Chapter 1: I Am Harry
"Harry, Harry!"
"Huh?" The young man in the car finally woke up, glancing at the person beside him, realizing he was being called.
"Harry, welcome home," said Bernard Houseman, the middle-aged man next to him.
"Hmm..." The young man responded lightly, barely glancing at him, instead focusing on the house before him—old and familiar, yet somehow strange.
A servant opened the car door, and another opened the front door of the house.
The young man followed Bernard up the stairs. After turning a few corners, they arrived at a long corridor with a room at the end.
"The room is a bit dark, but sometimes it's better that way," Bernard remarked as he entered first.
The young man followed, feeling a strange familiarity with these scenes. As they entered the room, he saw someone lying on the bed through the curtain. He walked forward, sitting down involuntarily. The person on the bed had a sickly green tint to their skin, terrifying in the dim light, yet the young man felt a surge of inexplicable anger toward this dying man.
"I didn't expect to go out like this," Norman Osborn said with a self-mocking smile.
"Looking at my son now feels like looking at a stranger," he added, turning his head to face the young man.
"Harry, you have a bright future ahead of you, but you were too smart for your own good and rejected it," Norman Osborn said, his voice tinged with regret.
"Enough! You sent me to boarding school when I was 11, gave me a bottle of whiskey for my 16th birthday, or rather, your assistant did—I suspect it was the latter since the card read, 'Sincerely, Norman Osborn,'" the young man retorted angrily, his voice filled with years of pent-up resentment.
"I don't expect your forgiveness, never again." Norman Osborn raised his upper body with difficulty, his voice trembling.
"Guess what? I don't believe in miracles," Norman Osborn said harshly.
"Do you understand that your childhood was sacrificed, not just for my benefit, but for yours as well?" Norman Osborn continued, as though trying to justify his actions.
But beneath it all, he was still a father who cared for his son. "Has your hand started to twitch?" he asked, eyeing the young man's hand.
The young man flinched, gripping his left hand tightly with his right, aware of the secret his body held.
Seeing his reaction, Norman's gaze sharpened, his blue eyes cutting into the young man's like daggers. "When you lie awake at night, the thing hidden under your skin is ready to reveal itself at any moment, exposing your true nature," he said sharply.
The young man shuddered.
Norman Osborn wasn't surprised by his reaction. He lay back down, his tone calm as he said, "Accelerated cellular degeneration—I never told you, but it's a genetic disease, a curse of the Osborn family."
Norman's eyes locked onto the young man's face. "It started at your age."
"Give me your hand," Norman Osborn demanded, extending his hand.
"The most important legacy I leave you is not the Osborn Group, but this—my life's work. It's everything I've done to keep myself alive," Norman said, placing a small cube into the young man's hand.
"I hope you can finish what I couldn't," Norman Osborn said, though his voice lacked hope.
The young man didn't care about his tone; the cube in his hand was his only hope, his chance at survival.
The young man clutched the cube tightly and left the old house.
"From today, I am Harry Osborn," Harry thought to himself.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong."
Three times, a cold voice echoed in Harry's mind.
"The host has met the recognition criteria. System recognition begins."
"One percent... 20 percent... 40 percent... 60 percent... 80 percent... 100 percent. Master recognition successful, system initializing."
"Default host: Harry Osborn."
"Hmm!" Harry stopped, his body stiffening, eyes wide as he murmured, "Is this my cheat system?"
"What's wrong, Harry?" Bernard Houseman, noticing the sudden stop, turned around to ask.
"Nothing," Harry replied, calming his racing heart. "Let's go."
Without glancing at Bernard, Harry mentally commanded, "System." There was no response.
He tried again, "Activate system."
"Ding dong, system activated."
After Harry confirmed the system activation, a colorless and transparent screen appeared before him. He glanced at the attendant behind him, who nodded slightly, confirming that the system was invisible to anyone but him.
The screen followed Harry's line of sight, not obstructing his view. It could be moved at will, but this feature was unnecessary at the moment.
Focusing back on the screen, Harry read:
**Host:** Unique, cannot be changed. If the host is not destroyed, the system will not be destroyed. If the host dies, the system dies.
*Note: This message appears only once.*
Below that, it read:
**System Function:** Input
**Explanation:** The system can input (except for living objects) all items and abilities.
*Note: This message appears only once.*
In the middle of the screen:
**Host Name:** Harry Osborn
**Age:** 21 years old
**Physical Condition:** Unhealthy (only shows healthy and unhealthy)
**Ability:** Mental Rage (affects self, currently dormant), Body Alienation (caused by immutable genes)
**Item:** Casual suit (poor quality)
At the bottom of the screen, large characters read:
**Immutable Law:** Equivalent Exchange (Automatic Evaluation by the System)
"Ding dong, the system is converting."
A white light flashed on the screen, and Harry's image changed drastically.
The screen was divided into two sections: a small section at the top with the words "Equivalent Exchange" in bold letters, and two larger sections below.
On the left side:
**Host Name:** Harry Osborn
**Age:** 21 years old
**Physical Condition:** Unhealthy (only shows healthy and unhealthy)
**Ability:** Mental Rage (affects self, currently dormant) (20), Body Alienation (caused by immutable genes) (20)
**Item:** Casual suit (poor quality) (0)
On the right side, it read:
**Available Exchange Points:** 40
Below it, two abilities were listed vertically:
- **Mental Rage (affects self, currently dormant) (20)**
- **Body Alienation (caused by immutable genes) (20)**
Nothing else was listed.
Between the two sections was a large, double-headed arrow.
Harry quickly understood the system's function. The two-way arrow meant items could be exchanged both ways, but the left side was more flexible. Unneeded abilities or items could be stored temporarily, converting them into points. For example, Mental Rage could be exchanged for 20 points, which could then be used to obtain abilities or items listed on the right.
"Perfect," Harry thought, eager to undo the damage plaguing his body.
"Hmm! Wait, haha! I think I've found a better solution," Harry said to himself, delighted by his discovery.
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Chapter 2: Entry Method
As Harry approached the car, Duncan, the middle-aged man, opened the door for him personally. Harry slid in naturally.
"There's a meeting this afternoon that you must attend," Duncan leaned in and urged, "It's about the transfer of assets from the Osborn Group."
"Oh?" Harry turned his gaze away, a slight smile playing on his lips. He stared at Duncan with an intensity that made the man uncomfortable. "I don't have time this afternoon. Let's postpone it to eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
With a bang, Harry pulled the car door shut.
"Drive," he instructed the driver, ignoring the grim look on Duncan's face.
The car sped away, leaving Duncan behind, hopping mad.
"Bastard! How dare that brat try to boss me around? He doesn't know his place!" Duncan cursed, shaking his fist angrily.
Harry, of course, didn't know about this, but even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. He had already anticipated the inevitable confrontation.
It was already night, and the bright moon hung in the sky, stars twinkling above.
Harry had arrived at the hotel where he was temporarily staying and locked himself in the room alone.
He sat by the window, staring down at the crowd below, who seemed like ants from his vantage point. He was lost in thought, unaware that he had missed both lunch and dinner.
Clang—
A sound snapped Harry out of his daze. He looked down and saw that the object Norman Osborn had given him had fallen to the floor.
"Huh—" He exhaled deeply, bending down to pick it up.
"Heh, no more dwelling on the past. Everything will start anew," Harry murmured to himself, bidding farewell to everything that no longer belonged to him.
How long the night stretched, Harry wouldn't know. But one thing he did know was that when he woke up the next morning, he would be Harry Osborn.
Early the next morning, Harry arrived at the old Osborn family mansion, where the meeting was to be held.
Norman Osborn had spent his life desperately trying to prolong it, using both legitimate and underhanded means. Yet, death came as expected, even though he owned a vast empire spanning pharmaceuticals, energy, biotechnology, and more.
