As Homelander In Multiverse

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Looking around.

Azul smiled: "Saying you're not afraid to fight, but actually running faster than anyone."

"So this guy is actually trying to scare me."

"However, the fact that he dared to show up indirectly indicates."

"He probably isn't that afraid of me."

He glanced at the pile of fragments that was the 'Magneto Helmet'.

"This guy has at least been to the 'X-Men Universe' and the 'Marvel Universe'."

"The Magneto Helmet can resist psychic invasions, which is the main reason I couldn't find him."

"But now, he's been marked by me, and without this helmet, I can find him anytime."

"Plus, the sling ring has been destroyed by me, he can no longer use portals."

"Although it took some time, his weak period still has about 40 hours left."

After a brief analysis of the situation, Azul looked at Gwen.

Earlier, Gwen's action of firing a gun had caught his attention.

At that time, Azul thought, if Peter Parker died, and there is no Spider-Man in this universe anymore, what would be the outcome?

Would it disappear?

Or, would another Spider-Man be born?

For example.

Gwen Spider-Man?

"You can't kill that guy with a gun."

Azul spoke, walking over to the seventeen-year-old girl.

Gently taking the gun from her hand.

"If you want revenge, you must use another method."

Gwen couldn't help but look at him.

Azul walked over to Peter Parker's corpse, took something from it, and then walked towards an empty space.

"If you want revenge, follow me."

"But you need to think it through."

"If you choose the path of revenge, it means saying goodbye to your previous life."

Gwen couldn't help but look at her father and Peter Parker.

She closed her eyes.

After a moment.

The girl resolutely walked towards Azul.

"I want revenge."

"Please help me, sir."

Azul nodded, holding her.

Covering Gwen with a bio-force field.

Then soaring into the sky.

Turning into a distant meteor.

After Azul and Gwen left, from the ruins of the safe house, an ugly, lizard-like hand.

Reached out from the rubble.

Then a figure emerged from the ruins.

It looked like a person, but with lizard scales, claws, and a tail.

This creature looked at its right hand, eyes surprised, then a smile appeared.

Then, it quickly left.

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Ten thousand meters in the air.

Gwen tightly held onto the man in front of her.

She looked down, below was a continuous sea of clouds stretching for who knows how many kilometers.

The two of them passed over the sea of clouds, casting a blurry shadow on the white ocean below.

Looking at all this.

Gwen knew, she had to completely say goodbye to her previous life.

The experiences of these past two days, for her, were truly earth-shaking.

Family and friends died.

New York became a thing of the past.

Now she was ten thousand meters in the air.

And the murderer of her father and friends, still unknown where he was.

Now the only one who could give her a chance to personally take revenge, was the man she was tightly holding onto.

After a moment.

Azul landed with Gwen in a primeval forest.

Their arrival startled a large flock of birds.

"Alright, you can let go now." Azul gently patted the girl's back.

Gwen then let go, stepping back two steps.

Looking somewhat scared at Azul.

They were far from the city.

If he wanted to do something.

She couldn't resist at all.

Suddenly.

She saw an injector appear in Azul's hand.

She had no idea where this man had taken the injector from.

In fact.

Azul had opened the store, and exchanged 60 'Dim Essences' for the [NK Gene Modification Serum. Black Widow].

"Keeping old Osborn alive cost me 50 'Dim Essences'."

"Now spending another 60, I hope this harvest is worth my investment."

Azul looked up, beckoned Gwen to come over.

Then handed her the injector.

"Injecting the serum inside, you will gain superhuman strength, and awaken the ability to manipulate all 'threads' in the world."

"Only then, you might, just might, have a slight chance to take revenge on that man."

Gwen took the injector, looked at Azul.

Since she had come this far.

"I believe you."

"Can you tell me your name?" the girl asked.

"John."

"Alright, Mr. John."

"Thank you for everything you've done for me."

After saying this, Gwen gave herself an injection in the arm.

After pushing the serum into her body, the injector fell to the ground, the girl let out a moan, kneeling on the ground.

The gene modification had begun.

This process was not pleasant.

So Azul had brought her here.

Letting Gwen adapt to the pain brought by the gene modification herself, Azul flew up to a towering tree.

Sitting on a branch, taking out a phone.

He released a stream of information from his fingertips, injecting it into the phone, using the phone's wireless network.

Invaded the internet of this world.

After a moment, using the 'Information Domination' ability, Azul stole all the surveillance footage from the containment camp.

Pulled up the footage about Martin, then using his 'Quantum Sub-brain' ability.

Integrated this information, these images.

Thus from a more comprehensive, more detailed angle.

Replayed the entire process of Martin from appearing at the camp to leaving.

In less than 1 second.

The powerful computing power of the 'Quantum Sub-brain' had already allowed Azul to analyze some of Martin's situation.

"No bio-force field, otherwise his star-spangled cape and battle suit wouldn't have been damaged."

