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"You really did guess right about the God Chosen, but what exactly does the Master… ah no, what does the Boss want to do?"
After Karl's consciousness body withdrew from the dimension space, Khorne eagerly leaned over to Tzeentnch and asked:
"Why are we only allowed to choose extreme individuals this time and bestow negative power?"
Then Khorne pointed indignantly at the Emperor, who had once again transformed into a pale Sun and hung directly below the mind stone, "Also, why isn't that guy included in this mission?"
"The Master is unknowable, unobservable, unforeseeable, uninfluenceable, and unshakeable!!"
Tzeentnch pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, clearly not wanting to bother with the guy whose brain was full of muscles, and said mysteriously:
"I only know that the Boss wants us to maintain duality, because only then can we better share His burden."
With that, he began to select the most suitable target from the "stars in the sky."
"You damn well better explain it clearly…"
Khorne roared angrily, "What I hate, hate, HATE the most is a riddle bird like you!"
Then he also hurried to join the ranks of selecting the God Chosen.
Because the deadline Karl gave was quite tight, the Four Lackeys could only temporarily give up those "good seedlings" who had great potential but no abnormal emotional fluctuations recently.
Instead, they meticulously selected among the "sparks" with the strongest reactions…
At this moment, the Emperor, who was originally hanging in the "sky," transformed back into human form and then came to Khorne's Brass Throne.
Looking at the Blood God, who was hanging upside down under a large banner, his eyes filled with terror, he spoke in a voice that sounded like two pieces of sandpaper constantly grinding against each other:
"Heretic, I'll only say this once, immediately tell me everything you know?!"
Finally—
Khorne surprisingly came from behind and was the first to determine his target.
His gaze pierced through a fiercely burning "spark" and locked onto a young girl in the real World who was attending her father's funeral in the pouring rain.
Her heart was filled with unspeakable "hatred" and an impulse to release suppressed emotions through killing.
There was simply no one more suitable for Khorne than this girl!
And Nurgle's gaze locked onto a man in sunglasses in a secret laboratory, attempting to fuse several viruses together…
Slaanesh gazed wistfully in the direction Karl had left, sensually licking the corner of his mouth before reluctantly withdrawing his gaze and heading straight for an exceptionally bright "spark."
It seemed this was a target he had already locked onto.
His delicate, fair fingers lightly stroked the "black halo" symbolizing a certain extreme emotion.
A demonic smile appeared on his ever-changing face, "Emma Russell, I've been watching you for a long time."
"Go forth, act as you believe in your heart…
Only by making those who ignore you pay a heavy price will they truly realize that you are right, and your thoughts are not extreme!"
"And you, too, will gain ultimate pleasure from death…"
Unexpectedly.
Tzeentnch, the "intelligence Responsible" among the Four Lackeys, was the last one to make his choice.
No wonder.
Because there were simply too many options to choose from.
"Fools, you don't understand at all, My Lord is not concerned with temporary gains or losses, but with a longer-term plan."
Tzeentnch first glanced at the other three who were gloating, and then paused one by one among several promising candidate "sparks."
Among them were junior mages with grievances…
There was a Pirate girl who had been given super high intelligence through Compound V…
There was a playboy whose self-esteem was severely damaged in a certain battle and who was eager to create brand new battle armor…
There was a dwarven scientist whose consciousness was "trapped" in a giant computer and who attempted to eliminate dissenters using intelligent algorithms…
And there was a CEO of a listed company who attempted to explore the mysteries of the Universe, unlock the human genetic code, and free his mother's soul from a certain Demon Lord, and so on…
However.
Tzeentnch ultimately chose a down-and-out actor hired to impersonate a big shot, who spent his days performing horror scenes in front of cameras.
Because deep within this worthless man's heart, he saw a long-suppressed and unexpressed ambition.
Compared to other candidates, this lying actor could clearly bring about greater change.
And change meant infinite possibilities, which was undoubtedly Tzeentnch's favorite…
At present, this small and humble down-and-out actor seemed to only lack a little encouragement and hope to officially take that step of challenging his limits.
Very good, let the gears of fate turn!
...
"I never thought that the nonsense I casually spouted to Ancient One back then would actually come true?"
After withdrawing from the Warp, Karl sat in his boss chair and couldn't help but laugh wryly.
Because the appearance of the Emperor seemed to perfectly "close the loop" on the boast he had made to Ancient One before.
That's right, "Four Lackeys + Emperor" is exactly equal to "Four Loki + Demon God Body"!
It was based on this consideration that Karl had specifically not allowed the Emperor to participate in the test just now.
Perhaps this is the true embodiment of what people often say: "For every lie you tell, countless more lies are needed to cover it up later."
However, Karl didn't care about this.
In his opinion, it didn't matter how many lies were stacked up.
As long as it could be ensured that no problems would arise before the Warp and the Five Little Ones officially rose, then it was fine.
And what Karl was going to do next—
Was to reasonably arrange the "Four Loki's Blessings" act to completely dispel any lingering doubts in Ancient One's mind!
At the same time, he would take the opportunity to solidify the alliance with Kamar-Taj, thereby creating a better development space for the Five Little Ones.
When the Warp successfully grew stronger in the future, perhaps even Ancient One could be pulled into it…
If he could really change that rude bald Demon King's "faith" from the original Vishanti to one or several of the Five Little Ones, that scene would be exceptionally interesting to imagine!
In addition.
If this one-week test proved that the Four Lackeys' followers could also collect Prestige and even plunder souls for him.
Then Karl's previously established plan would definitely need to be adjusted to a certain extent.
"How about… simply taking a two-pronged approach, utilizing the Four Lackeys to create a Warp-exclusive 'Super Fun-Seeker Project'?"
