-out actor hired to impersonate a big shot, who spent his days performing horror scenes in front of cameras.

Because deep within this worthless man's heart, he saw a long-suppressed and unexpressed ambition.

Compared to other candidates, this lying actor could clearly bring about greater change.

And change meant infinite possibilities, which was undoubtedly Tzeentnch's favorite…

At present, this small and humble down-and-out actor seemed to only lack a little encouragement and hope to officially take that step of challenging his limits.

Very good, let the gears of fate turn!

...

"I never thought that the nonsense I casually spouted to Ancient One back then would actually come true?"

After withdrawing from the Warp, Karl sat in his boss chair and couldn't help but laugh wryly.

Because the appearance of the Emperor seemed to perfectly "close the loop" on the boast he had made to Ancient One before.

That's right, "Four Lackeys + Emperor" is exactly equal to "Four Loki + Demon God Body"!

It was based on this consideration that Karl had specifically not allowed the Emperor to participate in the test just now.

Perhaps this is the true embodiment of what people often say: "For every lie you tell, countless more lies are needed to cover it up later."

However, Karl didn't care about this.

In his opinion, it didn't matter how many lies were stacked up.

As long as it could be ensured that no problems would arise before the Warp and the Five Little Ones officially rose, then it was fine.

And what Karl was going to do next—

Was to reasonably arrange the "Four Loki's Blessings" act to completely dispel any lingering doubts in Ancient One's mind!

At the same time, he would take the opportunity to solidify the alliance with Kamar-Taj, thereby creating a better development space for the Five Little Ones.

When the Warp successfully grew stronger in the future, perhaps even Ancient One could be pulled into it…

If he could really change that rude bald Demon King's "faith" from the original Vishanti to one or several of the Five Little Ones, that scene would be exceptionally interesting to imagine!

In addition.

If this one-week test proved that the Four Lackeys' followers could also collect Prestige and even plunder souls for him.

Then Karl's previously established plan would definitely need to be adjusted to a certain extent.

"How about… simply taking a two-pronged approach, utilizing the Four Lackeys to create a Warp-exclusive 'Super Fun-Seeker Project'?"

Karl stroked his chin, muttering thoughtfully, "This way, not only can the long cycle required to increase Dimension Strength be greatly reduced.

It can also use the hands of those so-called 'Lokibelievers' to create incidents, collecting Prestige while providing more extreme emotions for the Warp and the Four Lackeys…

Thereby maximizing the income of each incident and forming a mutually beneficial win-win situation with the Warp!"

Thinking of this.

Karl's face couldn't help but show a look of anticipation, "It seems that I must first refine all the detailed plans during this time."

He never liked to fight unprepared battles or execute unplanned schemes.

And he would never easily hand over his "fate" to others to "dominate"!

Not even to the lord of change, who "discerns change and manipulates fate."

He still couldn't be sure whether the "loyalty" the other party showed was a false facade meant to lull him into a false sense of security.

Therefore, when faced with such major choices, Karlwould still choose to think independently and personally, and verify and adjust any potential deviations in the plan through practice.

What's more, for him, wasn't this also a process of self-improvement?

If he easily gave up "thinking," wouldn't he lose the greatest meaning and joy of "being human"?

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to ask about that 'demon soul fragment' just now…"

"Never mind, it's not urgent anyway, I'll ask them next time I enter the Warp."

"But speaking of which… if Pietro still hasn't awakened his 'Superspeed' after a while, should I use the power of the Four Lackeys to help him find his footing?"

Yesterday, Karl was so busy teaching King Kong how to use the A02 Symbiote Suit that he didn't have time to go to the Mountain Top Base to check on the boy's recent situation.

But he had no idea.

Pietro had not only successfully awakened his super-speed ability at this moment.

He had also awakened another new ability with the help of Nurgle's bowl of "Essence of Life"!

...

…

New York, Queens suburbs.

A certain graveyard!

