Reid sped through the streets of New York City, his mind spiraling into fusion.

  ‘This is getting out of hand.’

  From an ordinary person's perspective, what Reid was doing now seemed more and more extreme. He had bee a true vilin, willing to do anything to achieve his goals.

  He had seemingly abandoned the values he had developed in his past life, being someone pletely selfish and self-serving.

  Martin Li, the future Mister ive, a super-vilin in Spider-Man’s story, a mafia boss—was gone just like that; when he was still young and unaware, Reid had wiped him out.

  Turo ashes by a fatal ser.

  Reid g his hands. These hands had gripped Martin Li's neck. Evehe boy screamed in pain, Reid showed no mercy, turning him into dust.

  "Ha..."

  Reid exhaled sharply, his gaze hardening once more. He wasn’t sure if what he did was right, but ohing was certaihing he did was for his own sake.

  If he were an ordinary person living in the Marvel world, clueless about the dangers lurking around him, an enter with a super-powered criminal could end his life in fusion.

  But he wasn’t ordinary.

  He knew how this world would unfold, how many crises it would face.

  He refused to die! He would not accept his death!

  It wasn’t about returning to his inal world—he wasn’t that naive. He simply wao live well in this world.

  If the price was hands stained with blood, then so be it. He would be covered in blood if he had to.

  He was determio outst everything. Even if gods fell, he would remain standing.

  Reid turhe car around and drove toward Otto’s home.

  With the trust between Norman and Otto shattered, and Otto now fag the selfish side of his own nature, the necessary ditions for their deal had been successfully met.

  ……

  At Otto's house.

  After his plete break with Norman, Otto returned home. However, as he crossed the doorway, he stumbled over the low threshold, almost falling to the ground.

  Otto paused for a moment, then anger fshed across his face. He smmed his fist hard into his thigh, gritting his teeth through the paiill cursing loudly.

  "Useless thing, getting in my way like this!"

  Otto was a man of iy, but he was also incredibly proud. He sidered himself among the most intelligent people in the world and took pride in his wisdom.

  But his only dissatisfa was with his body, which didn't match his intellect.

  From the moment he was born, his physical abilities were below those of ordinary people. At first, he thought it was just a differen eople were good at, but gradually, he realized something was wrong.

  His brilliant mind seemed uo properly trol his body.

  His limbs were always out of his trol, failing him at critical moments. It was a burden, and fenius who prided himself on his intellect, it became a lifelong shame.

  Later, through self-study in medie, Otto ducted a thh examination of himself.

  He eventually discovered that since birth, he had been suffering from a neurologibsp;disorder.

  This disease hindered his brain from properly sending ands to his body, turning it into a burden on his intelligence.

  And as he aged, the dition would only worsen. In the end, he would be permaly bedridden, capable of thought but uo do anything else.

  From that moment on, Otto had made it his life's goal to perfect his fwed body. His dream was to use teology to create the perfect human limbs to repce his owive ones.

  So he studied chips, circuits, new materials, and meical structures.

  To the world, he seemed like a stist devoted to the adva of humanity. But deep down, everything he pursued was solely for himself. Every field of research he dived into was just aep toward overing his body's limitations.

  "Damn it!"

  Tears of frustration streamed down Otto’s face as he colpsed onto the couch.

  ‘If only I had Luthor's level of intelligence.’

  Reid had deliberately left Norman with an optimized version of the serum projeot only did it push Norman into reckless desperation, leading to his downfall, but it also forced Otto tnize a painful truth—there were differences even among geniuses.

  It was only after personally studying the serum that Otto realized Luthor wasn't just dug research. He erf miracles.

  Something that should have beeically impossible with current stific advas, Luthor had forced it into reality using nothing but the knowledge of the present.

  A man capable of creating miracles at will… Just how terrifying was such a person?

  Otto didn’t dare imagi. But he e.

  ‘If I had that kind of intelligence, maybe then I could have fixed this broken body of mine.’

  As Otto was lost in thought, a sudden knock at the door snapped him back to reality.

  He wiped his tears, straightened up and walked over to a.

  Standing outside was Luthor—or rather, Reid.

  "Luthor? What brings you here?"

  Otto didn't move aside, but Reid simply squeezed in, casually iing Otto's home while speaking.

  "Naturally, it's for both of our futures, isn't it?"

  Fag Luthor's btant intrusion into his home without permission, Otto rolled his eyes. This was very much like Luthor.

  After personally p a gss e juice for Luthor, Otto sat down across from him.

  "So, what exactly did you do with that child?"

  Reid didn’t ato’s question directly. After sipping his e juice, he replied, "If you still want to be able to eat breakfast tomorrow, I suggest you don’t ask me to describe the se from that moment... The e juice tastes good."

  Even though he didn’t say anything, Otto could roughly guess what Luthor had done.

  However, seeing that Luthor seemed pletely ued, Otto let out a soft sigh.

  With an oppo like this, Norman’s loss in the petition was almost iable.

  "Tell me, Luthor. What exactly do you want to do? You don’t seem like someone who enjoys pying games and wasting time."

  "I like your direess, Otto," Reid said, his tone suddenly more serious. "Since you’re being blunt with me, I’ll be too."

  He straightened up, log eyes with Otto, and spoke slowly, "Name your price for your shares, and I’ll help you achieve your dream."

  "My dream?" Otto chuckled.

  To him, this was typical of Luthor's business dealings—this smart guy, apparently, was also impulsive when it came to matters of i.

  Only he was fully aware of his own physibsp;dition.

  Luthor, knowing nothing of it, eaking out ency to strike Norman down.

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