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"I need a crackdown on organized crime." If the system doesn't exaggerate too much in this new profession, Ian feels he might be able to solve Gwen's lack of genes.
In this regard.
The new Tony didn't ask for the specific reason.
"no problem."
He readily agreed to Ian's request.
As an extremely efficient form of artificial intelligence, the virtual image of the new Tony teacher unfolds a holographic map in the air, with ten red dots flashing across various locations in New York.
“Recently, labs in New York have been frantically researching bio-enhancement technology; they’re envious of Spider-Man’s success.” He briefly explained the reason for the emergence of these mutants.
Most of them were homeless people, or destitute people, or bankrupt individuals who, due to economic hardship, participated in the drug trials of a biotech group and then became monsters that were neither weak nor strong.
Ian leaned closer to the screen, looking at the marked targets—some looked like half-human, half-scorpion, some had bat wings, and one was even covered in fish scales, looking like a deep-sea fish that had come to life.
"New York City updates its rules so fast. No wonder it has a higher crime rate than my hometown, a small place called Gotham," Ian grumbled as he walked toward the door.
New York City’s underground drainage system.
In the dark and damp tunnel.
A hunched figure crawled quickly, its six arthropod legs tapping on the ground, its scorpion tail raised high, its venomous stinger dripping viscous liquid.
"Hey, scorpion demon!" Ian's voice came from the darkness.
The mutant whirled around, its crimson compound eyes locking onto the source of the sound, only to see a lollipop glowing faintly in the darkness, someone playing with it.
"I heard you've been poisoning the drinking water lately? Although New York tap water is already undrinkable, this is still incredibly unethical," Ian stepped out of the shadows and criticized.
The scorpion-tailed madman roared and pounced! Ian dodged to the side, the scorpion's tail grazing his cheek, splattering venom onto the wall and instantly corroding a large hole.
"Wow, if even a little bit of this gets on me, won't my handsome face be ruined?" Ian touched his mask with lingering fear, then kicked the other person in the stomach.
Taking advantage of the moment when the other party bent over in pain, Marvel Superman grabbed the scorpion's tail and snapped it off—crack! The scorpion's tail broke off, and the mutant let out a shrill scream.
Ian casually pulled a roll of duct tape from his pocket and quickly bound him up like a mummy.
"Get one."
The boy clapped his hands.
The madman dragged along the motionless scorpion tail.
Humming a song, I walked towards the exit. Among the skyscrapers of Manhattan, a dark shadow swept across the night sky, its large bat wings flapping and emitting a chilling whistling sound.
suddenly.
He heard someone taking pictures.
“Keep flying, don’t worry about me. I just need to prove to a bat imposter that bat spirits really do exist.” Ian flew alongside the bat monster.
The bat-like monster turned sideways and roared, its claws aimed straight for Ian's throat!
"too slow."
Ian leaned back, bracing himself with one hand in the air, and kicked the man in the chin. The bat-like monster was sent flying, crashing through a glass wall and landing in a company conference room. When Ian jumped in, he found the man struggling to get up, while the employees in the conference room were already cowering in a corner in fear.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm Superman, leveling up and fighting monsters." Ian smiled and took out a sack, used duct tape to tie up the bat monster's entire body, and then put it into the sack.
Marvel's Superman is here.
Marvel's Superman is gone again.
Wave your sleeves.
They left behind money to compensate for the broken glass.
"Okay, next one."
At the Brooklyn docks, a burly man covered in bluish-gray fish scales was tossing shipping containers around like toys, making gurgling noises as he did so.
"Dude, were you raised on nuclear wastewater?"
Ian crouched on the container, chin in hand, scrutinizing him. The fish-scale thug roared and charged, slamming his fist into the container Ian was on!
boom!
The container was dented from the impact, but Ian had already jumped behind him, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it hard on the back of his head.
"Boom!"
The fish-scale thug swayed, but instead of falling, he became even angrier.
"Tsk, that's thick-skinned." Ian scoffed, then suddenly had a brilliant idea and pulled a packet of salt from his pocket.
"I heard fish are afraid of this?" He grinned, revealing the evil god's mouth on his mask, and sprinkled salt on it.
The thug screamed in agony, white smoke billowing from his skin as he frantically scratched himself. Ian seized the opportunity, sweeping his leg to knock him down, then binding him like a dumpling with a fishing net.
"Third one, that's it!"
For these monsters, Ian was an invincible force; they were indeed too weak and had many flaws. In the end, all ten mutants were imprisoned in the Sanctuary.
"What exactly are you trying to do?!" The dark blue energy barrier of the dungeon reflected the reptilian face of the lizardman Kurt Connors. His golden vertical pupils narrowed as he stared at Ian as he roughly shoved the last mutant, a "porcupine man" covered in bone spurs, into the cell next to his.
“You’re so powerful that you don’t need to study our blood.” He growled, his claws scraping against the transparent barrier with a harsh scraping sound.