Although it was noon at this time, the sky was overcast, just like Gwen Stacy's mood at the moment.

Several workers used simple slings to slowly lower George Stacy's coffin into the pre-dug grave.

Then they filled in the pre-reserved soil around it and finally covered it with a layer of turf…

Gwen stood silently in front of the tombstone, watching the entire burial process.

Although tears had already blurred her eyes, the expression on her face remained unchanged.

Only her thoughts uncontrollably jumped back to that night two days ago—

Just as she was alone at home baking a delicious cake, patiently waiting for her father to get off work so they could celebrate his promotion and raise together.

What she finally waited for was not the familiar greeting that would sound when the door opened.

But the bad news of her father's death that came over the phone!

At that moment, Gwen couldn't believe her ears.

She had never even imagined that her father, whose body was as majestic as a "mountain" and whose shoulders seemed capable of bearing any burden, would one day "leave" her alone in such an unexpected way…

No, it couldn't be, they must have made a mistake!

Or maybe it was someone with the same name…

So Gwen, holding onto a last sliver of hope, without even having time to put on her Spider-Gwen, directly used the strong spider silk ejected from her wrist to swing and shuttle rapidly between tall buildings.

And rushed to the hospital morgue as quickly as possible.

However, the police officer guarding there, fearing that she would be frightened and stimulated by seeing her father's tragic death, refused to let her in to "examine the body."

It wasn't until Sheriff Frank, a good friend of her father, rushed over after hearing the news, that the police officer agreed to let the two of them enter the morgue together to check the body's condition.

"Gwen, you'd best prepare yourself mentally. Your father's current condition may be very different from what you usually see…"

Before lifting the white sheet covering the body, Sheriff Frank reminded her with a somewhat pained expression.

Gwen didn't speak, only nodded slightly.

That was her father, who had always depended on her!

No matter what he looked like, she would never be afraid…

However.

The moment the white sheet was lifted.

When Gwen saw the headless body, an unprecedented sense of fear instantly enveloped her whole being.

Ugh—

Her body uncontrollably began to dry heave, and soon she vomited up all the food she had eaten today.

Tears and snot gushed out uncontrollably.

That's right, that headless male corpse was her father!

Because she saw the familiar text tattoo on his arm—May my dearest daughter Gwen be happy every day.

Why?

Why would a good person like her father be killed in such a cruel way?

Who was the murderer?

Gwen's fear quickly turned into a burning rage.

She swore she would avenge her father!

So she began to press Sheriff Frank for information about the murderer.

However.

In his eyes, she was ultimately just a little girl whose head was clouded by anger.

To prevent Gwen from doing anything foolish, Sheriff Frank didn't reveal any information to her, only repeatedly promised to do his best to apprehend the criminal.

Then he personally drove Gwen home and left in a hurry.

It wasn't until today, when Sheriff Frank brought several police officers who had a good relationship with George Stacy to attend the funeral, that the two met again.

After the funeral, several police officers wanted to go up and comfort Gwen, but they were stopped by CaptainFrank, who shook his head.

Yes, for that child, no amount of comfort could bring her father back to life…

So everyone could only sigh and leave quietly with regret.

"Gwen, my condolences. If you need any help in the future, just call me…"

Sheriff Frank turned to leave, but was immediately stopped by the girl, who asked, "Is there any news about the murderer?"

"Child, this case is very complex, and it may not be solved so quickly, but don't worry…"

"So, not yet?"

Gwen suppressed the anger in her heart as much as possible, almost pleadingly saying:

"Uncle Frank, I have a very skilled hacker friend. As long as you tell me some information about the murderer…"

"Stop talking, Gwen!"

However, her words were cut short by Sheriff Frank, who interrupted her righteously.

"Child, don't let hatred and anger blind your eyes… The road ahead is still long, and I believe George would rather see you live a happy and fulfilling life."

Gwen, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to tell you.

