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"Did you make this up on the spot?"
She ruthlessly exposed Ian's lies.
"Name doesn't matter, as long as you're handsome!"
Ian was also incredibly skilled at sophistry, and it wasn't the first or second time his lies had been exposed. A person whose lies are frequently exposed is naturally good at sophistry.
"Take me on the swing quickly."
talking.
Ian jumped right into Gwen's arms.
"..."
Gwen instinctively caught Ian and noticed that Ian "adaptively" adjusted his lying position, the way he carried her in a princess carry could even be used as a Hollywood example.
"Is it possible that I need to hold onto the spider silk with both hands?" Gwen couldn't very well throw away her savior; she had come to a profound understanding of how the evil god could take advantage of her kindness.
I saw.
The words of tact had barely left her lips when Ian, like an eel, slipped from Gwen's embrace, climbed up her shoulder, and clung to her back.
“Don’t say ‘Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up’…” Gwen gave Ian a heads-up. In her merged memories of the old era, there were stories about Supergirl that Ian had told her.
"Okay, okay."
Eager to experience the extraordinary sense of accomplishment, Ian urged Gwen to press her hands against the wall and slowly climb upwards.
Extremely skilled.
The suction on her palms didn't come from tiny hairs, but from a special force within her body; Gwen could feel that energy flowing through her blood.
Climbing up the wall to the top, Gwen stood on the rooftop, looked around the city one last time, felt the wind on her face, and felt a lot of information carried to her by the wind.
That was information about what had happened in the city, in the places the wind blew through—Gwen was astonished to find that she could perceive every corner of the city it passed through simply by touching the wind with her skin.
"My spider sense... has it really turned into some kind of quantum sense?" Gwen glanced at the hand that was circling around her from behind, gripping her neck like a hanged ghost.
Her feelings were very complicated.
It was also quite exhilarating.
"Shh!"
As Gwen reached out her hand again, her figure blurred for a moment, and the next second, she appeared on another building ten meters away.
This kind of migration is like instantaneous teleportation.
"Space jump?"
Ian raised an eyebrow.
As the [Ian Mother], he cannot clearly understand what abilities the "seeds" bestowed upon others will nurture, nor is the [Mutation Overlord] a profession that enslaves others.
It's not necessarily a bad thing.
And it's quite reasonable.
After all, just as parents don't necessarily need to control their children, that would be incredibly suffocating, and any form of enslavement will inevitably be met with resistance from the enslaved.
That's the main theme of the American comic book universe. In fact, as long as the "descendants" can bring Ian benefits, Ian is already quite satisfied.
The evil god's manipulation techniques are far more efficient than enslaving others.
This is not.
If Gwen agrees to carry Ian today, she'll definitely agree to let Ian ride on her shoulders tomorrow. Sooner or later, Ian will be able to grab Gwen's pigtails and shout that exciting syllable.
"Xu~"
The thoughtful Ian remembered that Gwen disliked the "driving" sound. And just as Ian was harboring his own wicked thoughts, Gwen had already made several more leaps between buildings.
“I feel like this way of moving is more like ‘gliding along the threads of space,’” Gwen said, expressing her feelings as if she could clearly sense the fabric of the world.
Then, they "weave" their own web within the fabric of the world.
And on this web.
Gwen could do more than just move quickly. She tried again, this time splitting her body into three afterimages in mid-air, attacking three targets from different angles simultaneously.
There's a trash can that hasn't bothered anyone, a little electric scooter that looks like Doctor Strange's, and a giant axe that Thor left outside the Sanctum Sanctorum to chop fruitwood for barbecue.
They were affected at almost the same time.
"Schrödinger's Gwent? Gwent of quantum superposition?" Ian rattled off a few marketing terms he could think of. "I told you you're Quantum Spider-Man now!"
His voice was full of joy.
After all, the stronger Gwen is, the more experience points he can accumulate each day. Now that Ian can only rely on one familiar to level up, he naturally hopes that Gwen will be as strong as possible.
“I…I’m not quite sure, but I feel like I can do more.” Gwen herself was a little surprised. She took a deep breath and suddenly placed her hands on the ground.
boom!
Centered around her.
Countless silver-blue threads spread like waves, covering the entire block. Each thread was like an extension of her nerves, allowing her to perceive everything within its range.
Stray cats hiding in alleys, rats in underground pipes, even the movement of dust in the air. It's like a special realm where Spider-Man weaves his own information web.
"Is the Y-gene mutation really that strong?"
