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He shook the banknotes in his hand as if he were holding some proud trophy.

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"It's not praiseworthy to come to me at this time, Norman."

Mu Feng, who returned to the office on the top floor, looked at the visiting Norman Osborne, poured a glass of Soma's divine wine into his cup, and said lightly

"Everything is ready, sir." Norman said respectfully

"Ready? Oh... you mean that little spider?" Mu Feng touched his chin and shrugged.

"Seriously, if you just want to get back at him, do you need to wait this long?"

Superheroes, especially a guy like Spider-Man whose heroic identity is separated from his real identity, can be said to have lost half the battle once his true identity is exposed.

Both Gwen Stacy and Aunt May are Spidey's huge weaknesses. For people like Norman, threatening Peter with these two guys has no psychological burden at all.

Mu Feng wanted to see if Little Spider could get the answers he wanted about TVA, but it didn't matter even if he couldn't get them. After all, to put it bluntly, Peter Parker's plot status in the Marvel Cinematic Universe is... dispensable.

In fact, even without his long established time flow, there will not be any huge fundamental changes. He was chosen just because the identity of Spider-Man can always be linked to time and space travel.

"If it's just a simple revenge, it would be effortless and meaningless!"

Norman sneered and clenched his fists, his eyes full of resentment.

"I want that kid to pay for the actions of his parents! Not only do I want him to die! I also want him to be unable to exist in this world in every sense!"

Mu Feng was noncommittal. Although Norman's behavior was despicable and his purpose was probably despicable, in terms of motivation, there was really nothing to accuse him of.

After all, a drug that was heavily invested and relied on as a last-ditch life-saving straw was stolen in the name of justice. If this kind of thing happened to anyone, it would make anyone want to kill that guy's whole family.

"So...how are you doing, Green Goblin?"

Mufeng sat back in his seat, picked up the crystal wine glass and looked at Norman with a smile.

"The situation... is good."

Norman had a malicious and amused smile on his face. The next moment, his skin turned green, his ears elongated, and his eyes turned a strange dark yellow.

Just like his name, it seems as if he has really turned into a (Green Goblin)

But compared to the Green Goblin who relies on equipment, this version of Norman is obviously closer to the inhuman version of the Green Goblin in Ultimate Universe 1610.

The monster cell enhancement that Norman received only turned him into a tiger-level monster, but that was nothing. As a monster, he also had his own type of enhanced and specialized abilities.

That is the mimicry ability like Mystique.

As long as you get part of the DNA of the person being imitated, you can imitate the appearance of others, from fingerprints to pupils, and even some of their special abilities. It can be said that it is very powerful and has the ability to disguise.

There is nothing more reassuring than a bad and troublesome bastard who is actually from his side, and it is impossible for this bastard to imitate Mu Feng's DNA even if he wanted to.

Because to be honest, Mu Feng himself didn't know how much of his DNA was still human.

The strengthening of spiritual energy not only changed his soul, but also his body must have undergone tremendous changes in order to adapt to this change.

If this bastard were bold enough to imitate Mu Feng, he would immediately blow himself up on the spot due to genetic adaptation issues. Even if he didn't, his weirdo cells came from Mu Feng, and his life, death and thinking never belonged to him.

After eating that weird cell, he was nothing more than Mu Feng's tool.

"So how is your son, Harry?"

"The situation is going well, sir." Norman recovered his appearance and smiled.

"The weirdo cell you gave Harry is really special. Harry still maintains his appearance until now, but... he has really begun to awaken the ability you mentioned."

"Really? That's really exciting." Mu Feng crossed his fingers and smiled.

"I'm really looking forward to what kind of X abilities Harry will awaken and show me..."

There are no X-Men, no mutants, no Xavier Academy for the Gifted in this world, and naturally there will be no wall hangings like Magneto and Professor X.

But even so, the genes of humans in this world are still composed of the Cosmic God Group, and the humans on earth in this world are still the experimental subjects of the Cosmic God Group.

