Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Before Herman could finish speaking, Peter had already roughly torn open his red and yellow bodysuit.

Tearing open the unknown composite cushioning material, the next second, hundreds of crystal blue batteries, each the size of a button cell, appeared before Peter.

hiss~

Peter couldn't help but gasp.

You're a tough guy, kid!

He pointed at the batteries, his voice trembling slightly:

"Aren't you afraid that these things might short-circuit or get pierced by an external force while you're fighting, and then 'boom,' blow you into fireworks?"

"No way! Absolutely not!"

Hermann's tone was filled with absolute confidence:

"I conducted numerous tests during the development of this solid-state battery, and it possesses absolute stability! Even if you puncture it directly with a nail, it will only fail; it will never catch fire, much less explode..."

As Peter listened to Herman's account, he felt his vision blurring.

With such amazing technology in your hands... what are you going to do with it?

Making mobile phone batteries can make mobile phone manufacturers all over the world kneel down and call you daddy!

Making electric cars could revolutionize the entire automotive industry in no time!

And this guy actually used this incredible skill to... rob a bank?!

At that moment, he really wanted to transform into Li Yunlong and give this guy a thumbs up:

Hey, you're a fucking genius!

……

If Peter had previously only intended to recruit this guy as a tool, with a "take it or leave it" mentality...

Now, his thinking has completely changed.

Looking at the "useless" man trembling on the ground from the pain and fear, Peter felt as if he were looking at a super gold mine that was inexhaustible.

Talent!

As long as he could firmly grasp Hermann Schulz and his battery technology, wouldn't his previously envisioned business empire instantly have an unshakeable and solid foundation?

Hermann Schulz.

After a long silence, Peter finally spoke.

His voice was deep and magnetic, with a peculiar allure.

Do you think robbing a bank is the only way out for you in life?

Herman was completely stunned upon hearing this.

He truly hadn't expected that this demon, who had just viciously broken his wrist, would suddenly say something like that.

After a long silence, Hermann finally spoke with a bitter expression:

"I...I'm really desperate. I've been to jail at least five times for theft, and no company is willing to hire me."

I told them about the technology I possessed, but no one believed me; they just thought I was crazy…

If given a choice, and unless one is utterly disillusioned with this rotten world, who would want to be a notorious thief constantly on the run from the cops?

"I believe you!"

Peter suddenly spoke up:

"I have witnessed your talent!"

I'm also willing to give you a chance, a chance for you to truly realize your value and for your talents to finally shine.

At that moment, even the wind in the alley seemed to stop.

Herman stared blankly at Peter, clearly feeling his heart pounding wildly!

"What...what do you want me to do?" Hermann's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Upon hearing this question, Peter slowly stood up, looking down at him as if a god were gazing down upon his believer:

"It's simple, just work for me."

"With your battery technology, plus some ideas in my head, we can absolutely build a business empire that is no less powerful than Osborn Corporation, Hammer Industries, or Stark Industries!"

I will make you incredibly wealthy, acquiring a level of wealth that 99.99% of people in this world could never attain in their entire lives.

You will be revered by thousands; those who once looked down on you will now be forced to kneel and lick your shoes!

Chapter 27 Herman: My God, is it really that amazing?

Looking at Peter, who was completely covered up, Herman's mind went blank.

Happiness... or rather, shock, came far too suddenly.

Working for the "arbitrators"?

To be honest, Peter's impassioned speech earlier really moved him.

But after his initial excitement, the sharp pain in his hands forcibly pulled his attention back to reality.

The man in front of me is unpredictable and ruthless. Will following him really lead to a good end?

And... his hands have already been crippled!

If I'm like this, I'm no different from a useless person. What value can I create for him?

Looking at Hermann, whose expression was shifting between anger and uncertainty as he stared at his hands, Peter easily guessed what he was thinking.

He then chuckled softly and said:

"You still seem to doubt my abilities."

As he spoke, Peter reached out and placed his hand on Herman's twisted and deformed hands.

"Watch closely."

Herman instinctively looked over.

The next second, he saw a scene he would never forget.

A soft, warm white light emanated from Peter's palm.

The light seemed to possess life, sacred and pure.

Peter gently placed his glowing palm over Herman's twisted and deformed left wrist, where the bones were protruding from the flesh.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable warm current spread rapidly from my hands to my whole body.

The excruciating pain that had penetrated to the bone was subsiding at an incredible speed!

Under Hermann's astonished gaze.

His fingers and wrists, which had been forcibly broken and completely twisted into a pretzel shape, were resetting themselves at an astonishing speed!

The broken bones healed rapidly under the white light, and the torn flesh began to grow back quickly and was completely intact!

In just three to five seconds, his crippled hands miraculously returned to normal.

Herman carefully moved his fingers, which moved nimbly and freely, as if the excruciating pain he had just experienced was merely a nightmare.

"This...this...this..."

Hermann's mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg, and he made a series of incomprehensible syllables in his throat, as if his brain had completely shut down.

After a long while, Hermann finally stammered out:

"You... could you be an angel?"

To Herman, who had little experience of the world, this almost miraculous treatment was something only a god could do.

Furthermore, Peter's earlier self-proclaimed title of "The Judge" naturally reminded Herman of figures like the angels of judgment in Christian mythology!

"If I were to cosplay that thing, I should probably change into a platinum-gold battle suit."

Peter chuckled and made a sarcastic remark, then patted Herman on the shoulder and said:

"Now, Herman, tell me your choice!"

"Do you want to continue being a rat in a stinking ditch, or work for me and become someone you never even dared to dream of before?"

thump!

Without any hesitation, Hermann Schulz knelt on one knee and awkwardly placed his hand over his heart in a gesture of allegiance.

"Boss, thank you for giving me the opportunity to reform. I am willing to follow you! As long as you give the order, I am willing to do anything for you except murder and arson."

"Don't worry, I won't let you go killing or setting fires."

Peter reached out and helped him up from the ground, a small gesture that warmed Herman's heart.

This loser, who used to be looked down upon wherever he went, experienced respect for the first time.

Just as Hermann was deeply moved, Peter's next words stunned him:

"If I want to kill someone, I usually do it on the spot, without my men having to make an extra trip."

Hermann: ...

If Peter was previously seen as a saint bathed in golden light, now he sees Peter as a being half angel and half demon.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Hermann snapped out of it, swallowed hard, and asked:

"Boss, what do we need to do now?"

Peter's ears twitched under his hood, and he vaguely heard the bell ringing from the direction of Midtown High School—lunch break was almost over.

After thinking for a moment, he first took out his wallet and put all the hundred-yuan bills inside into Hermann's hand, then said:

"First, find a place to tidy yourself up, and then..."

"I'll give you one week to make a new battery of the same size, but with only about 20% of the capacity of the batteries you have on you, and then submit the relevant research data to me. Can you do it?"

"No problem, boss!" Herman couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat as he received the money. He had a feeling that no one in the world had ever cared about him like this since his parents died.

He nodded hastily, then hesitated for a moment before asking: