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"But on the other hand, maybe not. You just need to show your ability in another way in my vision. For example, you can make your enemies cycle endlessly in a short period of time. I think there is no weapon more suitable for you than this. You will truly become an alien with powerful abilities." Duvati pointed out.

Moira is special, and Duva is really optimistic about her, even though Moira is no different from an ordinary alien now and is pitifully weak.

Moira's ability is obviously related to time. If this ability can be trained and used well, it might become a castrated version of the time gem, which will be the nightmare of all enemies who cannot jump out of the time dimension.

To round it off, this is another Death Girl who can temporarily hold back a strong enemy.

"Time loop..." Moira was confused and had roughly found the direction, but she still needed some time to think about what to do specifically.

Duval didn't bother her anymore.

"Gloria, send me a new round of recruitment notice. Our power is expanding rapidly and we need more talented people."

Duva hired an ordinary assistant who was responsible for copywriting work.

Gloria Grant was originally a good friend of Peter Parker in the West City Apartment. After Peter's confused death, Gloria was very sad for a while. She originally planned to join the Daily Bugle, but finally chose to join Weyland Corporation.

Gloria, wearing a standard professional women's outfit and holding a document in her hand, walked in meticulously. As for the aliens surrounding Duva, Gloria was able to look them in the face without changing her expression.

After all, in the Weiland Building, there are also many ordinary people coming and going. They come from major companies or organizations, trying to reach an agreement with Duva.

"Boss, recruiting people is never a problem. The problem is what kind of people to recruit. People with super powers or mutants? Or scientists and engineers with special abilities?"

Gloria showed Duva a list of names of people in a very competent manner: "The company recruited 17 people last month, all of whom are experts in management and copywriting, so when we deal with other companies, we won't have a problem of lack of manpower."

"Believe me, Gloria. Even if we're dealing with aliens instead of humans, they will still try their best to smile and try every way to curry favor with us. We have what they want. Who would go against longevity or safety?"

Duval watched the woman pour herself a cup of water and nodded slightly: "Focus on one person, Jane Foster, a young astrophysicist."

"Okay, Boss." Gloria searched her brain and confirmed that she had never heard of this woman. Although she was confused, her good professional ethics prevented her from questioning her boss.

Just as Gloria was about to carry out the order.

"I heard that Peter Parker is a very outstanding high school student. He is smart, cautious, and low-key. He possesses all the qualities of an excellent scientist." Duvall talked about this person as if he was chatting.

Gloria looked gloomy: "Yes, unfortunately he is dead. I attended his funeral."

"There is more than one way for life to exist. When a person dies, he may be reborn in another form." Dua took a sip of boiled water, feeling the heat in his mouth, and spoke comfortably.

Gloria was smart, she opened her mouth in disbelief and understood what Duva meant.

Gloria is able to quickly rise to prominence in Weiland Corporation, and she is not the kind of naive person who knows nothing about the dark side.

"Alien? Is this possible?" Gloria muttered, imagining in her head that an alien with Peter Parker's genes suddenly jumped out from his lifeless body, and her scalp suddenly felt tingling.

She knew that if it were a druid, he would definitely agree with this change, but she still found it hard to accept it.

Duva didn't care what was going on in her mind.

Last time, after learning from Mordo that the Inheritors had killed Peter Parker, Duvall had already sent the Alien to Queens to search for Peter Parker's body parts, and successfully found them.

As long as Duva wanted, he was fully capable of creating a Peter alien, but there was obviously no need to do so now.

Spider-Man, whose spider totem was eaten by his successor, did not activate the molting skill and could not resurrect himself. Even if Duval forcibly created an alien with the same genes, it would be meaningless.

At least not until that big event breaks out.

Since there are Dinosaur Spider-Man, Pig Spider-Man, Toei Spider-Man, and Mecha Spider-Man among Spider-Mans, it is only natural and normal that an Alien Spider-Man will mix in in the future.

When the Spider-Union sends out a recruitment notice to all Spider-Men in the multiverse, that is when Duvall manually creates the Alien Spider-Man.

……

In an RV on the edge of the desert.

Jane Foster was concentrating on her computer.

"Are you still waiting for a reply to your email? I really don't understand why you are interested in a monster company like Weyland. With your ability, I wouldn't be surprised if you joined the Stark Group in the future. Why are you obsessed with Weyland? Even if you are interested in the biological company, the Osborn Group is also a good choice."

Friend Louise obviously couldn't understand Foster's choice.

She didn't quite understand why an excellent and promising astrophysicist would be so interested in a company that should be in the biology-related field.

"I always feel like I missed an opportunity, Louise, do you understand that feeling?"

Foster hugged his legs, curled up in the chair, and stared at the computer screen with blurry eyes, which remained motionless.

Louise shouted, "Are you still dwelling on that? That was definitely not an opportunity! Even if the Thor who came to Earth that night was very close to where we were, almost brushing past us, it was not something we could get involved in! Have you forgotten what happened afterwards? That desert was shattered by the terrible battle. We went there many days later and saw the traces of the battle with our own eyes!"

