He shook the banknotes in his hand as though he was holding some proud trophy.

…

"It's not commendable to take the initiative to come to me at this time, Norman."

Returning to the office on the top floor, Mu Feng looked at the visiting Norman Osborn, poured a glass of Soma's divine wine into his glass, and said lightly.

"Everything is ready, my lord," Norman said respectfully.

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

"Seriously, if you just want to get revenge on him, do you need to wait so long?"

Superheroes, especially guys like Spider-Man, whose heroic identity and real identity are separated, can be said to lose half of their true identity once their true identity is exposed.

Whether it is Gwen Stacy or Aunt May, they are Spider-Man's huge weakness. For someone like Norman, threatening Peter with these two guys is no psychological burden at all.

Mu Feng wanted to see if he could get the TVA answer he wanted from Little Spider, but it didn't matter if he couldn't get it. After all, to put it badly, Peter Parker's plot status in the Marvel Cinematic Universe...dispensable.

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

"If it's just a simple revenge, it's not difficult, and it's meaningless!"

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

"I'm going to make that kid pay for his parents' actions! I'm not just going to let him die! I'm going to make him out of this world in every sense!"

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

After all, the drug that has been invested heavily and relied on as the last straw is stolen by someone in the name of justice, and anyone can want to kill that guy's whole family if this kind of thing happens to him.

"So... how's your situation, Green Goblin?"

Mu Feng sat back in his seat, raised the crystal wine glass and looked at Norman with a smile.

"It's...good."

There was a malicious and pleasant smile on Norman's face, and the next moment, his skin turned green, his ears elongated, and his eyes turned a strange dark yellow.

Just like his name, as if it really became one (GreenGoblin)

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

The monster cell reinforcement Norman himself received just turned him into a tiger-level monster, but it was nothing. As a monster, he also had the ability to strengthen his own specialization type.

That is the mimetic ability like Mystique.

As long as you get part of the DNA of the imitated person, you can imitate the appearance of others, from fingerprints to pupils, and even some special abilities. It can be said to be very powerful, very capable of camouflage.

Nothing is more reassuring than a bad and troublesome **** from his own side, and even if this **** wants to, it's impossible to imitate Mu Feng's DNA.

Because to be honest, Mu Feng himself doesn't know how much of his DNA is still in human form.

The strengthening of psionic energy changes not only his soul, but in order to adapt to this change, his body must also undergo tremendous changes.

If this **** wanted to imitate Mu Feng boldly, he would explode on the spot because of the genetic adaptation problem. Even if not, his monster cells came from Mu Feng, and his life, death and thinking never belonged to him.

After eating the monster cell, he was nothing but a tool for Mu Feng.

"Then how is your son, Harry?"

"It's going well, my lord." Norman returned to his face and smiled.

"The weird cell you gave Harry is really special. Harry still maintains his appearance until now, but... he really began to awaken the ability you said."

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

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

In this world, there are no X-Men, no mutants, no Xavier Talent Academy, and naturally there will be no wall hangings like Magneto and Professor X.

But even so, the human genes of this world are still the cosmic gods, and the earth humans in this world are still the experimental products of the cosmic gods.

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

This also means that people in this world will always be tragedies with treasures but unable to open themselves.

Maybe there are still guys from the Time Crisis Administration who are disrupting the situation. After all, if you really want to exclude X's plot from the world line, you really only need to make some changes when the Tianshen group creates human beings.

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

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 secret source of the local 'Superman' and 'Devil Fruit' obtained by studying the bloodline factor of local humans in the pirate world, the X gene is in a sense the biggest secret of humans in the Marvel world.

All super powers come from the gift of the X gene, and the powers are large and small, strong and weak. Obviously the starting genes are the same, some can shock the universe, and some can only ignite smoke.

The first step of the experiment that Mu Feng is going to do is very simple. Through the weird cells that are attached to change and stimulate DNA, they can interfere with the recessive X gene, and force the occurrence of X gene to be turned on and stimulated.

This process will greatly weaken the fundamental ability of the monster cells to transform humans into monsters, and the eater will not be able to convert them into monsters, and will correspondingly activate their own X gene with a certain probability.

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 said?"

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

"Wait until the day of the fair."

40. The origin of mankind

"You don't have to be ashamed of that, Vodice, stealing and robbery is a pride in this country."

Wednesday, holding a business card and a giant fruit basket in the other hand, babbled on Banner, who was wearing a hand-sewn suit by the side.

"That's ancient Greece in the past." Banner retorted weakly

Perhaps Greece is really the source of Western civilization. Leaving aside such things as the democratic system, the Western sons of Greece must have inherited their father's greatest tradition.

That is the cult of pirates and robbers.

