Half an hour later, Jack returned with the two of them, all three wearing helmets.
Jack carried two buckets on a shoulder pole. An unidentified liquid sloshed over the edges, releasing an indescribable stench that made Peter retreat three steps instantly.
One step was instinct.
Two steps were disgust.
The third step was for Harry—because he couldn't retreat any further.
Seeing this, Peter rushed forward to block him.
"Boss, you can't do this! Even if Harry really has to die, he should be treated with dignity! This is even more brutal than a forced confession!"
His words suddenly reminded Jack of Obadiah Stane. He briefly wondered whether that bastard was still rotting in the underground room.
"Move aside. I'm treating him," Jack said calmly, then gestured to Gwen.
"Gwen, hold Peter back."
At the same time, he subtly winked at Peter.
Although Gwen didn't understand Jack's purpose, she still complied and restrained Peter.
Jack lifted the lid of one bucket, dipped his finger into the brown paste, and reached toward Peter.
"No—no—no—no! Boss! Calm the hell down!" Peter screamed. Three "no's" weren't even close to enough to express his terror.
If Gwen hadn't known what was coming, she would've dodged faster than Garfield-Spider.
Held firmly by Gwen, Peter felt Jack roughly smear the slimy substance all over his mouth and face.
Peter was too scared to speak—too scared to even breathe. Even with his physique, holding his breath for five minutes was his absolute limit.
His face turned purple. Finally unable to endure it, he opened his mouth.
The instant he inhaled, Jack shoved his finger straight into Peter's mouth.
Peter nearly gagged—but suddenly froze.
He tasted it carefully.
His eyes lit up.
"This is—"
Jack clamped a hand over his mouth and shot him a warning look.
Peter understood instantly and began exaggerated retching.
"Blergh—!"
"Peter?!" Harry's terrified voice echoed from the pit.
"What happened?! Answer me!"
"Harry… blergh… they're forcing me to eat… ugh… eat po—poop! Good luck to you… blergh—!"
Peter acted with complete dedication. Even though he didn't understand Jack's plan, he trusted him and committed fully.
Quietly, he moved beside Wanda and whispered,
"Sister Wanda… what exactly is the Boss doing? Why is he torturing Harry like this?"
Wanda rubbed her forehead helplessly.
"He said he's forcing out the latent Demon inside Harry. That thing might be the real cause of the Osborn family's genetic disease."
"A Demon? Like… the kind only magic can deal with?"
Wanda nodded.
Peter pulled a small white fragment out of his mouth and asked,
"Then what's this?"
Wanda took two steps back in disgust.
"That's toilet paper Jack personally grabbed from the bathroom to make it look authentic."
Garfield-Spider froze completely.
(|||꒪ཀ꒪)ﾂ
"Blergh—!"
Hearing Peter's real vomiting, Harry's screams from the pit became hysterical.
"Jack! You bastard! I trusted you and this is how you repay me?! You'll die a miserable death—!"
"Ah! You sick fuck—!"
Ignoring Harry's curses, Jack took out a small bottle and poured it into the pit.
The foul gas spread outward.
Peter, who had been fake-vomiting earlier, now genuinely puked.
"Blergh—!"
As the center of attention, Harry endured an even stronger concentration of the stench.
"Ugh… it's shit… it's definitely shit! Just like what I tasted when I was a kid… blergh—!"
Jack leaned toward the pit, lifted his visor, and revealed an extremely punchable grin.
"Oh? Something happened when you were a kid? You've eaten it before?"
Harry:
"I %&@—! @#&—!"
Jack ignored him, lifted the bucket of yellow-brown sludge, and poured it directly toward Harry's feet.
Harry:
"I @&#*#@—! &—blergh—(꒪ཀ꒪」∠)"
The massive iron block above Harry began rattling violently as the steel pipes scraped against the grooves, the noise growing harsher by the second.
Jack picked up a wooden stick over a meter long, dipped it into the viscous filth, and slowly extended it toward Harry's face.
"Jie jie jie~ I'll be taking the Osborn Group. And your good brother Peter? He's mine now."
Watching the stick covered in shit and shredded paper inch closer, Harry finally broke.
"Please… I beg you… don't… whatever you do, don't smear that on my face…"
Jack didn't hesitate.
He smeared it across Harry's face with a vicious grin.
"Ah! Ah! Peter—!"
Suddenly, Harry's screaming stopped.
His eyes snapped open. A twisted, hideous smile spread across his face as his neck craned forward unnaturally.
"Human. Stop."
The thing inside Harry glared at Jack—then immediately broke character.
"Blergh—!"
The ferocious expression vanished as it began retching violently.
"Oh?" Jack raised an eyebrow.
"You finally showed yourself. If you'd waited any longer, I would've thought this was just a normal genetic disease. Didn't expect an actual Demon to be squatting inside his body."
"Human! If you release me, I will tear your soul apart piece by piece—blergh—!"
The Green Goblin talked too much and inhaled the foul air mid-threat, instantly ruining his menacing tone as he nearly choked himself vomiting.
Jack removed the bottle producing the stench.
Since the Demon had surfaced, it was Wanda's turn.
"Wanda, your move."
With the smell gone, Wanda removed her helmet and walked to the edge of the pit.
"Dear… this really is a Demon. I can feel its evil, treacherous, insane power."
Jack looked down at the Green Goblin glaring upward and asked calmly,
"Can you handle it? If you're unsure, we can leave him hanging here for a few days until he weakens."
The Green Goblin roared furiously,
"Despicable human! If you have the guts, face me fairly!"
Wanda sneered.
"You? You're not worth my husband lifting a finger."
Red Chaos Magic gathered in her hand. Her palm pierced straight through Harry's skull and grasped something inside.
When she withdrew her hand, a crimson sphere condensed from Chaos Magic hovered in her palm—inside it, a struggling green Demon.
Jack had only one thought about the thing.
Ugly.
Disgusting.
The Demon slammed against the sphere desperately, trying to escape.
"Humans! Release me and I will spare your lives!"
Unfortunately for him, neither Jack nor Wanda could hear a word he said.
"Dear," Jack asked calmly,
"Can you erase it completely?"
Wanda nodded.
"Yes. One push, and it will disappear forever."
Jack looked at the Demon—once arrogant, now kneeling and begging—and spoke coldly.
"Wanda."
"Erase it."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You can visit my Patreon page:
Patreon.com/PhoeniXcel
There are 40+ advanced chapters available for you to read.
Your support would be greatly appreciated.
Check out my new Naruto fanfic!
[Naruto: I Don't Want Recognition]