"Not fast enough, otherwise Peter Parker wouldn't have dodged his attacks so easily."

"Still at the 'Cyclops' stage, but the attack pattern has changed."

"Also, the eyes might be his weakness, otherwise he wouldn't need to close his eyes to deflect the helmet fragments."

"Overall, this guy's 'point allocation' direction should be different from mine."

"Or rather, his strength doesn't lie in his innate talents."

"But somewhere else?"

"His current location."

"Hmm, found it."

Azul took out his phone, dialed a set of numbers.

Soon, Norman Osborn's voice came through the phone: "Mr. John?"

"It's me."

Azul smiled: "Tell the Department of Defense, you've found the guy who destroyed New York."

"His location is..."

In the forest.

Gwen lay on a rock.

Her clothes were soaked with sweat.

The girl's body glistened with oil.

She looked like she had just been fished out of water.

The soaked shirt clung to her body, outlining her youthful curves.

She had completed the transformation.

Her originally black skin turned back to fair, the fangs in her mouth retracted into her gums, the red light in her eyes faded.

Now, she had turned back into that seventeen-year-old high school girl.

After a while, Gwen stood up.

She felt completely different.

She was filled with strength all over, Gwen had a feeling, she seemed to be able to control the strength of every muscle.

Able to do things she never dared to imagine before.

She could clearly hear the sound of small insects burrowing through leaves far underground, she could distinguish every different smell in the air.

She could see the veins on a leaf several kilometers away, her sense of touch had become more sensitive.

She was like reborn.

She had gained a new life.

Gwen closed her eyes, feeling this brand new world.

Then.

A vine next to her twisted, then more and more vines twisted.

They wove into a large net.

The threads of her clothes, each thread seemed to have its own will.

They decomposed and rewove, changing the style of Gwen's clothes.

Under the grass, earthworms crawled out, they wriggled, arranging into letters, forming words.

Finally, near Gwen, spots of light flickered and moved.

Because the light passing through the gaps in the leaves was twisting, refracting, flickering!

This was the ability to control 'threads'.

In this world, anything involving the concept of 'threads'.

Gwen could control, could dominate, could utilize!

Azul, who was slowly descending, saw Gwen weaving a vine shadow with vines, for herself to sit on.

She concentrated the sunlight onto herself, making her look like an angel descending.

At the same time drying the moisture on her clothes.

She opened her eyes, at this moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Does it feel great?"

"Do you feel like you can do anything?"

Azul's voice sounded.

Indeed immersed in this feeling, Gwen suddenly felt like she had been doused with a bucket of cold water, coming back to her senses.

Azul smiled: "Although it feels great, you're not the most powerful superhuman yet."

"You need to keep this in mind."

"Next, what you need to do is familiarize yourself with your body's functions, and the ability to control 'threads'."

"You need to explore, maximize the use of this talent of yours, and also use a bit more imagination."

"For example, you can try controlling the blood vessels, even the nerves inside a living body, they also belong to the concept of 'threads', don't they?"

Azul's words seemed to open a door to a new world for Gwen.

The girl's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement, nodding repeatedly.

At this moment.

Azul threw something over.

Gwen caught it.

It was a mask.

A red mask with white patterns forming a grid.

The eye cover was white, with a black border around it.

"This..." Gwen couldn't help but look up at the man who had given her a new life.

Azul, with arms crossed, said: "You don't want to be recognized when taking action, do you?"

"After all, you have a mother, two younger brothers."

"You don't want to bring disaster to your family, do you?"

"If you don't want to implicate your loved ones, wear it."

"Also, you'd better come up with a code name for yourself."

"What I gave you is the 'Black Widow Gene Serum', Black Widow is the name of a spider."

"Perhaps, you can call yourself 'Spider-Man'?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then accepted this code name.

Azul then handed over something he had taken from Peter Parker's corpse to Gwen.

Gwen took it, it turned out to be two web shooters.

"This is?"

Azul said: "This was taken from Peter Parker's hands, you've seen how he used this thing to fight enemies."

"It can shoot webs, very suitable for your abilities, isn't it?"

"Moreover, it represents Peter Parker's beliefs."

"I think, you would like it."

Remembering her classmate, Gwen's eyes moistened.

She nodded: "Yes, I like it very much."

"Thank you, Mr. John."

After saying this, she put the web shooters on her hands.

Then tried them out.

After mastering their use.

She put on the original Spider-Man mask.

Thus, Gwen Spider-Man was born.

"Feels like creating history, quite a marvelous feeling." Azul said softly, then signaled Gwen to come over, they had to go.

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"This is Coyote 1."

"We are approaching the target location, please instruct the next step of action."

A fully armed team, using various obstacles as cover, quietly sneaked towards a warehouse deep in the town.

But at this moment, two deep red beams suddenly shot out from the warehouse.