Karl stroked his chin, muttering thoughtfully, "This way, not only can the long cycle required to increase Dimension Strength be greatly reduced.
It can also use the hands of those so-called 'Loki believers' to create incidents, collecting Prestige while providing more extreme emotions for the Warp and the Four Lackeys…
Thereby maximizing the income of each incident and forming a mutually beneficial win-win situation with the Warp!"
Thinking of this.
Karl's face couldn't help but show a look of anticipation, "It seems that I must first refine all the detailed plans during this time."
He never liked to fight unprepared battles or execute unplanned schemes.
And he would never easily hand over his "fate" to others to "dominate"!
Not even to the lord of change, who "discerns change and manipulates fate."
He still couldn't be sure whether the "loyalty" the other party showed was a false facade meant to lull him into a false sense of security.
Therefore, when faced with such major choices, Karl would still choose to think independently and personally, and verify and adjust any potential deviations in the plan through practice.
What's more, for him, wasn't this also a process of self-improvement?
If he easily gave up "thinking," wouldn't he lose the greatest meaning and joy of "being human"?
"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to ask about that 'demon soul fragment' just now…"
"Never mind, it's not urgent anyway, I'll ask them next time I enter the Warp."
"But speaking of which… if Pietro still hasn't awakened his 'Superspeed' after a while, should I use the power of the Four Lackeys to help him find his footing?"
Yesterday, Karl was so busy teaching King Kong how to use the A02 Symbiote Suit that he didn't have time to go to the Mountain Top Base to check on the boy's recent situation.
But he had no idea.
Pietro had not only successfully awakened his super-speed ability at this moment.
He had also awakened another new ability with the help of Nurgle's bowl of "Essence of Life"!
...
…
New York, Queens suburbs.
A certain graveyard!
Although it was noon at this time, the sky was overcast, just like Gwen Stacy's mood at the moment.
Several workers used simple slings to slowly lower George Stacy's coffin into the pre-dug grave.
Then they filled in the pre-reserved soil around it and finally covered it with a layer of turf…
Gwen stood silently in front of the tombstone, watching the entire burial process.
Although tears had already blurred her eyes, the expression on her face remained unchanged.
Only her thoughts uncontrollably jumped back to that night two days ago—
Just as she was alone at home baking a delicious cake, patiently waiting for her father to get off work so they could celebrate his promotion and raise together.
What she finally waited for was not the familiar greeting that would sound when the door opened.
But the bad news of her father's death that came over the phone!
At that moment, Gwen couldn't believe her ears.
She had never even imagined that her father, whose body was as majestic as a "mountain" and whose shoulders seemed capable of bearing any burden, would one day "leave" her alone in such an unexpected way…
No, it couldn't be, they must have made a mistake!
Or maybe it was someone with the same name…
So Gwen, holding onto a last sliver of hope, without even having time to put on her Spider-Gwen, directly used the strong spider silk ejected from her wrist to swing and shuttle rapidly between tall buildings.
And rushed to the hospital morgue as quickly as possible.
However, the police officer guarding there, fearing that she would be frightened and stimulated by seeing her father's tragic death, refused to let her in to "examine the body."
It wasn't until Sheriff Frank, a good friend of her father, rushed over after hearing the news, that the police officer agreed to let the two of them enter the morgue together to check the body's condition.
"Gwen, you'd best prepare yourself mentally. Your father's current condition may be very different from what you usually see…"
Before lifting the white sheet covering the body, Sheriff Frank reminded her with a somewhat pained expression.
Gwen didn't speak, only nodded slightly.
That was her father, who had always depended on her!
No matter what he looked like, she would never be afraid…
However.
The moment the white sheet was lifted.
When Gwen saw the headless body, an unprecedented sense of fear instantly enveloped her whole being.
Ugh—
Her body uncontrollably began to dry heave, and soon she vomited up all the food she had eaten today.
Tears and snot gushed out uncontrollably.
That's right, that headless male corpse was her father!
Because she saw the familiar text tattoo on his arm—May my dearest daughter Gwen be happy every day.
Why?
Why would a good person like her father be killed in such a cruel way?
Who was the murderer?
Gwen's fear quickly turned into a burning rage.
She swore she would avenge her father!
So she began to press Sheriff Frank for information about the murderer.
However.
In his eyes, she was ultimately just a little girl whose head was clouded by anger.
To prevent Gwen from doing anything foolish, Sheriff Frank didn't reveal any information to her, only repeatedly promised to do his best to apprehend the criminal.
Then he personally drove Gwen home and left in a hurry.
It wasn't until today, when Sheriff Frank brought several police officers who had a good relationship with George Stacy to attend the funeral, that the two met again.
After the funeral, several police officers wanted to go up and comfort Gwen, but they were stopped by Captain Frank, who shook his head.
Yes, for that child, no amount of comfort could bring her father back to life…
So everyone could only sigh and leave quietly with regret.
"Gwen, my condolences. If you need any help in the future, just call me…"
Sheriff Frank turned to leave, but was immediately stopped by the girl, who asked, "Is there any news about the murderer?"
"Child, this case is very complex, and it may not be solved so quickly, but don't worry…"
"So, not yet?"
Gwen suppressed the anger in her heart as much as possible, almost pleadingly saying:
"Uncle Frank, I have a very skilled hacker friend. As long as you tell me some information about the murderer…"
"Stop talking, Gwen!"
However, her words were cut short by Sheriff Frank, who interrupted her righteously.
"Child, don't let hatred and anger blind your eyes… The road ahead is still long, and I believe George would rather see you live a happy and fulfilling life."
Gwen, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to tell you.
It's just that that monster is simply not something ordinary people like you and I can deal with, so you should forget your hatred as soon as possible and start a new life!