It's just that that monster is simply not something ordinary people like you and I can deal with, so you should forget your hatred as soon as possible and start a new life!

Chapter 106 Chapter 128 Chapter 129 Spider-Gwen's Week (Part 2)

Boom—

A light rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Gwen Stacy, her mood at rock bottom, stood alone and lost in thought before her father's tombstone, oblivious to the rain soaking her clothes.

It wasn't until a sudden clap of thunder startled her awake that she came back to her senses, then slowly moved her feet, stumbling towards home.

"Life is fleeting, and death is unpredictable…"

An elderly man with silver hair, dressed in a meticulous suit, appearing like an old British gentleman, suddenly appeared from nowhere.

He thoughtfully placed his umbrella over Gwen's head and said with a smile:

"Child, I was just passing by and inadvertently noticed the strong desire deep within your heart."

"If I can arrange for you to meet the departed soul of your father, to say your final goodbyes, would you be willing to sign a contract with me, entrusting your soul to my keeping after death?"

As he spoke,

the old man had already pulled out a finely crafted parchment scroll from his embrace, shaking it at Gwento indicate it was the contract he spoke of.

But the latter clearly didn't believe such wild talk and continued walking forward without lifting her head.

"It seems the time is not yet ripe…"

The old man sighed inwardly, then retracted the scroll, smiling as he handed over the umbrella, saying with eyes full of concern:

"Then at least take this umbrella; it's a kind gift from an elder!"

"No, you keep it for yourself."

Gwen refused expressionlessly, "No matter how much I get drenched, I won't get sick anyway."

"Alas, business is truly getting harder and harder these days. Young people nowadays are all too cautious…"

The old man looked in the direction Gwen had disappeared, pulled out his phone, checked the time, and shook his head helplessly: "I really miss the times before the internet."

"No matter where you went, you could find plenty of brainless fools; one trick, and they were hooked… It seems the good times are truly over."

Then the old man raised his hand, and the umbrella in his hand transformed into an exquisite parchment scroll.

Had Gwen accepted the umbrella, it would have meant she had agreed to the terms of selling her soul in the contract.

In this way, this old man… no, or rather, he should be called Hell Lord Mephisto, would have obtained a high-quality human soul.

And a high-quality soul is far more valuable than a thousand ordinary souls combined.

Whether used to create high-level Hell Demons or as a scarce currency for transactions with other Hell Lords, it is extremely useful!

However, a temporary setback was nothing to Mephisto.

After all, many people had refused him over the years.

And in the end, they still obediently fell for his deception… no, they were moved by his true (cunning) sincerity (scheme) and willingly signed the contract!

Good things come to those who wait.

Gwen Stacy, rest assured, we will meet again soon.

Your soul will never escape my grasp.

But it seems I must first return to Hell and find a couple of multi-level marketing lecturers for a refresher course.

Otherwise, I really won't be able to keep up with the times!

… … … …

… …

Gwen walked home through the light rain.

Holding her father's photo, she sat by the bed, silently weeping.

Gwen actually had no memory of her mother.

She could barely even remember her name.

Because her mother passed away shortly after Gwenwas born.

And from then on, Gwen's father acted as both father and mother, doing his utmost to give her a complete and warm childhood…

It's just that death seemed to constantly hover around Gwen, once again shattering her perfect life!

"Damn it, things shouldn't have happened this way…"

Gwen covered her face, letting tears drip from her fingertips, blaming herself with a choked voice:

"If I had secretly followed my father to the crime scene that night, like I used to, that accident would never have happened."

Months ago, after Gwen was accidentally bitten by a spider on her university campus, she gained superpowers similar to a spider.

Not only did she possess powerful strength, speed, endurance, defense, and reaction abilities far beyond ordinary people.

She could also cling to various buildings like an insect and move quickly on those vertical surfaces.

So, after familiarizing herself with these abilities,

Gwen quietly followed her father, going together to various crime scenes.

