Marvel Gashapon Maniac

"I can almost materialize a submachine gun now." Fu You practiced in the room, materializing the gun he wanted in the void.

Fu You stretched, saying that he had almost managed to materialize some basic firearms.

"I'm tired, hmm... I'll browse the forums." Fu You decided to take a break and check out the forums.

I found an interesting post as soon as I opened the forum.

"I'm an Eastern gamer, and I'm really panicking right now. I feel some strange sensations flowing through my body." The commenter's name is [The Universe's Number One Doctor].

Many of the comments below suggested that the poster see a doctor, but he refused, saying that he himself is a doctor and a neurosurgeon.

Seeing this talisman reminds me of a superhero who won't appear for many years to come: Doctor Strange, Stephen.

Fu You was right; the one who sent the message was none other than the future Doctor Strange, Stephen.

As a renowned neurosurgeon, he was known for his pride. He got angry when he heard many of his subordinates saying that even if they played the game as precisely as Dr. Steve, they might not be able to beat it.

He then bought it to play with, and then... he had no choice but to kneel down.

The basic difficulty is manageable, but as the difficulty increases, dodging the bullet patterns becomes increasingly challenging, and even someone with his level of focus and precision can only try to get used to it.

Then playing against the Eastern Kingdoms became Steve's favorite hobby, and he usually liked to use Marisa.

Although they opted for character control instead of role-playing to accommodate the male audience, Steve still inexplicably developed a liking for this magical girl.

Just today, he suddenly felt something different in his body, as if it were flowing through his limbs and bones.

"What kind of disease is this? Why can't I find any disease with corresponding symptoms?" Steve searched through the information and took a sip of coffee with some frustration.

He didn't know if this change was harmful or not, so he could only turn to the all-knowing, silly netizens for help.

"I never expected you to gain magic so early. It's truly an unexpected twist of fate." Just as Steve was feeling troubled, a welding door opened in the air, and a bald woman in a yellow robe suddenly appeared in front of Steve.

1. As usual, I'm asking for all sorts of things.

2. It's rare that I haven't played chess, so I'm updating early.

3. Does anyone know when Honkai Impact 3rd 3.3 will be updated?

It's 4:12 o'clock, goodnight.

Chapter 14 Harry called the police

"Mr. Osborn, is this the one who was looking for me?" Peter, dressed in his Spider-Man suit, arrived at Harry's place and met him through the window.

“Spider-Man.” Harry smiled; he had finally met Spider-Man, just as he had always wanted.

“Come on, make yourself at home.” Harry sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine.

Peter sat down next door, silent.

"Peter told you about my situation, right?" Harry asked.

“Emmm, yes, he told me.” Peter felt a little strange about his answer.

“But…” Peter changed the subject: “I cannot give you my blood.”

"What?" Harry's expression froze, his face filled with confusion.

“Mr. Stark has tested the compatibility of my blood, and there are currently no other organisms that are compatible with my blood.”

Before setting off, Peter asked Mr. Stark to have his blood tested to see if it was safe for others to use.

It can only be said that young Peter was completely unaware of Stark's intentions. If Stark were a villain, he would have either cloned Spider-Man or found out who he was.

However, Tony had no opinion on this.

“I’ve seen demons fight aliens, and I’ve even witnessed quantum technology. Spider-Man is just a mutation.” Tony examined Peter’s blood without any further thought and concluded that he was an exception.

“But I’m already dying, and your blood won’t kill me again! What if I’m one in a million?” Harry roared angrily. His contract with Morpheus only delayed the onset of his illness; to recover, he still had to rely on Spider-Man.

“It might turn out even worse. I’ll ask Mr. Stark to help me find a solution to the toxicity problem,” Peter interrupted Harry.

He had prepared for the worst-case scenario of everyone being Spider-Man, but thinking about it carefully, with everyone being Batman and everyone being assassins, Spider-Man doesn't seem so new, does he?

Harry angrily slammed down his glass: "How much did Stark pay you? I'll pay double."

"What?" Peter was taken aback.

"You've been at Tistark all this time just for money, haven't you? Everyone knows he's rich. It's a blood auction now, isn't it?" Harry was blinded by rage, or perhaps by his illness or the influence of Mephisto, he was almost losing his mind.

“No…I…” Peter tried to argue several times, but after a moment of thought, he remembered the plan.

“Actually, the reason I’m not giving you my blood is because it has serious side effects…” Peter suddenly said seriously.

"W-what side effects?" Harry asked blankly, somewhat taken aback by Peter's tone.

Peter stood up as he spoke.

"After all, it's a mutation, so there are some side effects." Behind Peter's standing figure, something seemed to be wriggling and emerging.

"What is this thing!" Peter exclaimed in terror as he saw eight spider legs sticking out from behind him, his anger vanishing and replaced by fear.

The Spider-Man in front of him had turned into a monster with only half a human-like body. Harry stared in horror at the Spider-Man who had suddenly transformed in front of him, while the sky outside the window suddenly darkened and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

"What kind of monster are you! Don't come near me!!!"

Hearing the wails from upstairs, Tony, holding the equipment, and Thor, wielding the hammer in the background, were laughing so hard they were practically rolling on the floor.

"Your virtual illusion device is really powerful, just as useful as Loki's skill, hahaha." Thor slapped his thigh and laughed loudly.