Although it wasn't yet eight o'clock, as the new head of Osborn Enterprises—worth a staggering 200 billion—arriving early was a necessary gesture.
Harry sat at the head of the conference table, resting his head on one hand while glancing at the wrist of the other. The clock's hour hand kept ticking, five minutes until eight.
After a while, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor reached Harry's ears. Huh? There was also the crisp sound of high heels.
Everyone took their seats, except for the girl at the back. All eyes were on Harry.
"Harry, the Osborn Group has been under scrutiny due to the incident with Dr. Connors," Duncan began.
"Dr. Connors, the mad scientist who wanted to turn all New Yorkers into giant lizards," Harry said with great interest, eyeing Duncan. This Duncan can't wait to try and challenge me, showing his true colors right away, Harry thought to himself.
"Yes," Duncan said, meeting Harry's gaze. "So we've halted all cross-species projects involving Dr. Connors."
"Oh—this is typical of Osborn's way of doing things, discarding anything or anyone who becomes inconvenient," Harry said sarcastically.
"Now, the blame may fall on you, and we believe deflection is your best option," Duncan said, turning his head to look at everyone before focusing on Harry again.
Duncan clearly wanted Harry to give the impression that he was unwilling to take responsibility, but Harry wasn't about to fall into that trap. "It's fine. I'll handle it," Harry said with a smile.
Seeing the skeptical expressions around the room, Harry chuckled. "Do you really think Norman Osborn would leave a company worth 200 billion to a kid in his twenties? What do you think he was thinking?" Harry scanned the room, but when no one answered, his smile vanished. He slammed his hands on the table and said seriously, "Whether or not he was mad is up to him, but if you are mad, then leave Osborn Enterprises. What you need to remember is that I, Harry Osborn, am the one who can decide your fate. I, Harry Osborn, am the owner of the Osborn Group." The last sentence was directed at Duncan.
"Harry—" Duncan called out with a fake smile.
"Call me Mr. Osborn," Harry interrupted.
"We're not friends," Harry said, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Duncan frowned and lowered his head.
"Hi," Harry greeted the girl at the back. Everyone turned to look at her.
She seemed lost in thought, but when the room fell silent, she slowly turned her head to look at Harry.
"Are you Father's assistant?" Harry asked.
"Hmm," the girl nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Felicia."
"Felicia, a good name," Harry thought.
"You will all listen to her from now on, because she listens to me," Harry ordered.
"Any questions?" Harry asked. Someone raised a pen as if to speak but then put it down again. In the end, no one said anything.
"Very well, your jobs are secure," Harry said with satisfaction.
Suddenly, an attendant entered, walked up to Harry, leaned over, and said, "Sir, there's a man named Peter Parker outside who wishes to see you."
At the mention of the name, Harry's hand trembled, and the pen in his hand fell to the table with a snap.
"Ahem," Harry cleared his throat and said to Felicia, "Felicia, bring me all the reports on the cross-species hybridization project. Make sure you get every single one, especially those concerning lizards and spiders."
Harry stood up, ready to leave in a hurry, but suddenly remembered something. He turned back to Felicia and added, "No matter how old they are." With that, Harry left.
Peter Parker had come to the Osborn mansion after hearing the news of Harry's return and Norman's death. Arriving unannounced, he felt a bit awkward. Childhood friendships were simple, but they deepened over time.
"Peter Parker, I can't believe it's really you," Harry said, his words carrying a double meaning.
"Hi! Harry!" Peter, relieved by Harry's surprised tone, stepped forward to hug him.
Harry was genuinely surprised because, the moment he saw Peter, the system screen automatically appeared, showing:
**Name:** Peter Parker
**Age:** 20 years old
**Physical Condition:** Healthy
**Abilities:** Spider Sense (50), Wall-Crawling (30), Enhanced Strength (30)
**Item:** Spider Suit (10)
What excited Harry the most was the following prompt: **Do you wish to record the abilities and items of the individual in front of you?**
"Yes, yes!" Harry exclaimed inwardly.
"Entry successful. The host currently has no points and cannot obtain abilities or items. You may try to obtain them once you have accrued points."
With a "ding," the screen disappeared.
"Nice to see you, Peter." Harry hugged his best friend, genuinely pleased.
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Chapter 3: Dealing with Duncan
Harry Osborn walked out of the old Osborne family mansion with Peter Parker, reminiscing about their childhood memories. Naturally, it was Peter doing the talking while Harry listened. Harry explained that he had lost his memory due to an accident. Peter, ever the kind-hearted friend, believed him without question. After all, even with amnesia, Harry still remembered Peter, and anyone would find that reassuring. So, to help Harry regain his memories, Peter kept chatting.
"Peter, how are things going for you now? Do you have a girlfriend?" Harry asked teasingly.
"Uh, well, yes," Peter replied, a bit embarrassed.
"Oh! I can't believe it. Peter Parker, the bookworm, has a girlfriend?" Harry said, exaggerating his surprise.
"Her name is Gwen, Gwen Stacy. She's an intern at your company," Peter admitted.
"And you?" Peter asked.
"No, you know, I've been abroad, attending boarding school," Harry replied with a wry smile. Norman Osborn was never much of a father, after all.
"I know, but I did read about your fling with a French supermodel in the papers," Peter joked, noticing Harry's somber expression.
Harry laughed heartily. He realized how much he had missed having a friend like Peter.
As they continued walking, they reached the river. Harry picked up a stone and threw it, but it barely made a sound before sinking. His body was indeed weak.
Peter picked up a stone as well and skipped it across the water, creating a beautiful chain of ripples.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, genuinely impressed by Peter's skill. Even though he knew Peter was Spider-Man, seeing it in person was still surprising.
"Aha, just a trick of the wrist," Peter tried to play it off, but his awkward expression betrayed him.
"What do you think of Spider-Man?" Peter quickly changed the subject.
"Well," Harry paused to think before answering, "I agree with his intent to do good, but I don't see much benefit in it." Harry wasn't someone who would selflessly give up everything for others. If he ever became a superhero, he wouldn't tolerate the nonsense from the media or authorities.
"Ah," Peter mumbled, unsure how to respond. Still, he was happy that his friend supported his cause. It gave him confidence, especially when he was feeling down about Gwen.
"Oh, Peter, I should get going," Harry said, glancing at his watch. It was already 1:00 PM.
"You know, I've just taken over the Osborne Group, and there are a lot of things I need to handle," Harry explained, sounding apologetic.
"Go ahead, I'm fine," Peter replied, not wanting Harry to feel awkward.
"Alright, say hi to Aunt May for me," Harry said as he hurried off. He suddenly realized that his priority should be securing his position as the leader of the Osborne Group. And to do that, he needed to get rid of Duncan.
Harry noticed the black SUV parked nearby and sneered. Duncan had been watching him closely, but he couldn't let that continue. He needed to act fast. With Max now turned into Electro, and the previous biological experiments, these two issues alone could bring Duncan down.
The Osborne Building was one of New York City's landmarks. Even though Harry wasn't familiar with the way, he found it quickly enough.
After receiving respectful greetings from the employees, Harry arrived smoothly at the chairman's office.
The box Norman had left for him contained all the secret records of the genetic experiments, as well as access to all the information from Osborne Group.
"Spider venom, spider venom," Harry muttered as he searched through the files.
"I found it, the secret laboratory, haha!" Harry discovered the lab where the spider venom was stored, located just beneath the Osborne Group building.
"And the incident involving Electro, along with his grid design file. Perfect." Everything was falling into place.
The experiment authorizations and power grid designs were all tied to Duncan.
It didn't take long for Harry to find all the necessary information.
"Now, about my illness." Harry stored all the data in a secure file and sent it to various newspapers and the New York City Police Department.
"Felicia, ask Duncan to come to my office."
"Okay, sir," Felicia replied.
Harry put down the phone and waited calmly.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Duncan knocked on the door from outside.