Whenever they encountered brutal criminals who refused to surrender, she would secretly strike down the culprits during the brief moments when her father called for backup.

This not only helped her father earn merits and promotions but also fulfilled a teenage girl's superhero dream.

Until an incident more than a month ago changed her mind.

One night, Gwen secretly snuck out after her dad fell asleep to punish evil and promote good.

Unexpectedly, in a dark alley, she caught a criminal who was committing a robbery.

After successfully subduing him, Gwen, as usual, hung the criminal and the weapon upside down on a lamppost at the entrance of the Queens Police Station.

Afterward, she inadvertently learned from her father that

the criminal she caught that day was actually the true culprit behind twelve serial murders committed six months prior.

But what was dramatic was that—

A reporter from the Daily Globe had previously easily believed the lies of a swindler who wanted to become famous by impersonating a serial killer, without verifying the truth.

And based on his "revelations," he specifically wrote a series of special reports, thus gaining fame and fortune, and was promoted to the most popular top-tier reporter in New York.

Then, the police, who had been unable to solve the case for a long time, were pressured by strong public opinion.

They had no choice but to pressure the reporter named Eddie Brock to reveal the true identity of the serial killer.

So Eddie Brock finally had to expose the "imposter."

But who would have thought that just a few months later, the real serial killer was accidentally caught by Gwen.

And Eddie Brock quickly fell from grace due to his previous false reports and his malicious act of providing incorrect information to the police, and was tragically fired by his old employer, the Daily Globe.

After this incident, Gwen was greatly encouraged and became even more determined to "fight for justice."

So from that day on, she decided not to continue being a tag-along behind her father, George Stacy.

Instead, she officially began her "solo" mode.

Every night, like a ghostly phantom, she roamed among the skyscrapers of Queens.

It was precisely because of this that Gwen felt such self-blame and regret at this moment.

She even thought in an extreme way that if she hadn't made that change, she wouldn't have missed the best opportunity to save her father.

"Gwen, it's time to act…"

At this moment, a voice full of power suddenly resonated in Gwen's mind, which was naturally Khorne.

"Who's there?!"

Gwen was startled, but looking around, the room was empty except for herself.

Was it an auditory hallucination?

It must be, after all, even her Spider-Sense hadn't activated!

Perhaps it was because she hadn't slept for two days and two nights?

Or was it due to excessive grief?

Forget it, it doesn't matter what it is…

The girl wiped away her tears, smiling bitterly and shaking her head, "If Dad were home, knowing I hadn't slept for so long, he would definitely put on a stern face, lecture me, then give me a big hug, and personally watch over me to make sure I went to sleep quickly…"

By the end of her sentence, tears flowed again, uncontrollably.

"Gwen, I'm disappointed by the weakness you're showing…"

"If you truly want to be a hero, then the first person you need to save is yourself!"

Khorne's powerful voice rang out again.

"Hero?"

Gwen seemed to have accepted this voice as her own hallucination. Far from being afraid, she even regarded it as an outlet to release her inner pressure and said with great self-mockery:

"Have you ever seen a useless hero who can't even save her own father?"

"So the truth is… I can't save anyone!"

"But you can avenge him, and let his soul rest in peace."

"Your father was a good man; he shouldn't have been treated so cruelly… Of course, that's assuming you have the courage and strength."

Khorne continued to encourage her… or perhaps, to tempt her?

"That's right, my father was so righteous, so kind… He shouldn't have died, it's not fair, not fair!!"

Gwen felt the anger suppressed deep within her heart ignite instantly. She stood up abruptly, clenching her fists and saying:

"I am Spider-Woman, I have the ability to avenge my father, and that bastard's crime is absolutely unforgivable… Never!!"

"Very good."

Khorne was very pleased to see this.

"Go, go and take your revenge in your own way… Remember, you are not fighting alone; when you need to fight, I will lend you strength!!"

…

Midnight.