There is an invisible X gene in everyone's body, and the interesting part is here. After the results of a large-scale sampling survey, Mu Feng discovered that although everyone in the world has the X gene in their body, they are all hereditary. Stealth sequence of sequences.

This also means that people in this world will always be the tragedy of having treasures but being unable to open them themselves.

There may still be guys from the Time Crisis Management Bureau behind this to disrupt the situation. After all, if you really want to exclude the plot of

Maybe there is Magneto and Professor X in this world, but in this world they are just Eric and Charles, just 'ordinary people'

There is no way to find out the history of this part, but for Mu Feng, this is undoubtedly a very suitable research topic for him.

Just like the original study of the blood factors of local humans in the pirate world to obtain the secret sources of local 'supermen' and 'devil fruits', the X gene is also the biggest secret of humans in the Marvel world in a sense.

All superpowers come from the gift of the X gene, and the abilities may be large or small, strong or weak. Obviously they start with the same genes, some can shake the universe, while others can only light smoke.

The first step of Mu Feng's experiment was very simple. He used weird cells that attached, changed and stimulated DNA to interfere with the recessive X gene and forcefully turn on and stimulate the occurrence of the X gene.

This process will cause the fundamental ability of the monster cells to transform humans into monsters to be greatly weakened. The eater will not be able to transform into a monster, and accordingly will have a certain chance of turning on his or her X gene.

Mu Feng is also looking forward to what will happen after he creates a large number of mutants in this world.

"So, how long do I have to wait to see the show you're talking about?"

"It won't take long, my lord." Norman smiled and raised his glass.

"Just wait until the day of the fair."

40.The origin of humankind

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Vodice, stealing and robbery are celebrated in this country."

Wednesday held a business card and a huge fruit basket in the other hand, chattering to Banner who was wearing a hand-sewn suit.

"That was ancient Greece in the past." Banner retorted weakly.

Perhaps Greece is really the source of Western civilization. Leaving aside things like the pan-cooking system, the Western sons of Greece must have inherited the greatest tradition of their fathers.

That is the worship of pirates and robbers.

Among the great heroes of Greek mythology, nine out of ten of you will be considered a robber or a thief or something else. Paris will still be regarded as a hero when he steals Helen, the wife of Agamemnon. And the most famous one is The Argo was simply filled with a shipload of pirates.

"This is the same even in Greece now and in the world today."

Wednesday said lightly

"Civilization is just our disguise. There is no difference between human beings and other creatures in the stars. We are all beasts, covered in the cloak of civilization, but in essence, we are still beasts."

During the conversation, they had arrived at a small house that looked inconspicuous. Wednesday coughed and gently opened the door.

"I'm coming!"

The voice coming from behind the door was that of an ordinary-sounding housewife, and the person who opened the door and walked out was indeed an ordinary middle-aged housewife wearing an apron and a chef's hat.

Banner had a hard time judging how she looked because he couldn't describe it. This is a woman who looks very ordinary, but there seems to be something strange about her. When you look at her seriously, no adjectives seem to be able to describe her accurately.

If I have to say it, this woman is like a mist, colorless and formless, filled with smoke and dust.

"long time no see!"

Wednesday saw the woman enthusiastically wanting to hug her, but the latter was stunned for a moment, and then pushed away Wednesday very coldly.

"What are you doing here? You're not welcome here."

"Really?" Wednesday laughed.

"Then maybe I should visit you in the orphanage in New York, Pallas."

"What do you want to drink? Black tea? Beer? Wine? Or a little brandy."

"Thank you, a glass of water will be fine."

Banna, who was welcomed into the room by the woman, said with some restraint that this woman named Pallas was not very friendly to Wednesday, but she was very friendly to Banner.

"Give me mead, I don't want this product of fermented fruit."

Wednesday looked at the red wine in front of him with dissatisfaction. There was no doubt that this was definitely the best of the best. Even without the false packaging of those so-called famous wineries, it could still sell for a huge price in the market.