Foster just shook her head silently. She had thought about it countless times. If they had driven a little faster or slower that night and successfully talked to Thor, would their fate be different now?

It should be said that it will definitely be different.

Foster is full of desire to learn about the World Tree. The young scientist wants to know how different dimensions are constructed, the distribution locations of the nine worlds, and the detailed composition of the World Tree.

This is a fatal temptation for an astrophysicist.

But unfortunately, missed is missed. Foster did not meet Thor. They were just like helpless ordinary people. When they noticed that the dangerous guys were fighting, they drove their cars desperately and fled into the distance.

"This company - called this organization, controls the aliens and is willing to distribute them to its employees. They have also reached a close cooperation with Asgard and can frequently use the Rainbow Bridge..."

Foster's eyes sparkled. "If I can join here, maybe I can become an alien, have a strong body, endless energy and time, and then explore the unknown outside the earth as I please."

"You're absolutely crazy!"

"I'm not crazy. This is just a reasonable speculation based on reasonable logic. Look, my wait was not in vain. Weiland Company responded to my resume. I succeeded!!"

Foster sprang to his feet, hopping and jumping even though his head had hit the roof.

She immediately packed her bags, bought the nearest flight ticket, and rushed to New York.

When Foster entered Wieland, the magical scene she had imagined of an alien sitting at the front desk, extending its fingers strong enough to tear through steel, quickly tapping the keyboard, and completing her entry procedures did not appear.

It was true that there were aliens passing by, but the person handling her business was an ordinary human being.

"Jane Foster, your confidentiality level is higher and you need to go to the 92nd floor." The ordinary receptionist originally had a standard fake smile on her face, but after checking, her expression changed instantly, with more respect and fear.

Foster didn't understand, and after reaching the 92nd floor, he became even more confused.

"What does this mean? I was parasitized right after I arrived? I heard that this is a very valuable opportunity with a limited number of places. Why did I get parasitized right after I arrived..."

Foster stared at the huge alien egg in front of him with a confused look on his face and fear in his heart. This is the instinct of life towards the unknown.

But again, since Foster came in here, she had no other way to go.

"I knew this wasn't some kind of humanitarian aid organization after all... It looks like I have no choice."

Foster accepted the parasitism reluctantly, even though it was a scene she had fantasized about in her dreams, where she would get the opportunity that countless people longed for and become a superhuman.

But what happened next still puzzled Foster. She followed a woman into a secret room and pointed at the hammer in front of her in shock.

"What, you actually want me to lift this hammer? Don't try to fool me, this should be Thor's weapon! I don't believe you would have the bad taste to make a fake one just to deceive a newcomer like me!" Compared to lifting this thing, Foster wanted to study it more clearly as a scientist.

"Yes, it is Thor's weapon, but if you can lift it, you are Thor, and it is your weapon from now on." Gloria looked confident, as if she was full of confidence in Foster, but this was fake.

She was also wondering why this woman was qualified to touch Thor's hammer?

You know, the extremely powerful Sentinel came to try it in the morning, but he was totally unable to lift it!

(End of this chapter)

81. Chapter 81: Parasitic tribe, right? Who can’t copy homework?

Chapter 81: Parasitic tribe, right? Who can’t copy homework?

Ever since Gloria gave up the Daily Bugle and chose to join Weyland Corporation, her purpose has been clear and definite: she absolutely does not want to die inexplicably and confusedly like Peter Parker.

According to the police investigation, no one can figure out how Peter Parker died and who killed him.

This made Gloria feel scared. She wanted to feel safe. As long as she had strong power and a powerful background, she would not end up like her good friend Peter.

What's more, if she could join Weyland Corporation, she would have the opportunity to use Duval's power to find out the real murderer who killed Peter Parker.

Gloria did find some clues and was quickly promoted to become the chief assistant of Weyland Building. She had access to higher-level confidential information. Now she knew that Peter Parker's death was not an accident, but a carefully planned murder.

But Gloria is not qualified to investigate who the murderer is now, which makes her realize that the other party is an extremely powerful super-powered person.

But how strong is he? Is he like Dormammu or Laufey? Is he a legendary god?

"I will not question the boss's decision. Likewise, neither should you. You just need to accept the order and execute it. This is what you should do. Giving your all is a matter of attitude. Whether you can do it or not is a matter of ability. You are a smart person."

Gloria stared at Foster, her eyes falling on Thor's hammer from time to time. If possible, she would like to lift this artifact and become Thor, but unfortunately she was not qualified.

What would it feel like to possess divine power? Gloria didn't know.

Foster looked puzzled, but his face still revealed a desire for the unknown. This adventurous scientist reached out and grabbed Thor's hammer.

"Only those with extremely pure hearts and divine nature are qualified to pick up this hammer." Gloria suddenly said.

Foster began to recite silently in his mind, and then exerted force suddenly.

hum!