"Come in," Harry called out.
"Harry, what can I do for you?" Duncan asked with a smile.
Harry slowly stood up, looked Duncan in the eye, and said, "Please, call me Mr. Osborn." The smile vanished from Duncan's face.
Harry walked around his desk and handed Duncan some documents. "Take a look."
Duncan took the papers, and as he glanced at the first picture, his expression changed drastically. He quickly flipped through the rest.
"This is impossible! How did these documents end up in your hands?" Duncan asked in horror.
"There's nothing impossible about it. You, as the person in charge, didn't even notice the major flaw in your city's power supply project. The power grid design was stolen, and the designer just died in a mysterious accident yesterday. I have every reason to believe you had a hand in his death to cover up the leaks. And most importantly, Dr. Connors' experiment was entirely led by you. You are responsible for the entire project. Who should face public outrage and legal consequences?" Harry's tone was severe. He may have only met Norman Osborn once, but Norman was still his father, and it was unforgivable that Duncan tried to pin the blame on him.
"Furthermore, as the new chairman of the Osborne Group, I wasn't even aware that there was a weapon development department in the company working with the military," Harry said coolly, stepping closer to Duncan.
Cold sweat began to form on Duncan's forehead. He had used company resources to form a secret department without the chairman's knowledge, and the consequences were obvious.
"However, I do pity you for your years of service to the company and have decided to let you go," Harry said, giving Duncan a glimmer of hope, but only to serve his own purpose.
Seeing Duncan relax a bit, Harry continued, "But there's one condition. I want you to hand over the password to the underground laboratory."
"Huh—" Duncan wiped the sweat from his brow. "Alright, as long as you let me go."
After handing over the password, Duncan hurriedly left. Harry smirked in disdain. Duncan wouldn't give up easily; he was certain that assassination attempts and "accidents" would follow in the coming days. But Harry had no intention of letting him go. The moment Duncan walked out of the building, he would be met by reporters, the police, and possibly a court summons.
The passage to the underground laboratory was accessible only by Harry's private elevator. After entering the password, the elevator began its slow descent.
A dark green light gradually filled the space as the laboratory appeared before Harry's eyes.
Harry immediately spotted the glass case housing the Green Goblin armor and rushed over to open it. Rows of vials containing spider venom were lined up inside.
"What a beautiful temptation," Harry said, gazing at the crystal-clear liquid in the test tube.
Without further hesitation, Harry filled a syringe with the venom, took off his suit, and then his shirt.
He clenched his left fist twice before inserting the needle into his vein, injecting the venom into his body, bit by bit.
"Ah! Ah—"
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Chapter 4: Obtaining All Spider Abilities
"Argh—"
The moment Harry injected the cold spider venom into his body, he cried out in pain.
The initially cold liquid boiled as soon as it entered his bloodstream, and he felt as if molten iron had been poured into him, the agony beyond words. It was only during this pain that he realized he had forgotten to put on the Green Goblin armor. Without its self-healing function, he wouldn't survive the assault of the spider venom on his body.
Luckily, though, the Goblin armor was within arm's reach.
"Ah—"
As the armor's self-healing function activated, Harry let out a sigh of relief. He had narrowly escaped death, and only this close call made him appreciate how precious life was. At the same time, he felt a powerful rage bubbling up inside him, an overwhelming urge to destroy everything in sight.
"Ding!"
The system screen appeared before him.
"Just as I thought," Harry muttered as he read the information on the screen.
- **Name:** Harry Osborn
- **Age:** 21 years old
- **Physical Condition:** Unhealthy
- **Abilities:** Rampaging (self-inflicted) (30), Body Alienation (caused by unstable genetics) (30)
- **Item:** Goblin Armor (30)
As Harry had suspected, the spider venom couldn't cure his genetic illness. Although it strengthened his body, it left him mentally unstable. But it didn't matter; he had achieved his goal.
"System, convert Rampaging and Body Alienation into points," Harry commanded.
"Ding!" "Ding!"
"Oh—" Harry groaned with relief as the discomfort in his body vanished completely. Although he felt a slight decrease in strength, his physical condition finally stabilized. His mind cleared, and the madness dissipated, a cool sensation spreading through him. The Osborn family curse was finally lifted.
- **Name:** Harry Osborn
- **Age:** 21 years old
- **Physical Condition:** Healthy
- **Ability:** None
- **Item:** Goblin Armor (30)
This was Harry's current state.
"System, obtain Peter Parker's enhanced physical abilities and wall-crawling power," Harry commanded without hesitation, driven by his deep desire for power and childhood admiration of Spider-Man.
His body grew warmer, but this time it was different—there was no pain, only a sensation of breaking free.
Harry removed the Goblin armor and wiped the sweat from his body.
"A brand new me," Harry said, feeling the contours of his newly developed eight-pack abs. His previous body had never come close to this level of fitness.
"Ha, ha—"
Harry punched the air, his movements swift and fluid. With another leap, he clung to the ceiling. The playfulness within him took over, and he began crawling everywhere—on the floor, walls, and ceiling.
After a while, Harry finally stopped. He leaned against the glass window, tilted his head, and exhaled, his breath fogging up the glass.
"What's this?" Harry noticed something in the reflection, "Rhino Armor."
He opened the window and reached out, touching the Rhino Armor.
"Ding!"
The system screen popped up again with a prompt: **Unclaimed Item Detected: Rhino Armor (30). Do you want to convert it into points?**
"Convert," Harry said. The points system was a challenge for him since his physical illness had only provided a limited number of points. Now, it seemed that obtaining points through items was an excellent method.
The Rhino Armor vanished, and Harry's points increased by thirty.
He then approached another window, inside of which were several metal tentacles. Harry grabbed them.
"Ding!"
The system prompted again: **Unclaimed Item Detected: Smart Octopus Tentacles (30). Do you want to convert them into points?**
"Convert," Harry said.
"And the last one," Harry said, grabbing a pair of metal wings.
"Ding!"
The system prompted once more: **Unclaimed Item Detected: Vulture Wings (30). Do you want to convert them into points?**
"Convert," Harry said, feeling increasingly content with each surprise.
"Ninety points, not bad," Harry nodded.
"Obtain Peter Parker's spider sense," Harry commanded, and ninety points dropped to forty.
The most formidable aspect of Spider-Man was his spider sense. It allowed him to evade attacks countless times and ultimately defeat his enemies.
Spider sense was a unique perception, one that Harry now experienced. With sharpened vision, heightened hearing, and a vague sixth sense, the world in front of Harry seemed entirely new.
"Now, I'm like a second Spider-Man," Harry said. Finally having the power to protect himself, he felt much more at ease.
After destroying all the remaining spider venom, Harry returned the Goblin armor to its display case—it might come in handy one day. Then, he dressed and headed back to his office.
"Felicia, come to my office," Harry ordered, already preparing for the next step in his plan.
Felicia arrived promptly, within three minutes.
"Sir, what can I do for you?" Felicia asked.
"I'm going to hold a press conference regarding Dr. Connors' situation. It will be at ten o'clock tomorrow morning," Harry said.
"Yes, sir, I will arrange it," Felicia replied.
"Anything else, sir?"
"Hmm—" Harry thought for a moment, then looked into Felicia's eyes and asked, "Do you have any plans later?"
"No, sir. Why do you ask?" Felicia responded.
"Good. I'll treat you to dinner, and you must be honored. I'll also explain the operations of the Osborn Group to you," Harry said.
"Hmm..." Felicia pondered for a moment before agreeing, "Okay."
After Felicia left, Harry was still thinking about her. It wasn't that he was infatuated with her; her name simply reminded him of someone. When Spider and Felicia were mentioned together, only one person came to mind—Black Cat. As the day turned to night, Harry took Felicia to a restaurant on Fifth Avenue. He chose this location because it was close to Times Square. According to Harry's memory, tonight would be the first confrontation between Electro and Spider-Man.