Gwen withdrew her power, slightly out of breath, but her eyes were bright, filled with incredible shock. She had never imagined that the power Ian had granted her would be so legitimate.
"Anyway, it's definitely stronger than the X-gene. You probably don't know what the X-gene is because the copyright for the X-gene has been sold." Ian has never found a real mutant in this world.
Even Tony, the teacher from the old days, had never learned about it, so he speculated that the mutant stories related to the X gene did not exist in the Marvel universe he possessed.
“Your speech is still so obscure and hard to understand.” Gwen led Ian back to the entrance of the Sanctum Sanctum, and then put Ian down, who had somehow ended up riding on her shoulders.
"Thank you."
She didn't criticize Ian for pushing his luck, but after calming down, she spoke sincerely, her bright eyes filled with complex emotions.
After absorbing the fragmented memories, Gwen also came to understand the concepts of bonds and friendship that Ian always liked to talk about. She felt that the evil god boy in front of her did have some shining points—they teamed up with each other several times, and most people might not have thought of this as friendship or bond.
however.
The boy in front of her was absolutely certain of this. Even though everything from the old era had vanished, he still remembered it and had saved her life several times.
A young evil god who values loyalty and righteousness?
Perhaps that's the case.
"Thank you for saving my life and giving me new power." Gwen's voice was soft, but earnest. Ian waved his hand dismissively, pretending not to care.
“It’s nothing, no need to be so formal. Just remember my kindness.” Ian’s words were still full of emphasis, as always, he wanted to spread his gratitude.
Gwen smiled.
"Don't worry, I'll remember."
She responded with a helpless expression.
“Good that you remember. Now I’ll have to test you.” Ian stared at Gwen for two seconds, then suddenly grinned and pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket.
He solemnly handed the paper, which he had prepared long ago, to Gwen.
"what is this?"
Gwen took the paper with a puzzled look, unfolded it, and her expression froze instantly.
I saw.
The paper clearly contained a composition assignment.
"On My Gratitude for the Kindness of the Great Being Ian—A Letter of Thanksgiving." At this moment, Gwen suspects that Ian has studied in some small country.
Further detailed requirements are below.
Thank-you notes should contain at least 50,000 English words.
[The content must include a detailed description of Ian's many acts of kindness, including saving lives, empowering, guiding, enlightening, and inspiring.]
[It must be done with genuine feeling and sincerity; perfunctory work is not allowed. Failure to complete the task or cutting corners will be labeled as "a heartless and ungrateful wretch" and sent for rehabilitation.]
Gwen's lips twitched; she couldn't have been more depressed.
She had originally wanted to get a little sentimental, but now she had no emotion left to express. Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth, put away the paper, and looked up at Ian, who was scrutinizing her.
"I'm very good at writing thank-you notes." Even the best linguists and reading comprehension experts would probably have a hard time deciphering the full range of emotions contained in Gwen's statement.
She had already started calculating in her mind how long it would take to write 50,000 words.
"Alright, alright, I knew you were genuinely grateful to me." Ian's expression, which had been somewhat scrutinizing, instantly changed, and he patted Gwen on the shoulder with a broad smile.
He has a very good grasp of leadership qualities.
"Is it just a thank-you note? Is there anything about moral decay or anything like that?"
Gwen stared at the evil god opposite her with a strange expression. Just as she was carefully choosing her words and preparing to ask what the true price of this power was,
"dududu~"
A piercing horn blared, interrupting her. Both of them turned their heads simultaneously and saw a truck bearing the words "Cutting-Edge Medical Equipment" parked in front of the Sanctuary.
"Here, here."
Ian immediately waved excitedly at the truck.
"Is this the second-hand medical equipment you ordered at an extra cost?" A middle-aged man poked his head out from the driver's seat of the truck, seemingly puzzled as to why there was no doctor in a suit waiting for him at the destination.
"Yes, yes, this is it! Move it in!" Ian removed the somewhat obstructive door of the Sanctuary and put it aside, clearing a wide enough passage for the goods to be moved.
"okay!"
The driver repeatedly checked that the house number was correct.
Seven or eight porters jumped out of the passenger seat—the Indians have a deep-rooted presence in the freight industry—and began to open the truck doors and carry out the arduous task of unloading.
Workers carried the heavy CT scanner slowly through the gates of the Holy See, the metal base scraping against the marble floor with a harsh sound.
"Be careful! This thing is worth ten years' salary for you!" the foreman yelled, wiping his sweat, completely unaware that he was moving modern medical equipment inside a magic temple.
"No, you're really opening a hospital?"
Under Gwen's somewhat astonished gaze,