After a slight sound, she lifted up Thor's hammer with incredible ease. This seemingly heavy hammer seemed to be just the right weight in Foster's hand.

"I... I succeeded? Didn't they say that this hammer cannot be lifted by anyone other than Thor? I succeeded in one try. Does this mean that I am already Thor?"

Foster was stunned at first, shocked by this reality, and then he was surrounded by great joy. After all, who doesn't want to be a god? Even if it's a little inexplicable, it doesn't matter. Becoming a god first and then looking back to explore the reasons for success is also the best choice.

Gloria was also confused and stunned. She even reached out her hand to grab it in disbelief, but confirmed that she still couldn't move Thor's hammer at all, which made her completely discouraged.

"The facts have once again proved that Duva is right. You have the qualifications to become the God of Thunder. Although I don't understand the principle behind it, can an ordinary physicist like you also possess godhood?" Gloria quickly calmed down.

This was the first time Foster had heard of the concept of godhood.

But Foster could at least be sure that she was not the half-human, half-god hybrid, because her parents were both ordinary humans.

"I shouldn't need to do a paternity test with my parents..." Foster said subconsciously, feeling the endless power coming from Thor's hammer, which made her body become extremely strong, as if she had endless strength.

Foster could even feel the free electrons in the air around her. As long as she wanted, she could control them instantly and create amazing lightning.

Thor's hammer, which is difficult for ordinary people to touch, is like a well-behaved child in her hands.

"Godhood has nothing to do with bloodline, but only with qualifications. You are already a god now. Look at the lightning on your body." Gloria's face also showed deep envy.

She didn't understand, but was deeply shocked.

Foster's footprints were filled with sparks and electricity, and because of the divine power of lightning, deep scorch marks were left on the ground.

"I can't quite control my own strength. It's a weird feeling. I don't think you guys will blame me..." Foster muttered softly.

But maybe it was because of the alien larva in his chest, but Foster was always able to use his amazing instincts to mobilize every smallest unit in his body within his limited cognition, to make relatively reasonable actions and strive to control his divine power.

Foster met Duva. This was the first time she saw Duva in person. Before that, she had only seen reports about Duva on TV and on the Internet.

The throbbing in his chest made every nerve in Foster's body instinctively behave respectfully towards Duva.

It's really scary, no wonder he can control all the aliens, Foster thought, feeling that maybe he should learn something about neurology, and then he trembled uncontrollably and bent over with excitement.

"As for compensation, don't worry about it. I'm not that stingy. Such a big company is meant to serve people like us, not for us to serve the company. This order cannot be reversed."

Duva looked at the woman in front of him, with no surprise on his face, only satisfaction.

Thor, Mjolnir, and Thor, these three kinds of thunder gods, looking at the entire multiverse, can always lift Thor's hammer.

"I'm pleased that you didn't let me down, nor did you become one of the rare exceptions. From now on, you are the new Thor, and this hammer, Mjolnir, will become your exclusive weapon. No one except me can take it away from you," said Duva.

There was a sense of understatement in his tone, and his words seemed to be dividing the chips on the gambling table, and he gave the largest share to Foster, the newcomer.

"This... I... ah, thank you, but I still don't quite understand, why are you so sure that I can lift Thor's hammer? Haven't you ever thought that I might fail?" Foster was incoherent, somewhat unable to adapt to Duval's clean and direct style.

"If you fail, you can also work for me as a physicist. It's that simple. I welcome all kinds of talents." Dewar said, "I believe you can do it, and you can do it."

Duva was satisfied that his team had added a new strong force.

But Thor, who was in Nivida, went from being satisfied to being less satisfied.

He also got his new weapon, Stormragen. This thing was much more powerful than Thor's hammer, and it was huge in size. Thor felt very satisfied just holding it with both hands.

"It would be better if the handle of this thing was made of wood. Maybe it would be more comfortable to use." Thor kept swinging the axe. With any swing, he could shoot out a beam of divine power with a diameter of tens of kilometers from the axe blade, giving people the illusion that it could split a planet in half.

This was just the result of his casual swing. If he had swung it out with all his strength, it would have caused such terrible damage that it was simply unimaginable.

Not to mention, Stormrage can also summon the Rainbow Bridge, allowing Thor to teleport anytime and anywhere.

"A wooden handle? What's so good about that? There's plenty of uru metal. A fully integrated axe like this is the best weapon."

The dwarf king Etri disagreed with Thor's aesthetics and even sneered at him: "Unless you bring me a branch from the world tree, I will attach it to your axe, but it's too late to say that now."

Thor smiled confidently. He was just saying it casually. In fact, he was already very satisfied with this weapon.

Through this artifact, the power of Thor that he wielded increased several times at this moment, rapidly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The explosive divine power surged around Thor's body, spreading out continuously.

It is foreseeable that the current growth is far from the end. As long as Thor works hard to improve himself, he will continue to become stronger in a short period of time.

"Mortal Thor is a thing of the past. From now on, I am still Thor, the God of Thunder, and even stronger!"