"Felicia, what kind of person do you think Norman Osborn was?" Harry asked, swallowing a piece of beef.
"Mr. Norman was a great entrepreneur who saved millions of lives with the innovative medicine from Osborn Group. He was also a philanthropist," Felicia replied.
"No, that's not what I'm asking. I want to know about his management style in the business," Harry interrupted.
"A devil. Yes, he was a devil," Felicia replied after some thought.
"A devil, huh? What an apt metaphor," Harry mused, thinking of the Green Goblin's nickname.
"Mr. Norman was like a dictator. Even the board of directors could hardly change his mind," Felicia added with a sweet smile.
Harry ate a few more bites of beef, but his appetite for the medium-rare, blood-red food quickly waned. Felicia, wanting to maintain her figure, also ate sparingly, so the two quickly paid the bill and left.
"It's time," Harry thought to himself.
"How about we go to Times Square?" Harry suggested to Felicia.
"Sure."
At that moment, the people in Times Square had no idea what was about to happen, unaware that a storm was slowly brewing.
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Because Times Square is close to Broadway and is the center of New York's theater district, it is a bustling entertainment and shopping hub. But tonight, it was destined to face a disaster.
Among the sea-like crowd, a man in a black pullover stood out. The veins under his translucent skin were exposed, his face had a bluish tint, and his expression looked particularly ferocious. His eyes darted back and forth as if searching for something. Suddenly, his gaze froze, and he pushed through the crowd, heading straight for the underground power grid laid by the Osborn Group. He knelt on the ground, lifted the protective net, stretched out his hands impatiently, and grasped the cable tightly.
"Ahhh—"
Max yelled in satisfaction, causing everyone nearby to flee in terror. The moment Max touched the wire, the lights in Manhattan flickered instantly.
At this time, Spider-Man, who was spending time with his girlfriend on Sixth Avenue, felt his super-dangerous spider sense tingling. He left his girlfriend behind and transformed into New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, swinging into action.
The police patrolling in Times Square also noticed Max's actions.
"Send a team to the south corner of the square," the officer called for backup, while also beginning to evacuate the crowd.
"Sir, step away from the cables. Come on, put your hands up, please," the officer yelled at Max.
After absorbing the electric energy, Max finally satisfied his hunger. His skin grew brighter, and all the screens in Times Square displayed his current glowing appearance.
He heard the officer's order and slowly raised his head. With enough power coursing through him, his face looked even more menacing.
The police, seeing Max's strange appearance, immediately pointed their guns at him.
"Stay where you are! Don't move! Lie on the ground!" the officer shouted.
But at that moment, a truck came barreling towards Max. Panicking, he raised his hand to block it. However, instead of being thrown by the truck, he controlled it with the electricity emanating from his hand. He redirected the truck's path, lifting it over his head, and gently placed it on the ground.
Max didn't understand what was happening to him, but he knew he needed to escape.
However, the police weren't about to let him go. Speeding police cars surrounded the terrified Max.
"Get down now! Get down now!" the officers yelled.
"Don't do this! It's not my fault! Please don't do this!" Max pleaded, his expression panicked.
But the police ignored his pleas and continued to shout. The crowd watched in shock. But Max didn't care.
"It's me, people noticed me, they see me, they really see me," Max muttered, noticing himself on the screen. The attention he had long craved was finally his, filling a void he didn't even know existed. At that moment, the cable sparked, and all the officers pointed their guns at him, but he was lost in his own joy.
"Get down immediately!" Some of the police took out tear gas and threw it at Max.
"No, don't do this, please," Max begged, extending his hand.
"That's right, freak," one of the officers sneered.
"Wait, it's not my fault! It's not my fault!"
No one listened to Max's words; the officers continued shouting at him to get down.
"I said, stop!" Max's long-suppressed anger finally exploded. Under his control, the tear gas was surrounded by blue-purple electricity and spun around. Then, with a wave of his hands, a massive electric shockwave spread out from him. Cars were thrown into the air, and people were knocked off their feet.
Police cars slammed into the road and the walls of nearby buildings. One officer was particularly unlucky as one of the police cars hurtled directly toward him. Just as it was about to hit, a red and blue figure intertwined appeared.
"Hey, buddy, it's a good thing you're not a mounted policeman," Spider-Man quipped, catching the police car and setting it down gently.
On the other side, Max was struggling. Having just acquired his superpowers, he couldn't control the electricity, which lashed out uncontrollably, drawing fire from all the police. But the bullets had no effect. Streams of electricity wrapped around Max's body, and the bullets were instantly destroyed by the current, disappearing into thin air.
"All officers, cease fire! Listen to my orders! Repeat, cease fire and listen to my orders!" The officer who had been saved by Spider-Man was clearly in charge. Once he shouted, all the police stopped firing.
Spider-Man set down the police car and jumped onto another one.
"Stop, please stop," Max begged, covering his head in panic.
"Hey! The shiny one!" Spider-Man's voice caught Max's attention.
"Hey! How are you?"
"It's you." Max couldn't believe his eyes, as if he were seeing an idol.
"Yeah, it's me. Who are you?" Spider-Man clearly couldn't recognize Max in his glowing state.
Max took a step forward, and the water beneath his feet crackled with electricity.
"Don't you remember me?"
"Have we met?"
"I was almost hit by a car when I was walking on the street. You caught me, you saved me, and you said you needed me," Max said.
"Oh, the guy with the blueprint!" Spider-Man's memory clicked.
"Yes, the guy with the blueprint." Max's voice was hoarse, but he was clearly excited.
"Of course, I remember you, you're my eyes and ears." Spider-Man relaxed, jumping off the police car and walking towards Max.
"Uh, what's your name?"
Spider-Man was just making small talk, but Max heard something deeper.
"How could you forget me?" Max said, a tone of hurt in his voice.
"Oh, I remember, I remember, don't tell me," Spider-Man said, holding his head as if trying to recall.
"My name is Max."
"Your name is Max, isn't it?" Spider-Man pretended to have an epiphany as he turned around.
"Yes," Max confirmed.
"Sorry, I didn't recognize you at first." Spider-Man apologized in a casual tone.
"What's going on with you?" Spider-Man thought the situation was resolved and began to ask Max why he had changed, unaware that a sniper had already targeted him.
"I don't know," Max replied, confused.
"I understand," Spider-Man said kindly, his tone softening.
"My body feels strange, I'm full of energy, full of anger," Max said, staring at his electricity-wrapped hands with a mix of awe and obsession.
In the crowd, Harry Osborn had pushed his way to the front. The moment he saw Max, his interface had already analyzed his information:
Name: Maxwell Dillon
Age: 35 years old
Physical condition: healthy (full of energy) (energy life form)
Ability: Power Mastery (50)
Items: none
Harry had always thought the physical condition indicator was due to his own ailments, but now it seemed to have the function of detecting a person's physical composition. While Harry was a human, Max had become an energy being. However, the age indicator seemed rather useless.
Max's ability had the same rating as Spider-Man's spider sense. "It's a pity," Harry mused, admiring the ability, but he didn't have enough points at the moment to acquire it.
"What?" Felicia Hardy asked, puzzled by Harry's comment.
"Ah, nothing," Harry replied, realizing he had spoken his thoughts out loud. But now wasn't the time to dwell on that, because what he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
"Hey, man," Harry called out as he stepped forward. Max was actually quite pitiful, and Harry wanted to see if he could guide him onto the right path.
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Chapter 6: Osborne Needs You
"Sir, stop, don't go any further," the police officer shouted hastily as Harry walked out of the crowd.
"That person seems to be the new president of the Osborne Group, Harry Osborn," someone in the crowd recognized Harry. After all, Harry is considered a celebrity, not to mention that he was on the news not long ago.