A white silhouette, like a ghost, silently landed on the rooftop of the Queens Police Station, swinging with the aid of webs.

Then, Gwen used her hands and feet, clinging to the vertical wall like a spider, and quickly reached the northwest corner of the 4th floor, the investigation area where Sheriff Frank was located.

Her father used to work in this area too, but now…

However, since Sheriff Frank, as the case officer, was unwilling to tell her the information about the murderer who killed her father, she would find it herself from the computer…

Gwen slipped into the room through an open window and, following the location she had noted when she previously came to find her father, successfully found her father's desk.

On the desk was a large cardboard box filled with George Stacy's personal belongings. At the very top was a photo frame containing a picture of Gwen and her father laughing happily at the camera.

Gwen's eyes reddened. She picked up the photo, gently wiped her father's side, and then reluctantly put it back.

Presumably, in a few days, the police department would send someone to return these items to her, right?

"I hope Dad's password still works…"

Gwen turned on the computer on the desk, just about to use her father's account and password to log into the police internal network to query relevant information.

A strong beam of light shot from behind her, "Spider-Woman, I suggest you immediately cease your illegal activities!!"

A middle-aged female officer, who happened to be patrolling there, held a tactical flashlight in her left hand, aiming it at Gwen, while her right hand rested on the revolver at her waist.

If the other party made any aggressive moves, she would immediately draw her gun and fire.

"Spider-Woman, do you know what you are doing?"

"Sneaking into the police station and hacking into police computers is a serious crime. If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I'm afraid your identity will immediately change from a Queens vigilante to a wanted criminal!"

Clearly,

Gwen's previous actions in helping the Queens Police Station apprehend criminals had earned her the praise of most officers, which is why the middle-aged female officer did not shoot her immediately!

"Please let me explain…"

Gwen obediently raised her hands and made no aggressive moves.

Because her Spider-Sense did not indicate danger.

Therefore, it meant that the female officer behind her did not pose a subjective threat to her.

"I heard Sheriff Stacy was killed. He was a very good person… I feel like I should do something for him… but I need to know more about the killer!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged female officer's tense expression softened considerably, but she still maintained her vigilance and asked:

"So, you plan to find clues from the police and then bring that damned monster to justice?"

"No."

Gwen shook her head vigorously, her voice incredibly firm as she said, "This time, I don't want to see him go to jail; I want him to pay blood for blood!!"

As she spoke, the anger Gwen inadvertently exuded caused the middle-aged female officer to feel a strange sense of anxiety and unease in her heart.

After a brief silence,

"Alright…"

The middle-aged female officer seemed to sense something, sighing with a complex expression, then put down her flashlight and sat down at the computer.

While entering her own account and password, she said:

"Strictly speaking, the police station building is also open to the public on weekdays, so from a technical standpoint, you are not breaking the law until you log into the police's internal network!!"

"Alright, back to the point, as of now, the killer's identity is still a mystery. We only have a few videos related to the killer, but the content might be a bit too brutal…"

As she spoke,

the middle-aged female officer had already pulled up the footage of the officers encountering Anti-Venom on the day of the incident.

When she saw Anti-Venom bite off her father's head in one gulp, Gwen's youthful face beneath her mask instantly contorted.

"This guy looks as terrifying as a monster; no one knows where it came from…"

The middle-aged female officer reminded her meaningfully, "But one thing is certain: this guy is exceptionally powerful; even bullets cannot cause any effective damage to it."

"So even you… Spider-Woman, I still don't recommend you go after it alone."

However,

Gwen at this moment could hear nothing but revenge. She immediately pulled out a USB drive and said:

"Please copy this video for me. I have a hacker friend who might be able to help find some clues."

The middle-aged female officer said nothing more, took the USB drive, and copied the video onto it.

Then, looking at the white silhouette that hastily said "Thank you" and then leaped out the window, she shook her head helplessly and with concern:

"You must stay safe… Little Gwen!"