"Your choice of Lei is pretty good, hahaha."

The two of them were laughing hysterically downstairs.

……

"You didn't see the expression on Osborn's face back then." Thor, back at the front desk of Avengers Tower, vividly imitated the expression to Steve, who was sitting in his office next to him.

"What's wrong, Captain? Organizing the files?" Tony asked, still smiling but not flustered, as he looked at the documents Steve was organizing.

“Let’s organize the recent files and see if there are any supernatural events.” Steve took the files out of the box and started flipping through them.

“Okay. We’ll help you with that too, we’ve got nothing else to do anyway.” Tony shrugged and took some of the documents.

As Tony was looking at the letters that the people of New York had recently sent to the Avengers, as well as the latest news from New York, Thor suddenly patted Tony on the shoulder.

"Look, isn't that the idiot over there?"

Following Thor's finger, Harry was walking straight toward Avengers Tower.

"You Avengers handle supernatural events, right? Hello, I'm Harry Osborn." Harry walked up to the group and introduced himself as he entered.

“Mr. Osborn, I was planning to visit you after hearing that the Osborn Group had a new leader, but I didn’t expect you to come by yourself today.” Tony stepped forward and shook hands with Harry.

"Is there anything we can do to help you?"

Harry gasped for breath and said haltingly, "What I'm about to say... please don't be afraid."

“We are superheroes, we are not afraid.” Tony pointed to the Iron Man figurine on the table, and Thor also took out his hammer and put it on the table.

"Please tell me."

Harry finally caught his breath and, with a familiar expression, said to the two of them, "I was just attacked by a spider monster."

Tony and Thor exchanged a glance, then asked curiously, "Which one is the spider monster?"

"Not any one of them, it's that Spider-Man who flies around on the New York City skyscrapers every day."

Thor, with a sudden realization, opened the folder, flipped through it, and took out a photo.

The photo shows workers cleaning windows and painting walls on high-rise buildings; they are generally called Spider-Men.

“No, I’m not talking about ordinary people, I’m talking about superheroes,” Harry quickly waved his hand.

Thor put that one away and then took out another.

The photo shows a group of assassins wearing white hoods doing parkour, attempting to assassinate aliens.

These are staged photos of some people from the Battle of New York.

"No, no, he swings between buildings using spider webs, it's not parkour."

Thor thought for a moment and then took out another one.

The photo shows a figure wearing a tight-fitting suit swinging through the air, but the black and white color scheme and the curvaceous figure are none other than Spider-Gwen.

“Where’s the spider silk? He has penises, and he’s a man,” Harry quickly emphasized.

Thor scratched his head in frustration, picked out a few pictures, and then took one.

The photo shows a muscular man in a tiger-skin skirt swinging on vines, like Tarzan.

"This?" Harry was dumbfounded. How could he have perfectly avoided the correct option?

Tony stopped him, snatched the photo from Thor's hand, and took out a pen to scribble on it.

The white pen simply painted the vines white.

“Spider silk,” Tony showed Harry.

"Spider-Man! Have you seen the New York newspapers? The one on the front page, the one swinging around in New York with his butt sticking up like Captain America's!" Harry roared in despair.

Steve, who was standing nearby, looked over.

"Sorry, Captain, no offense intended." Harry apologized and sat back down.

“We understand, please continue.” Tony reassured Harry, put down the folder, and listened to him.

“I originally planned to borrow some blood from him, but he immediately told me it was impossible. I tried to appeal to his emotions and he finally agreed, but then he told me that this ability has side effects.”

"He suddenly pulled down his underwear in front of me and transformed into a huge monster that looked like a zombie spider, with thunder constantly rumbling behind him. I was so scared I was like a coward..."

"Pfft." Thor couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Harry stared blankly at Thor: "What are you laughing at?"

“I’m thinking of something happy.” Thor composed himself.

"What happy thing?"

"I went to the East twice yesterday," Thor replied calmly.

"Pfft..." Tony couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at again?" Harry looked over curiously.

"I also went through two interviews yesterday."

Harry looked at the two of them with a blank expression.

"You guys fought a boss?"

"Yes, yes, yes... Pfft."

As they talked, the two of them laughed out loud again, but they had to hold it back in order not to give themselves away.

“It’s not a difficulty level, it’s basic difficulty.” Tony pointed at Thor.

Harry was furious; how could the Avengers be so unreliable?

"I'll say it again, I'm not joking!"

"Yes, yes... Pfft."

"Hey!"

Tony patted his face to maintain his composure; he couldn't let his smile run wild.

"Let's get back to the point. That Spider-Man you mentioned... does his butt really have the same shape as Captain America's?"

“It’s not a matter of whether he’s perky or not,” Harry quickly retorted, then fell into deep thought. “He’s the kind of person who, while not very muscular, has a great physique. It’s a pity I was thinking about blood at the time and didn’t get a good look at his body…”

"Pfft...cough cough." Thor couldn't help but laugh.

"You've gone too far! I've put up with you for too long!" Harry slammed his fist on the table in anger.

“I’ve been to the East twice,” Thor replied, hiding his face behind a file.

"You're clearly laughing at me! You haven't stopped!"

“Mr. Osborn, we are professional Avengers. We don’t laugh at anything, no matter how funny it is,” Thor replied with a serious expression.