"That's my employee." Harry turned to the police officer and continued walking toward Max.
"Hey, don't come over here!" Spider-Man, noticing that the person approaching was his good friend Harry, hurriedly shouted.
But Harry ignored him and walked up to Max.
Harry looked at Max's shiny blue face and said, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Harry Osborn."
Hearing the familiar surname of Osborn, Max recalled his bad memories of being bullied and betrayed. The blue light on his face suddenly brightened, crackling as he bared his teeth angrily at Harry.
"I am deeply sorry for your tragic experience," Harry said without flinching.
"So, I'm going to hold a clarification meeting for you, tomorrow morning. You will get back everything that belongs to you—the grid design and the position of chief electrical engineer." Harry continued, meeting Max's gaze. "The Osborne Group needs your talent."
"This... is this true?" Max's ferocious expression softened instantly, and he spoke in a daze.
"Yes," Harry affirmed.
"Oh, yes." Harry took out a black rectangular device from his coat pocket.
"This is an ultra-high energy-concentrating battery that can withstand 200 million volts. You can store the uncontrollable electrical energy in your body here." Harry tossed the battery to Max. He had discovered this battery while reviewing some files, but it wasn't something developed by Osborne, and the information only marked it with a battery icon.
Max caught the battery, looking puzzled.
"Excess electrical energy can affect your sanity, causing irritability and destructive tendencies," Harry explained.
Max was startled by Harry's words and then looked around at the cars he had overturned.
"This... this is what I did?" Max looked at his hands in disbelief.
"Yes, everyone has a dark side, so you don't have to worry about it. I'll help you," Harry assured him.
Max visibly relaxed. He activated the battery in his hand, and the blue current quickly flowed into it. As the electricity left his body, Max's blue skin gradually faded, and though he felt a sense of weakness, his heart was at ease. The rage caused by the electric energy had disappeared, and he reverted to his kind self.
"Sir, you are suspected of disturbing public order. Please come back to the police station with us," the police officer said, stepping forward now that the danger had passed.
"Officer, I think you made a mistake." Harry stopped the policeman. "Maxwell Dillon is the chief electrical engineer of my Osborne Group. This was an accident, and the Osborne Group will compensate the NYPD."
"This..." The policeman hesitated and looked at his superior. The officer nodded, and the police team withdrew. In a capitalist society, money can work wonders, especially when it comes from a business giant like the Osborne Group.
In the crowd, several men in serious suits also received orders from their superiors and began to evacuate.
"Oh, a perfect ending," Spider-Man quipped before swinging away on a web.
"Max, how are you?" Harry asked, noticing Max's trembling legs and supporting him.
"Mr. Osborn, I'm fine. My mind is very clear now," Max replied hoarsely.
"You can call me Harry, Max. I think you should go back to the company to check your health. After all, you have to attend the press conference tomorrow, and you need to be in good shape." Harry spoke sincerely. Max's heart had been burdened with grievances for too long, and Harry didn't want Max to become an evil Electro again. He believed that eliminating the darkness in Max's heart was the first step, and for Max, kindness from others was the best medicine.
"Thank you, Harry," Max said, moved.
"We can be friends," Harry replied, not looking directly at Max, and continued walking toward the Osborne Group with his arm around Max's shoulder.
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"Wow, it's unbelievable." An old man in a white lab coat exclaimed, "He is simply a humanoid energy body. I roughly calculated the maximum electrical energy value in his body, and it was as high as 1 billion volts."
"Calm down, Dr. Carl," Harry said as he helped Max off the tester. "What I want to know is Max's physical condition."
Dr. Carl was Osborne's medical consultant. He belonged to the category of old pedants who often worked overtime in the company until late. Harry had already gotten a general understanding of the company's main personnel and had greatly improved his memory since coming to this world. So, thinking about Max's situation, Harry immediately sought out Dr. Carl.
"Ah, okay," Dr. Carl said, calming down. "Mr. Dillon no longer belongs to humanity in a traditional sense but is now a unique energy-based life form. In other words, the energy flowing through his pulse is no longer blood, but electricity. If Mr. Dillon can control his ability, he could even dematerialize, dissipate into the air, and then reassemble himself. Of course, there are drawbacks—Mr. Dillon's throat has been irreparably damaged due to electric burns, so his voice will be hoarse from now on. But the biggest concern is that the current often stimulates Mr. Dillon's brain, making him irritable and destructive."
"If I suppress the energy in my body and minimize the current flowing through my brain, can this phenomenon be reduced?" Max asked urgently.
"Well, it is theoretically possible, but it will be challenging for you, much like a superconductor," Dr. Carl thought for a moment before replying.
"I will work hard. I don't want to be an irrational lunatic," Max said with determination.
"I believe you can," Harry said, encouragingly patting Max on the shoulder.
"Thank you, Harry," Max said gratefully.
"Okay, it's getting late." Harry yawned twice. "Let's call it a day. Tomorrow, Max and I will attend a very important press conference. It's not okay to have dark circles on our faces."
"Of course, although you wouldn't see it on Max's face," Harry joked.
"Haha," Dr. Carl and Max laughed in unison.
"Max, I've already arranged your residence. You're familiar with this place, so you should find it easily, and Dr. Carl will be here to accompany you." Harry handed Max a new ID card, marking him as the chief electrical engineer of the Osborne Group.
"I'm leaving now, Max. See you tomorrow." Harry bid farewell to Max and Dr. Carl before leaving the Osborne Building alone.
The streets of Manhattan were alive with feasting and bustling lights, but in some small alleys, one could hear the voices of prostitutes calling out to customers or gangsters swearing.
The night harbors the birthplace of evil.
"Hey, boy, stop!"
After leaving the Osborne Building, Harry didn't return to his old house. Instead, he wandered aimlessly under the moonlight. But walking at night in the USA is dangerous, especially in a country with high crime rates. It wasn't unusual to be the unlucky one stopped for no reason. And Harry had such bad luck.
"Are you calling me?" Harry turned his head and saw that it wasn't just one person, but a group. They were all wearing the same style of black leather clothes, but their hairstyles were strange. Some even had nose rings. It was clear these were a gang of troublemakers.
"That's right, it's you." The leader, waving a knife, walked up to Harry.
"Hey, he's still a celebrity! Look who we have here—Mr. Osborn," the leader said mockingly, signaling the others to surround Harry, leading him into a dark alley.
"What do you want? If it's money, I have some here." Harry took out some cash from his wallet, hoping to settle the matter peacefully.
The leader snatched the money. "Quite a lot, more than a thousand dollars."
"But..." The man leaned in closer, greed flashing in his eyes as he looked at Harry. "The dignified president of the Osborne Group is worth more than this little bit of cash, right? Tell me—"
"Bang!"
Before the man could finish, Harry punched him squarely in the nose. Thanks to the little spider man's enhanced physical strength, the leader was knocked to the ground before he could react.
The other gang members were startled but quickly recovered. "Let's get him!" someone shouted, and they all rushed at Harry. Such tactics might work on ordinary people, but Harry was no ordinary person.
Harry jumped up, flipping over the heads of the gangsters, and then knocked several of them down with a sweeping kick. Seeing this, one of the gangsters pulled out a small shiny dagger and lunged at Harry. If he were Spider-Man, Harry would shoot webbing next, but without a web shooter, he instead jumped to the left wall, using electrostatic attraction to stick to it before launching himself off, delivering a mid-air spinning kick to the gangsters' heads. All of them fell to the ground; judging by the twisted angles of their necks, some might just be unconscious, but others might not be so lucky.
Harry flipped the leader over, retrieved his money, dusted it off, and put it back in his wallet.
"Oh, what a hassle." Harry took out a small black grain from his wallet, tossed it into the leader's hand, and then turned to leave the alley.