The great heroes of Greek mythology, nine out of ten of you sneak out. According to the current point of view, they are either robbers or thieves or something else. Paris stealing Agamemnon's wife Helen will still be regarded as a hero, and the most famous The Argo was simply full of pirates.

"Even in Greece now, the same is true in the world today."

Wednesday lightly

"Civilization is just a disguise for everyone. Humans are no different from other creatures in the stars. Everyone is a beast, wearing the cloak of civilization, but in our nature, we are still beasts."

During the conversation, they had come to a small house that looked inconspicuous. Wednesday coughed and knocked on the door softly

"I'm coming!"

The voice from behind the door was an ordinary-sounding housewife, and the one who opened the door and walked out was indeed an ordinary, middle-aged housewife who looked very normal in an apron and a chef's hat.

Banner had a hard time judging how she looked because he couldn't describe it. This is an ordinary-looking woman, but it seems to be somewhat unreasonable. When you look at her seriously, all adjectives seem to be unable to describe her accurately.

If you have to say it, this is like a woman like a fog, colorless and invisible, filled with smoke and dust.

"long time no see!"

Wednesday saw the woman eager to hug him, but the latter was stunned for a moment, and then pushed Wednesday away indifferently.

"Why are you here? You are not welcome here."

"Really?" Wednesday laughed

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

"What? Black tea? Beer? Wine? A little brandy."

"Thank you, just a glass of water."

Banna, who was welcomed into the room by the woman, said cautiously, this woman named Pallas was not very friendly to Wednesday, but was very friendly to Banner.

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

Looking at the red wine in front of him with dissatisfaction on Wednesday, there is no doubt that it is definitely the best of the best. Even without the fake packaging of the so-called famous wineries, it can still sell good things at great prices in the market.

"There is no mead you want here, you should find it yourself in the barrels of Glenhael's fleet." Pallas said indifferently.

"You're so rude to a visitor - you see, I brought a gift you like."

Wed mentioned the fruit basket in his hand, but Pallas took it and threw it directly into the trash can

"I've received too many olives for so many years, too many to count." Pallas said blankly.

"I said back in the days of Agamemnon that I didn't want any olives in my tribute!"

"Then what should I give you?" Wednesday shrugged and said in a mocking tone

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

"I don't need much of what you said." Pallas glanced at Banner and said softly.

"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, Vodice can't, Vodice can't give it to you." Wednesday shook his finger

"I know you'll like him, and you're always happy with these human beings with infinite potential. But not Vodice, he has a more important mission."

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

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

"Never mind, Vodice. Pallas is just a teacher who likes to raise promising young people," explained Wednesday to the eccentric Banner.

"And she is indeed a very good teacher. Those uncut gems can always shine in her hands. Of course, it must be polished and tested hard enough."

"So, when are we going to find the person you're talking about?" Banner asked gently

Although the short trip had turned his worldview upside down several times, Banner still remembered his purpose for following Wednesday.

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

"Be patient, be patient, Pallas will lead us to him." Wednesday laughed

Pallas is back soon, only this time with a rolling pin in her hand that looks like she's using it as a weapon

"If you don't leave, I will expel you!" Pallas said with a blank expression.

"It doesn't matter if you are not hospitable, but we always have an account to settle." The old **** said Wednesday.

"I came to visit you while the master here was away, but Pallas, your father greeted me like that. I wonder if he really intends to go to war?"

Pallas was silent for a moment, then put away the rolling pin with a cold expression on his face.

"You might as well go see him yourself."

"Yes, I'd love to meet my old friend too, but the question is—how do I find him?" Wednesday spread his hands

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

"...Here's his business card."

Pallas, who seemed unbearable, threw a business card to Wednesday, and Wednesday, who took the business card, smiled brightly, and took Vodice out of here happily.

"Bruce Banner." Pallas said suddenly

Banner's face changed after being called by his real name, but Pallas then said softly.

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

"She's telling the truth, Vodice."

Looking at Banner on Wednesday, he said without shyness

"If you keep following 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 **** who deserves to be followed, a **** who is sought after and liked and who can get people what they want.

Banner hesitated at the door frame, but in the end, he left the apartment with Wednesday.

"Who is she?" Banner, who had left the apartment, finally couldn't help but ask

"She has a lot of names." Wednesday laughed

"Mistress, patron of war and victory, supreme craftsman, great maiden, source of engineering. Her name means heart and divine wisdom, and I call her name to mean dance and spear. Her devotees Not on the seventh day of the month, her messenger is an owl with an olive branch, her guardian is a snake, she is the tomb of heroes, and the greatest city in Greece is named after her."

"She is…"

"Yes, she is the name you want."

…

"What kind of thing is a god?"

Facing Casillas' question, Mordo, who was looking through the magic books, was silent for a moment, then closed the book and pulled out the other one next to him.