He's Spider-Man in Marvel, but he insists I'm Superman.

"Peter, what's wrong?"

Seeing Peter's sudden serious expression, Tony couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just that what you said just now unintentionally reminded me."

"Perhaps magic really can cure Norman Osborn's family's hereditary disease!"

Peter instantly thought of Kamar-Taj in the Himalayas, the group of mages who studied magic and protected the world from invasion by other dimensions.

"Perhaps making Norman a mage would be a good option."

"After all, if you can't use magic, what are you calling Green Goblin!"

Out of respect for Harry, Peter decided to help them and cure their family's hereditary disease.

Once Peter made up his mind, he was ready to do it immediately. He was afraid that if he waited any longer, Norman might not be able to withstand the torment of the genetic disease and might turn into the Green Goblin.

"Peter, your reaction...you're not telling me that magic, this unscientific thing, actually exists in this world, are you?"

Tony looked at Peter's increasingly determined expression and asked incredulously.

He's a staunch scientist; magic is something he's only ever used as a joke.

But looking at Peter's expression now, he couldn't help but have wild thoughts: Could magic really exist?

"Magic does exist in this world, but it's not convenient to explain it to you right now. Please stay here and help Dr. Otto complete his artificial sun project."

"I'm going somewhere to take care of something, I'll be right back!"

After Peter finished speaking, he didn't give Tony any more questions and disappeared from the villa in an instant.

"This guy? Is what he's saying really true? Does magic really exist?"

At that moment, Tony's worldview was instantly and severely impacted.

……

at the same time.

At Norman Osborne's home.

"General Solokum, can you please help us? Lift the investigation into Osborn Technologies as soon as possible. Osborn Technologies cannot be allowed to collapse like this!"

Norman Osborne is speaking with high-ranking military officials he has worked with, seeking their assistance.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Osborn, because your company is involved with Spider-Man, not only are ordinary citizens outraged, but even high-ranking government officials dare not offend him at this critical juncture, so I apologize..."

"Please wait a moment, General Solokum..."

The other party ignored Norman's pleas and hung up the phone immediately after speaking.

Norman Osborn listened to the phone call that had already ended. His previously normal expression suddenly turned gloomy, and a green glow seemed to flash in his eyes.

"It's you again! That damn Super Spider-Man..."

His slightly crooked teeth were clenched so tightly that it seemed as if the words were being spurted out of his mouth with ferocity.

He gripped the phone tightly with his right hand, making it creak.

But suddenly, the fierce and gloomy expression on his face vanished, and his eyes became clear, though slightly bewildered.

"That feeling is back!"

A sense of helplessness crept into Norman's eyes.

Since his company was shut down, he has been under immense pressure every day.

As a result, his family's hereditary disease gradually began to manifest, causing his physical condition to deteriorate and even his mental state to frequently become confused.

And every night, I have the same nightmare.

In his dream, he stood in front of a mirror, but the figure reflected in the mirror seemed to be another version of himself, with a sinister and terrifying smile on his face, his eyes filled with madness, staring at him fiercely.

Recently, his nightmares have become even more intense. The figure in the mirror no longer just stares at him fiercely, but seems to be trying to pounce on him and pull him into the mirror.

"Do I really have no other choice but to agree to Kingpin's terms?"

Although Norman was willing to do anything to cure his genetic disease, he knew very well that the "beast" Kingpin spoke of might not be a god, but a terrifying demon.

If I agree to his conditions, my illness may be cured, but I'm afraid I'll have to sell my body and soul to that terrible demon.

Norman did not want to become the devil's slave.

So to this day, he is still making a final effort to use the power of science to treat his family's hereditary disease.

With that thought in mind, he picked up the phone again and dialed a special number.

The moment the call connected, Norman didn't even introduce himself, going straight to the point in a serious tone: "Any progress on the search for Project Extinction?"

"I'm sorry, sir, the other party is too well hidden. With the resources and manpower we can currently mobilize, I'm afraid we won't be able to find them in a short time..."

"Fuck you, what good are you guys?!"

Norman slammed the phone down on the table, a look of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Project Extinction was a special biotechnology project that he learned about after years of investigation.

It was after he inadvertently learned about Project Extinction that he sought out Tony Stark, who had contributed the key formula to Project Extinction, in order to get his help.

Unfortunately, even Tony Stark couldn't cure his family's hereditary disease.

"Is there really no other way?"

At that moment, Norman Osborn even felt like giving up.

"No, you have other options!"

Suddenly, a voice pierced Norman's ears, instantly putting him on high alert.

"Who is it?"

He turned abruptly and looked out the window.

A familiar figure appeared, floating outside a window dozens of stories high. He was initially shocked, but then his gaze turned hostile as he stared at the figure: "It's you? Super Spider-Man?"

"What are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at me?"

"No, I'm here to give you a special choice..."

"At the same time, I'll let you stab your butt with a knife, just to open your eyes!"

……

Two figures flew rapidly across the sky.

They sped across endless mountains and rivers, arriving at the vicinity of the world's highest mountain range—the Himalayas.

The next moment, two figures suddenly landed in a small town that looked very old and backward but was prosperous.

"Cough cough...where...is this?"

This was the first time Norman had experienced such a rapid flight without being on a private plane.

It has to be said, it was really exciting, so exciting that he almost drooled from below.

"Karmar-Taj, the place that can save you!"

Peter slowly opened his mouth, then released a powerful spider-sense.

"Karmar-Taj? Does this underdeveloped place really have the conditions to cure my family's hereditary disease?"

Norman, looking at the crowd of people dressed in coarse linen clothes and the incredibly backward environment around him, was filled with doubt about what Peter had said.

"Trust me and come with me!"

Peter's spider-sense quickly detected a spatial fluctuation at a certain location, and he immediately led the way without hesitation.

"Wait for me!"

Norman hurriedly followed, but what could he do now if he didn't believe him? After all, he hadn't brought any money with him when he came, and he couldn't even afford a plane ticket home.

"This is it, go knock on the door!"

Soon, Norman followed Peter to a very dilapidated-looking wooden door.

Of course, there was no robbery like Doctor Strange did during that time.

After all, who would dare to steal his Super Spider-Man? They'd be asking for trouble!

"Can this place really cure my family's hereditary disease?"

Norman's face was full of doubt, but at this moment, he had no other choice but to step forward and prepare to knock on the door.

But the door suddenly opened, revealing a shiny bald head—a mark of strength.

"Welcome, Super Spider-Man, Mr. Peter Parker, and Mr. Norman Osborn! It's an honor to have you here at Kamar-Taj!"

Even Peter was surprised that the Ancient One would personally come out to greet them.

……