"Boom—"
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Chapter 7: Press Conference
The next day, the Osborne Building was bustling with activity. OB trucks lined the streets outside, and reporters crowded in, eager to get a front-row seat. Even though the press conference hadn't started yet, they jostled for the best positions, knowing that whoever got the scoop first would have the advantage.
"Beep beep."
Cars arrived, and the reporters surged forward as Harry stepped out, followed by Max Dillon.
"Mr. Osborn, what's your response to the arrest of Vice President Duncan yesterday?"
"Mr. Osborn, sources say there's a significant conflict between you and the board of directors. Is that true?"
"Mr. Osborn, it's rumored that your company is developing biological weapons, like the incident with Electro in Times Square last night. Is this true?"
But their efforts were futile. Harry and Max smoothly entered the Osborne Building, shielded by a team of black-suited bodyguards.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Harry announced loudly from the podium, "please find your assigned seats. If you don't see your name on a chair, then…"
Felicia had done an excellent job notifying the press and preparing chairs marked with names for those who were invited. Those without chairs had sneaked in.
Harry let his words hang in the air before adding, "So sorry, you'll have to stand." He didn't dismiss them but allowed them to stay.
"Alright, let's get down to business," Harry continued after clearing his throat. "Although today is my first day addressing you from this position, I had hoped for a happier start. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned." His voice lowered, adding gravity to his words. "I'm sure you're all aware that Mr. Duncan, the former vice president of Osborn Industries, was arrested yesterday. This is true. Mr. Duncan was someone I once admired greatly, but his actions have deeply disappointed me. I want to inform you that I have filed charges against him for illegal activities, including selling company secrets and usurping others' designs. I trust that justice will prevail."
As Harry finished, the crowd of reporters erupted in murmurs.
"But," Harry raised his voice to regain their attention, "that's not the main focus today. I'd like to introduce you to a remarkable man, Maxwell Dillon, the new Chief Electrical Engineer of Osborn Industries."
When Max stepped up to the podium, the room seemed to light up with the energy he exuded.
"I'm Max. The power grid designs Osborn uses are mine. I want to thank Harry for helping me reclaim what's rightfully mine," Max said, his voice filled with emotion.
Harry patted him on the shoulder before addressing the reporters again. "I'm sure you have questions, but due to time constraints, I can only take questions from three of you."
All the reporters raised their hands.
"Alright, you there," Harry pointed to a young man with glasses.
The man stood up and asked, "Given Mr. Norman Osborn's illness, will Osborn Industries compensate for the damage caused by Dr. Connors in New York City? As the new president, will you take responsibility?"
Harry had anticipated this question and replied confidently, "I deeply regret the incident, and to express my apologies, I will personally ensure that all related compensation is handled properly. You can rest assured."
The reporters buzzed with Harry's response as he pointed to a second person.
"Your question?"
"Mr. Osborn, is it true that there is discord between you and the board of directors?" a woman asked.
"The market value of Osborn Industries is $200 billion, and I control 60% of the shares. So, rumors of internal discord are just that—rumors. After all, it's hard to have differing opinions with oneself," Harry replied smoothly, subtly asserting his absolute control over the company.
"Next," Harry gestured to a third reporter.
"Is Mr. Max a mutant? He seems different from the rest of us," asked a blonde woman. No one else in the room appeared surprised by the question, reflecting the deep-seated prejudice against mutants.
"Extraordinary abilities aren't always innate; they can be acquired. Mr. Max's uniqueness is the result of such an acquisition. During a time when Mr. Max was marginalized and overlooked—even on his birthday—he found himself alone in the company, repairing circuits. An accident occurred, and he fell into a bio-generated battery. That incident changed him forever," Harry explained, while Max stood silently beside him, lost in thought.
"So, Mr. Osborn, what's your stance on mutants?" the woman pressed.
"I gather that this lady might harbor negative views toward mutants," Harry began, "but I don't share them. Mutants, despite their differences, are still part of the human race. They could represent the next stage in human evolution, or perhaps they're simply a different branch on the evolutionary tree. But, at their core, they are still human."
Harry stepped down from the podium, with Max following, and they headed toward the private elevator leading to Harry's office. The reporters were left behind, blocked by the bodyguards.
"I'm sure tonight's headlines will be all about the new president of Osborn Industries being a potential mutant," Harry remarked as he entered his office, where Dr. Carl awaited them.
"Haha, and what of it? Are they going to arrest me for that?" Harry chuckled.
"Of course not. Besides, Harry just announced that he'd compensate for Dr. Connors' actions," Max added, his voice raspy but filled with understanding. He was, after all, a fan of Spider-Man.
"Enough of that, let me show you something special I've been working on," Dr. Carl said, leading them to the hidden elevator that descended into the underground lab, which Harry had authorized him to access.
The three of them entered the elevator, which began its descent. After a short while, it stopped.
"Come on," Dr. Carl beckoned as the doors opened, and they stepped into the lab.
The underground lab had undergone significant changes. The once-green lights had been replaced with bright white tubes, and the old windows had been substituted with intelligent interfaces. The space had also been expanded considerably.
"I designed this specifically for Max," Dr. Carl said, approaching a wall and placing his hand against it. The wall shimmered and revealed a sleek, form-fitting battle suit with a jet-black surface accented by blue patterns.
"Though it looks like leather, it's a superconductor suit made from composite materials. It's incredibly strong, resistant to friction, waterproof, and fireproof. However, it's not resistant to sharp objects like bullets, but then, bullets are useless against Max's abilities. So, he doesn't need to worry," Dr. Carl explained.
Max was captivated, his eyes locked on the suit.
"Oh, and there's this," Dr. Carl said, handing Max a small device. "This will measure the electrical energy in your body. Although you can store up to a billion volts of electricity, you start to lose control once it exceeds 500 million volts. This will help you monitor it."
Max took the device, placing it on his wrist.
"And now, for you, Harry," Dr. Carl turned to Harry.
"I can't wait to see it," Harry nodded, intrigued.
"You're going to love it," Dr. Carl assured him as he opened another hidden compartment.
Harry peered inside and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! It's incredible."
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8: New Installation
"It's pretty much exactly what I had in my head, which is awesome," Harry said, looking at the armor in front of him.
The black armor in front of him was quite different from the previous exaggerated model. Harry reached out and touched it. "Turn on the screen."
"Ding Dong"
A screen appeared in front of his eyes: "An unowned item was detected: simple armor suit (30). Do you want to exchange it for system points?"
"No," Harry said silently, without hesitation.
This armor suit was modified from the previous Green Goblin armor, and its shape resembled the armor of the second-generation Green Goblin in the old Spider-Man version.
"Finally, it's not green anymore." Harry had been brooding over this.
"Of course," Dr. Carl said as he looked at his work. "As your Osborne family's personal weapon consultant, it is my duty to follow your opinion." Dr. Carl's hidden identity was that of a weapons consultant. More than ten years ago, Osborne Industries was an enterprise closely related to the military, focusing mainly on biological weapons research. Dr. Carl was one of the researchers.
"Actually, I don't like green very much, but your father did. He said that green symbolizes health." Dr. Carl's eyes grew distant as he seemed to recall the past.
"Doctor!" Harry called out.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Harry. People always think about the past when they get old," Dr. Carl said with emotion.
He continued to introduce Harry to the armor. "This armor is made of the same material as before. It's hard, wear-resistant, and bulletproof. Even if a sniper rifle hits it, it will only leave a small trace. I retained the previous strength-enhancing and self-healing functions. According to your request, I have modified it—the joints are more flexible. In addition, there's this."
Dr. Carl pressed a button on the wall, which put down the armor suit, and the armor suit began to rotate. When it reached ninety degrees, a hidden space was revealed.
"Squeak—"
Something slowly slid out of the space—it was a flying skateboard.
"I shrank down the prototype and kept the weapon system. It can reach a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, can carry a person, and can bear a load of less than one ton. I also installed an intelligent program on it. Now it can receive instructions from your brain," Dr. Carl said with a satisfied smile.