"We don't have the mead you want here. You should go find it yourself in the barrels of Grenhel's fleet." Pallas said coldly.

"You are really rude to a visitor - you see, I brought you a gift that you like."

Wednesday lifted the fruit basket in his hand, but Pallas took it and threw it directly into the trash can.

"I have received too many olives, too many to count over the years." Pallas said expressionlessly.

"I said in the days of Agamemnon that I did not want an olive in my tribute!"

"Then what gift should I give you?" Wednesday shrugged and said in a teasing tone.

"Either I give you an owl, a bowl of snake soup? Or a spindle?"

"I don't need all the things you said." Pallas glanced at Banner and said in a gentle tone.

"Of course, if you give me a gift that I really need and that I like, then I can hear what you want."

"No, no, no, not Wodis, Wodis can't give it to you." Wednesday shook his finger.

"I know you will like him. You are always happy for these human beings with endless potential. But Vodis can't do it. He has a more important mission."

Banner, who was suddenly involved in the conversation and became the center of the conversation, was a little confused. He still doesn't quite understand the mystery of Wednesday.

"Then get out of here after drinking this glass of wine." Pallas glanced at Wednesday coldly, then turned and returned to the kitchen.

"Don't worry, Vodis. Pallas is just a teacher who likes to train promising young people." Wednesday explained to the weird-looking Banner.

"And she is indeed a very good teacher. Those uncut gems can always shine brightly in her hands. Of course, they must undergo enough hard polishing and testing."

"So, when are we going to find the person you mentioned?" Banner said softly.

Although this short journey had subverted his world view several times, Banner still remembered his purpose of following Wednesday.

Go find the bastard who crashed the plane and punch him in the face!

"Patience, be patient, Pallas will take us to find him." Wednesday smiled.

Pallas soon returned, only this time she was holding a rolling pin, as if she was using it as a weapon.

"If you don't leave, I will expel you!" Pallas said expressionlessly.

"It doesn't matter if you're not hospitable, but we always have accounts to settle." Old God Wednesday said thoughtfully

"While the master here is away, I came to visit you, but Pallas, your father greeted me like that. I'm curious, is he really planning to start a war?"

Pallas was silent for a moment, put away the rolling pin and said with a cold expression.

"You might as well go see him yourself."

"Yes, I also want to see my old friend, but the problem is - how should I find him?" Wednesday spread his hands.

"He may be in the ocean, on the top of a mountain, or in the sea of ​​clouds - of course, he is more likely to stay in a woman's bed."

"...This is his business card."

Pallas, who seemed to be unable to bear it, threw a business card to Wednesday, and Wednesday, who took the business card, smiled happily and left the place happily with Vodis.

"Bruce Banner." Paras suddenly said

Banner's expression changed after his real name was called, but Paras then softly said

"If I were you, stay away from the bastard next to you! I don't know what he wants to plan, but if you follow him, sooner or later you will want to kill him."

"She's telling the truth, Vodis."

Wednesday looked at Banner and said without hesitation

"If you continue to follow me, sooner or later you will definitely want to kill me. But until then, even when you want to kill me, you will follow me willingly."

Pallas did not refute, because the truth cannot be refuted. A bastard worth following, a bastard who is sought after, liked, and able to get people what they want.

Banner hesitated in front of the doorframe, but in the end, he followed Wednesday and left the apartment.

"Who is she?" Banner finally couldn't help but ask after leaving the apartment.

"She has a lot of names," Wednesday laughed.

"Mistress, protector of war and victory, supreme craftsman, great maiden, source of engineering. Her name means heart and divine wisdom, and I call her a name that means dancing and spear-wielding. Her devotees She does not go to war on the seventh day of the month, her messenger is the owl with an olive branch in its mouth, her guardian is the serpent, she is the tomb of heroes, and the greatest city in Greece is named after her.”

"she is……"

"Yes, she is the name you thought of."

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"What kind of thing is a god?"

Facing Casillas's question, Modu, who was looking through the magic book, was silent for a moment, closed the book and took out another one next to it.