It swept across.

Most of the town's buildings were as if sliced by a sharp long knife, shook, then slid apart.

At the same time, the heads of this team of soldiers were also cut off.

The team leader's radio communicator sounded with an exasperated voice.

"Coyote 1 is wiped out!"

"Coyote 1 is wiped out!"

"The enemy has discovered us, attack!"

"Vulture, you are authorized to use lethal force!"

After a moment.

The sky roared.

Fighter jets flew in from the distance, forming a formation, firing missiles at the inconspicuous warehouse on the ground.

The missiles whistled away, hitting the target one after another, causing earth-shattering explosions.

The flames continuously rose, under the scorching sun, like a volcanic eruption, sending the pillar of fire tens of meters into the sky.

In the midst of the soaring flames, a figure suddenly shot out.

Breaking through the flames, suddenly landing on the cockpit of a fighter jet.

In that fighter jet, the pilot screamed in terror: "The enemy has appeared!"

"He's right outside my cockpit."

"What, outside the cockpit, how is that possible?" The command center's voice sounded in disbelief over the communicator.

But at this moment, the pilot saw the man on the fighter jet grin, then reach into the cockpit.

The pilot shouted: "Command center, I'm ejecting."

He immediately pressed the ejection button, his seat ejected from the plane, reaching mid-air.

But he saw the man on the plane give a strong kick, the fighter jet then fell to the ground like a big bird.

The man then soared into the sky, shooting lasers from his eyes.

The pilot screamed, his brain pierced by the laser, dying in mid-air.

Then the parachute opened, carrying his corpse floating to the ground.

Martin smiled.

Then flashed towards another fighter jet.

In just a moment, this aerial formation was completely wiped out.

"Damn it!"

In a military base's command center.

The commander took off his headphones, covering his face, watching the screen as planes fell to the ground one after another.

He roared: "Attack!"

"Let the ground forces launch a full-scale assault, conduct saturation bombing!"

"Bring that bastard down!"

Immediately, outside the town, tanks and armored vehicles drove out from their hiding places.

Gun barrels raised, aiming at Martin in mid-air, firing shells.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sky continuously exploded with fireballs, the sound of intense explosions resounding.

The sky seemed to be putting on a fireworks display.

Fireballs rose one after another.

Then, teams of soldiers rushed out.

From the sky, they looked like lines of ants, quickly filling the ground.

The soldiers raised various individual combat weapons.

Rifles, shoulder-fired rocket launchers, even anti-aircraft machine guns.

Frantically firing at the sky.

Countless shells, bullets rubbing against the air formed lines of fire, chasing the black figure in mid-air.

In this dense offensive, Martin dived down.

He suddenly crashed into a tank.

That tank was immediately sent flying, the body deformed, like a crushed can.

The soldiers inside were crushed into pulp by the deformed body.

Martin laughed heartily, eyes shooting lasers, sweeping around.

Several armored vehicles were immediately cut open, hundreds of soldiers were cut into several pieces.

Martin then leaped into mid-air, withstanding the artillery fire, landing on a tank.

He grabbed the tank's gun barrel, lifting the entire vehicle, then using the tank like a fly swatter, cleaning up the battlefield.

Thus, wherever this tank swept, it always left a trail of bloody, mangled corpses on the ground.

After a moment, that tank was already covered in a large amount of bloody mud.

Finally, Martin threw the tank, smashing it onto another tank.

In the military base's command center.

The commander watched Martin wreaking havoc on the battlefield, his whole body trembling.

How could such an enemy be defeated?

When the casualty count exceeded half.

The commander finally admitted his defeat.

"Retreat."

He slumped down.

As if he had lost all strength.

On the town's battlefield.

The armored vehicles and soldiers retreated.

But Martin chased after them.

Although his speed wasn't that exaggerated, he still ran faster than the armored vehicles.

Rushing and crashing, lasers sweeping.

In the end, only one or two out of ten could escape.

Standing on this blood-soaked battlefield.

Martin grinned, then took out a thick, black-covered book.

Martin opened it, and let the book float in mid-air.

The book floating in mid-air, from its pages scattered sparks.

From the page seams flowed wisps of illusory, sticky black liquid.

It was filled with the meaning of death and depravity.

It was filled with the aura of darkness and evil.

Then from this book, scattered wisps of black aura.

It spread across the battlefield.

Seeping into those corpses, that flesh.

After a moment.

Those corpses, that flesh all trembled.

After a while, the corpses stood up, staggering, walking towards Martin.

The flesh swelled up, forming flesh cocoons.

Then the cocoons broke open, from inside came out monsters with rotting flesh.

Corpses and monsters filled the battlefield, kneeling around Martin.

These things raised their heads, seemingly looking up at Martin.

But if one looked closely, they would find, they were looking up at the black book in front of Martin.

As if that black book was their dominator!

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