"I really like it," Harry muttered as he bent over and touched the armor suit.
It indeed looked very similar. Dr. Carl had replicated the Green Goblin's skateboard from the old version of Spider-Man in this new version. It made one wonder if he could create an Iron Man suit, though that was just a fleeting thought—after all, without Stark's arc reactor, the suit wouldn't function.
"Because the armor was just completed, it hasn't been tested yet," Dr. Carl said.
"In that case," Harry straightened his bent waist, looked at the armor suit in front of him, and said, "Let me test it."
"However, Harry, it's very likely that an accident could happen. Let's leave the testing to professionals like pilots," Dr. Carl advised.
"No need, I believe in myself. And," Harry paused, "someone once said, 'Do it first, then talk.'"
"Okay," Dr. Carl reluctantly agreed, "but you have to take Max with you." His tone was firm.
The bond between Dr. Carl and the Osborne family ran deeper than it appeared on the surface, and he saw Harry as the younger generation in his care.
"Yeah," Harry replied.
The process of putting on the armor suit was simple—just like wearing ordinary clothes, but with a few additional smart settings.
"I haven't installed the identification system yet, so in the current situation, your subjective identification is very important." Dr. Carl handed Harry a black mask that only exposed his forehead and hair and pointed to the flying skateboard. "I've magnetized the surface, and the shoes on the armor are specially made."
In reality, the magnetization wasn't necessary for Harry because he had acquired the electrostatic adhesion ability from Spider-Man, allowing him to stand firmly on the flying skateboard.
Harry started the skateboard, controlled it in front of him, and stepped on it with one foot. It was very stable and did not produce the weightlessness he had imagined.
"Wow," Harry exclaimed happily. "Max, let's go." He then flew into another passage. Max, now in a new outfit and surrounded by blue electric light, nodded to Dr. Carl before flying out.
"Haha, I really am getting old," Dr. Carl laughed. Flying fast, Harry soared across the sky on his flying skateboard. He looked down at the scenery below, feeling a bit bored.
Daytime in New York was far less charming than nighttime. At night, New York was a glorious and bustling city, but during the day, it was filled with hurried office workers. Oh, no, there was still one odd sight: red and blue, the good neighbor of New Yorkers, Spider-Man.
"Hey, where did you get those children's toys to play in the sky? Don't you know this is Spider-Man's territory?" A familiar yet strange tone called out. Harry slowed down and turned around to float in the air, seeing the little spider landing on the roof of a building, swinging on his web.
"Spider-Man?" Harry's voice, processed by the mask, sounded ruthless and intimidating.
"That's right, New Yorkers' good neighbor, Spider-Man," said the little spider.
"Now, New York City belongs to me. As for you, hehe, just get out of here," Harry said with a wicked grin.
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Chapter 9: Sandman
"Hey, hey, buddy, how can you be so unreasonable? I'm a hero, and I'm also a senior." Seeing that the other party is not a supervillain, Harry is relieved.
"Since you don't want to, let's compare, and whoever is better will be the boss," Harry suggested.
Before he finished speaking, Harry leaped out with an arm blade and charged straight at Spider-Man.
"You're cheating!" Spider-Man exclaimed. His spider-sense tingled, and although Harry didn't appear to have murderous intent, he reacted quickly. He bent his legs and jumped, evading Harry's attack. Then he swiftly shot out spider silk to stick to Harry's flying skateboard and pulled hard.
The skateboard had basic intelligence, so Harry wasn't worried about falling. He relinquished the skateboard, jumped into the air, and surged toward Spider-Man faster than the skateboard could move. Spider-Man had no choice but to let go of the skateboard to dodge Harry's attack, landing against the wall.
"You nimble little bug," Harry taunted, steering the flying skateboard to attack Spider-Man again, but suddenly, he heard a gunshot.
"Something happened," Spider-Man said, looking around.
"Are you going?" Spider-Man asked Harry.
"Of course," Harry replied.
Spider-Man swung on his web and left first.
"Max, you stay in the sky for now. I'll let you know when to come down." There was no one around Harry, but at that moment, a figure appeared in a burst of blue lightning. It was Max.
"Okay," Max responded.
Harry adjusted the steering of the skateboard, and its vertical flight was much faster than its previous lateral movement.
Today, two police officers were patrolling as usual, safeguarding the public, but an unexpected incident occurred.
A fugitive wanted criminal suddenly appeared on the street. One of the officers recognized the man, and both heroic officers immediately made a decision. As the man passed a truck, they surrounded him. But he vanished, and they quickly realized that the fugitive might be hiding in the truck. One officer began checking the truck filled with sand.
Lifting the cloth covering the sand, the officer picked up a shovel and cautiously approached the clearly different depression. Just as he was about to plunge in, a massive fist suddenly punched through the sand. People screamed in shock at the sudden turn of events and fled in terror.
The once calm sand slowly coalesced into a gigantic hand made of sand, and then a person fully formed of sand stood up from the truck. People screamed in horror, and the police opened fire.
"Roar—" the Sandman bellowed fiercely.
The bullets struck the Sandman, but only part of his body shattered. He swung a punch horizontally at the officer who had fired. With that punch, sand flew everywhere.
"Guys, how are you doing?" Spider-Man arrived at that moment, spotting several officers lying on the ground and rushed forward to inquire.
"Sand, sand," one officer stammered in terror.
Spider-Man glanced over and noticed the dust left by the Sandman at the end of the street. He grabbed the spider thread and followed closely. At this point, the Sandman had found what he wanted: a cash truck that had just started.
The superpowered Sandman smashed the roof of the armored vehicle with a punch and swiftly incapacitated the two guards inside. Just as he was about to leave with the bag of money, Spider-Man dropped from the sky, landing behind him.
"You've lost your mind," Spider-Man declared.
"Go away, I don't want to hurt you," the Sandman replied, turning his head.
"Brother, don't you know I'm in charge of this place?" Spider-Man said with a grin.
"Okay." The Sandman finished speaking and punched Spider-Man. Spider-Man dodged backward and retaliated with a sharp punch to the Sandman's stomach, but the Sandman merely enveloped Spider-Man's arms in sand.
"Ahhh!" Spider-Man gasped in discomfort.
"Haha!" the Sandman laughed, his fist instantly transforming into a massive sand fist.
"Bang!"
Spider-Man crashed into a nearby car and fell onto the road. He quickly reacted, shooting out webs to stick to the armored vehicle.
"Grab my hand!" Harry yelled as he flew over on the flying skateboard, reaching out to grab Spider-Man's extended hand, swinging him toward the cash truck.
Spider-Man fired a web missile through the Sandman and turned to land behind him, sweeping his leg to knock the Sandman off balance while simultaneously pulling the money bag with the web.
"Get out of the way!" Harry shouted to Spider-Man, maneuvering the skateboard onto the armored van.
"Boom——" Orange flames erupted from the bottom of the skateboard, striking the Sandman.
"Roar——" the Sandman cried out in pain, his body crackling. The sand on his surface began to partially crystallize, and he struggled to maintain control.
"Activate the system and scan the current character," Harry thought to himself.
The screen displayed:
**Name:** Flint Marco
**Age:** 42 years old
**Physical Condition:** Healthy (macromolecular aggregates)
**Ability:** Sandify (40)
**Items:** None
The ability to turn into sand is nearly immortal. While his attacks are somewhat limited, as long as his spirit remains intact, the characteristic of an indestructible body is quite advantageous.
"Roar--"
Just as Harry was distracted, a colossal sand fist struck him. His spider-sense activated immediately, and Harry maneuvered the skateboard to turn quickly, but it was a bit late. The sand fist hit the side of the skateboard, knocking Harry off, sending him crashing into a passing car. The lens of his mask shattered, prompting Harry to remove it, revealing his face.