"I was just thinking that I shouldn't have killed the Spider-Man, otherwise I could have collected all twelve of America's Zodiac animals." Ian was drawing a Peppa Pig on the porcupine man's cell with a marker.
He sighed regretfully.
"??????" The lizardman doctor's pupils trembled violently. Even his proud scientific mind could not unravel the logical chain behind this statement.
“I know what he’s going to do, I know, I’m smart.” On the other side of the cell, a rat-man with rodent-like incisors suddenly pounced on the barrier, its sharp claws pounding against the transparent wall: “Are you going to build a private prison here and then swear your extraordinary regime? Like those ridiculous supervillains?”
He was questioning Ian.
"First of all, you are the ones who committed the crime. You should be grateful that I don't like killing and that I have a principle of not killing. Secondly, I am not a villain. I am just a superhero who wants to save people."
"At least today."
Ian, clutching twelve vials of blood, turned and left the Sanctuary dungeon. As the blood was analyzed and disappeared, he heard a notification from the system that a new class had been awakened.
as predicted.
The system never disappoints Ian.
……
Bright sunlight streamed into the room through the sheer curtains, dappling the floor with tiny, dancing spots of light. Gwen Stacy slowly opened her eyes, her vision gradually focusing from blurry.
She lay on a soft, large bed, the bedding exuding a faint scent of lavender.
"Where am I...?"
Gwen instinctively tried to sit up, but found her movements unusually light, without any of the weakness she felt from being bedridden for so long. Her gaze swept to the window—a red and black figure was facing away from her, head down, intently carving something, wood shavings falling softly, shimmering golden in the sunlight.
"Awake?" The man spoke without looking up, his carving knife still steady and precise. "Congratulations, you are now a proper young man."
This sentence immediately shattered the warm atmosphere.
"What?!" Gwen abruptly threw back the covers, looked down to check, then let out a long sigh and glared angrily at the window. "Ian Kent!"
She saw the boy finally turn his head, but he only glanced at her before continuing to carve the plaque. The powerful strokes of the large characters were already faintly visible.
Imam Mental Illness Hero Rescue Center
"..."
Gwen rubbed her temples, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. "I remember... I was hit by a car, and I had multiple fractures all over my body. Then... in my dream, a voice told me that I could finally rest."
“Hmm.” Ian nodded and continued carving. “Perhaps the universe itself wants you to retire gracefully and pass on your popularity and power to the next generation.”
This statement carries a sense of certainty.
“But I feel… great right now, even better than before.” Gwen paused for a moment, looked down at her palm, suddenly clenched her fist, then relaxed it.
Ian finally put down his carving knife.
"You should thank me, the evil god, for this."
He turned around and spoke softly.
“The universe discards you after you’ve served your purpose, it wants you to take your final bow… but I won’t allow it.” There was a hint of self-righteousness in the boy’s eyes, the original sin that Lucifer once said he saw in Ian.
Chapter 150 Quantum Spider-Man! The Daily Life of an Evil God!
I heard Ian's inexplicably confident statement.
Gwen was somewhat stunned.
"The universe wants my era to end? You won't allow it?" Gwen looked at Ian, somewhat bewildered. She slowly raised her hand, clenched her fist, and felt the surging power within her.
That was a power even greater than her peak strength.
The weakness, the emptiness, the feeling of being on the verge of collapse vanished. In its place came an unprecedented sense of power—as if someone had implanted a nuclear reactor inside her body.
"What exactly did you do? You've misled the universe?" This was the only possibility Gwen could think of; she never doubted Ian's ability to manipulate and deceive others.
Scammers use persuasive tactics to deceive and mislead others.
Ian, on the other hand, would use forceful brainwashing to deceive people.
Can't be prevented.
No one can stop it.
"Look at what you're saying, how hurtful! I don't like to fool people, I just used my rules to override the rules of the universe." Ian corrected Gwen while looking at his personal panel.
Name: Ian Kent
【普通职业：学生lv8〔441/1280〕作家LV4〔75/80〕领袖LV7〔112/640〕】
【超凡职业：狂战士LV8〔1100/1280〕，野蛮暴君lv10〔4751/5120〕【熵灭领主Lv11〔1450/10240〕】【异变主宰lv1〔1/10〕】】
[Global Recognition: Key NPC]
[Innate Skills: Reverse Blood Forge, Perfect Divinity, Feeding All Beings, Eternal Grace.]
[Professional Skills: Genetic Oracle, Wrath of the Undead, Blasphemy Elegy, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect Divine Body, Eternal Day's Eye Level 3, Absolute Leap, Contemptuous Leap, Ultimate Hunger Level 3...]
Compared to his previous profile panel, Ian's current profile panel includes a new class, a new talent, and a new skill he learned to save Gwen.
He has indeed become a tiny bit stronger than before. Since the [Mutation Overlord] is, for some reason, an ultimate class, the attribute boost it provides to Ian is quite significant.