In American comics: My Traveling Frog steals from all over the world!

……

That evening, at Yu Mu's villa.

The core members of the Illuminati gathered together.

"I've decided that our company is officially launching." Yu Mu looked around at everyone, his voice calm yet undeniable.

The company is named "White Pastor Workshop".

He looked at Queen Emma with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Emma, ​​you will serve as the CEO of 'White Shepherd Workshop,' with full authority over all company operations. Tony, you will temporarily serve as the Technical Director, responsible for product iteration and technical support."

Emma Foster, the former queen of the Hellfire Club, now had a gleam of excitement and ambition in her eyes.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

For her, power is important, but the true art lies in transforming that power into the authority to influence the world and set the rules. She dislikes fighting and killing; she prefers to manipulate her enemies on the unseen battlefield with wisdom and skill.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Yu." Emma rose gracefully and bowed slightly.

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately assumed the role of CEO, demonstrating astonishing business acumen.

"Our greatest asset is the vast legacy of the former Hand Association, including real estate, networks, and illicit businesses around the world. I will immediately set about integrating it and turning it into the company's initial capital."

Her voice was clear and powerful, and her thoughts were frighteningly clear.

"Our first goal is to make a splash. In two weeks, it's the Global Technology Expo, where the world's attention will be focused. We'll be exhibiting under the name 'White Shepherd Workshop,' using 'Mech Battle Pets' to completely revolutionize the landscape of the entire technology and entertainment industries!"

Seeing Emma's confident and radiant demeanor, Yu Mu nodded in satisfaction.

He knew he had found the most suitable swordsman.

……

After finishing his company business, Yu Mu went alone into the basement of the villa.

It's time to deal with some of the forgotten trash.

A damp, chilly air rushed in, a stark contrast to the luxurious, bright atmosphere upstairs.

In the deepest part of the cell, Norman Osborne sat quietly in a corner.

Unlike the crazed and violent Green Goblin from before, he now had clear eyes and a haggard face, looking like an ordinary middle-aged man whose energy had been drained.

Upon seeing Yu Mu appear, he struggled to stand up.

Then, to Morbius's astonishment, the chairman of the Osborne Group, a top New York tycoon, suddenly collapsed to his knees with a thud.

"Mr. Yu!"

Norman Osborne's voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with a humble plea.

"I'm willing to surrender! I'm willing to offer everything! The Osborn Corporation, all my research results, myself... just please... save me!"

Yu Mu looked at him with interest, but did not speak immediately.

He knew that there was only one reason why someone like Norman Osborn could completely abandon his dignity—despair.

These days, Dr. Morbius, following Yu Mu's instructions, has been instilling one thing in the "awake" Norman every day: Yu Mu's power and mystery.

But what truly broke Norman was the bait that Morbius threw out.

"Mr. Yu, perhaps there is a way to help you get rid of the 'Green Goblin' personality forever."

These words, like a divine decree, shattered Norman Osborn's last vestiges of pride.

He'd had enough!

He had had enough of the demon that roared in his head and drove him to do crazy things!

He yearns for freedom and to regain control of his life, and he is willing to pay any price for it!

"You're very smart, Norman," Yu Mu finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. "You know what your only valuable asset is."

He saw through Norman's ambition; even as the man pleaded, a glimmer of cunning lurked in his eyes.

But he doesn't care.

Because a true hunter never minds his prey making some presumptuous struggles before falling into his trap.

"I can help you," Yu Mu said slowly, "but not now."

He turned to Emma beside him: "Give him a temporary personality lock so he can be quiet for a while."

Emma understood, and her eyes shone with a dazzling diamond light.

An invisible spiritual force surged into Norman Osborn's brain, building an unbreakable mental barrier deep within his personality, and suppressing the insane personality known as "Green Goblin."

"At the same time, I will put a shackle on him. From now on, every thought of his will serve me."

Norman's body trembled violently, and then an unprecedented sense of relief swept over him.

He is free!

The incessant, frantic screams in my mind have vanished!

He greedily breathed in the air of freedom, tears streaming down his face.

He knew that he had simply jumped from one cage into an even bigger one.

But this new owner can at least give him the peace he craves.

After learning about the "White Shepherd Workshop" from Queen Emma.

"Mr. Yu!" Norman looked up, his eyes filled with fervent gratitude and submission. "From this day forward, the Osborn Group will become the most loyal vassal of 'White Shepherd Workshop'!"

……

Everything is back on track.

The pieces are in their places, and the chessboard is laid out.

In the dead of night, Yu Mu went alone to a secret room.

There was nothing here, only absolute darkness and silence.

He finally turned his attention to the most secret identity deep within his soul—the Hydra Child.

He closed his eyes and, following the memory that had been awakened, mobilized a trace of dark magic power within his body—a faint yet incredibly pure force.

It was a power completely different from anything he had learned or known; it was cold, eerie, and filled with an aura of decay and depravity.

He slowly traced this wisp of magic in the void before him, following an ancient and complex trajectory.

A rune, interwoven with snakes and skulls, possessing an eerie beauty, quietly took shape.

The moment the runes lit up, they emitted no light or sound, yet it was as if a long-silent ancient bell was being tolled in some unknown dimension.

An invisible beacon, transcending the barriers of space, quietly dissipated into the depths of the world's shadows.

The beacon contained only one ancient cryptic message.

"The ouroboros has awakened, and the Holy Son has returned to his place."