"Max!" Harry called out.
Blue lightning flashed, and Max in his sleek leather suit appeared before Harry.
"Max, leave me out of this; go help Spider-Man." Seeing Spider-Man battling the Sandman again and taking heavy hits, Harry urgently instructed Max to assist him.
"Yeah." Max nodded and flew toward the Sandman.
"Hey——" A flash of lightning shot from Max's hand, piercing the Sandman's midsection just as he was about to throw a massive punch at Spider-Man.
"Ah!" the Sandman screamed in agony, his body losing cohesion. He turned and attempted to strike Max with sand punches, but his speed was no match for him. Lightning surged around Max, transforming his entire body into a streak of lightning that pierced through the Sandman's head. Instantly, the sand fell away, and he couldn't even maintain his human form.
Harry called back the flying skateboard and flew over, hovering beside Max, who had reverted to human form.
"Hey, it's you. What happened to him?" Spider-Man stood up and greeted Max, then glanced at the pile of sand with confusion.
"Well, my electricity has disrupted his brain waves, preventing him from controlling the sand. He can't form a human shape anymore," Max explained hoarsely.
"You mean he's dead?" Spider-Man asked again.
"No." Max shook his head. "This person has a very strong spirit. I can't obliterate his spirit or assimilate him into electromagnetic waves, but he won't be able to regain his human form in the short term."
"The police are here," Spider-Man said. Harry glanced and saw several police cars approaching from the end of the street.
"Then let's get out of here." After Harry finished speaking, he stepped onto the flying skateboard and ascended into the sky, followed closely by Max, who turned into lightning.
"Harry!" Without the mask, Harry's voice sounded familiar to Spider-Man. He shot out webs and left with a flourish.
"That's Harry!" Spider-Man murmured, looking up into the air.
On the ground, the approaching vehicles halted one after another. Behind the police, several well-dressed individuals exited cars adorned with eagle emblems.
"Seal the scene and collect all the sand from the vehicle," Agent Phil Coulson ordered, and several others began to comply.
"Additionally, check the true identity of the person in the video recorded just now against the files," he continued instructing.
"Understood," several agents replied.
"A new hero. It seems Fury's plan has found a candidate," Agent Phil Coulson observed, watching Spider-Man in the distance.
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"Oh, this feels so good," exclaimed Harry, jumping off the flying skateboard.
"That's for sure," Dr. Carl said, turning back from a screen displaying information about the new suit.
"As long as the flying skateboard is equipped with a weapon system, that's basically it. As for the armor suit," Harry thought for a moment and said, "Put this mask in; it should be able to control how to put it on or take it off." He handed the broken mask to Dr. Carl.
"And the recognition system I was talking about before," Dr. Carl added.
"Yes," Harry laughed. The identification system mainly needed to load the database, which wasn't too troublesome.
"Harry," at this moment, Max, who had been silent all this time, suddenly called out.
Harry looked at him and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
"Spider-Man seems to know you," Max said.
"Ah, what are you talking about?" Harry suddenly realized. No wonder Max had been deep in thought since he returned here.
"Spider-Man is Peter Parker; he was my childhood friend," Harry explained.
"By the way, Doctor, show me the complete equipment you designed," Harry said.
After taking off the armor suit and placing it back into the original hidden wall frame, Harry approached Dr. Carl.
Dr. Carl clicked on the weapon information of the flying skateboard and said, "The front end of the skateboard should also be equipped with a retractable blade, twelve miniature air-to-surface missiles, a miniature machine gun, and [-] rounds of ammunition. Lighting equipment and flame-breathing equipment are already installed. There are also miniature bombs that can be concealed in the skateboard and dart balls that have a tracking function and will explode after a collision. These have specific devices in the skateboard. As long as you make a claw gesture against the skateboard, it will automatically pop out."
"It's so cool," Harry said, but he was thinking that this similar equipment was exactly like the second-generation Green Goblin from the old version, and there was also the villain Sand Man. If his guess was right, then next would be Venom.
"I must go and see," Harry made up his mind.
"Then there are melee weapons, like the arm blades you have used, and the lightsabers you haven't made yet." Dr. Carl clicked on a small knife-shaped file and continued.
"Lightsaber?" Harry came back to his senses and was amazed when he heard this word. In his memory, the light blade only appeared in Star Wars. It is the so-called hardest Adamantium alloy that cannot withstand the slash of a lightsaber.
"Haha, it's not what you think," Dr. Carl laughed. Even in the Marvel world, there are Star Wars movies.
"The lightsaber I made has a solid blade. There will be an activation switch on the hilt. After turning it on, the blade will be covered with a layer of energy, making it indestructible. Of course, since the energy will be used up, the standard configuration includes three hilts: a long sword, a short sword, and a dagger," he continued.
"Fine," said Harry, patting Dr. Carl on the shoulder.
"Doctor, I need you to check my blood for me," Harry said.
"It's very simple." Dr. Carl went to his exclusive laboratory, took out a syringe, and drew Harry's blood.
"I'll go up first. After all, I'm still the president of this company, so I can't leave all the affairs to the assistant." Harry took the elevator back to the president's office.
"Turn on the system," Harry said silently.
The system screen opened before Harry's eyes, displaying his information.
Harry looked at Flint Marco's desertification ability, squinted his eyes slightly, crossed his fingers, and propped his chin to think silently. After a while, he finally made up his mind.
"System, permanently delete Flint Marco's information from the admission column, and never allow it to be entered again." Harry stood up from his chair and said firmly. Although he thought he was extraordinary since coming to this world, he had never believed he was superior to others. Although it was contradictory, he thought so. Before any other titles, he first recognized the title of being human, of being a person with flesh and blood.
"Clang clang."
At this moment, Felicia came outside Harry's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Harry sat down again.
"Mr. Osborn," Felicia seemed a little anxious and trotted to Harry.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked calmly, although he could already guess.
"Reporter, many reporters are waiting for you outside," Felicia said.
"Do you know what it is about?" Harry asked.
"Sir, it is said that it concerns the two new superheroes that appeared today: Electric Man and Glider." Felicia paused while looking into Harry's eyes and said, "The reporters all said that Glider is you."
"Oh, is it?" Harry said with a smile, clearly having been photographed.
"But Glider is a lousy name," Harry muttered to himself.
"Felicia, you go down immediately and notify the reporters to hold a press conference," Harry said, suddenly recalling that playboy and his approach to such things.
"Okay, sir," Felicia said and left.
"Glider, it sucks; I want a good name." Harry leaned back in his chair and twirled. "Ring ring ring—"
The phone rang, and Harry picked it up.
"What's wrong?" It was Dr. Carl.
"Harry, I've checked your blood, and there's nothing wrong with it," Dr. Carl said.
"Well, I see." Harry put down the phone and began to think. He understood what Dr. Carl meant by saying there were no problems: that his blood was no different from ordinary people. However, this was the biggest problem for Harry. In the Marvel world, apart from technology, superheroes' powers are usually gained through genetic mutations, as is the case with Spider-Man, the Fantastic Four, and even mutants. But he was outside of this category. Although he had acquired Spider-Man's abilities, his genes had not been mutated; he was just like ordinary people but still had superpowers.
"Maybe it's the function of the system," Harry guessed as he stood in front of the window and looked at the scenery outside.
"Dangdang," came Felicia's knock.
"Come in," said Harry.
"Mr. Osborn, I've already made arrangements," Felicia said.
"Yeah, I see," Harry replied.
"Anything else?" Harry asked, noticing she was still standing there.
"There is a gentleman waiting for you downstairs," Felicia said.
"Who?" Harry inquired.
"The man said he was from the State Department," Felicia replied.
"Well, let's go down and have a look," Harry said. While getting up, he threw Norman's cube that had been on the table into the desk. Felicia lowered her head slightly, the light in her eyes flashing away.