Marvel: Embark on a demon-hunting journey with Spider-Man!

Chapter 53 The Holy Knight of the Marvel Universe

It was already late when Mark got home.

He first explained to Ben Parker and May why Peter hadn't gone home before returning to his room to prepare for the game.

After advancing to the intermediate level of Witcher, his overall strength was enough to defeat a supervillain of the same caliber as the Lizardman.

But this is not enough.

The enemies they will face in the future will become stronger and stronger, and Mark believes he needs to continue to work hard.

"Beep beep~"

Just as he was about to embark on his demon-hunting journey, his phone rang.

Mark glanced at his phone screen and saw that it was an unknown number.

He answered the phone out of curiosity.

"Hello, this is Mark Parker."

"ah!!"

Instantly, an excited scream came from the other end of the phone.

It seems like a flock of ducks is quacking.

"Hello Mark Parker, I'm a student at Imperial University, and also your senior."

The woman's voice was excited, and Mark frowned.

"What's up?"

"I heard you don't drink excessively, don't use performance-enhancing drugs, don't have tattoos, are responsible to your family, and never use violence against women..."

"Who told you that?" Mark interrupted.

"We all heard it from Gwen."

"so what?"

"Are all of these true?"

"Of course, I'm not interested in those things."

"Oh my god, you're like a paladin from a medieval novel."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Mark was getting impatient.

"Sorry, Mark, we're actually your fans. We saw you defeat the monster today; you're a true hero."

"So?" Mark asked again, exasperated.

"So we created a fan club for you........

"Sorry, I have to go fight monsters now. Goodbye."

Mark hung up the phone without hesitation.

He thought for a moment, then called Gwen again.

"Hey, Gwen, what's with the fan club?" he asked.

Gwen said jokingly, "Because you became a hero in their eyes."

Mark covered his face. "How could this be? After all, I'm not the only superhero in this world. I haven't seen any other superheroes receive this kind of treatment."

Besides New York, there are also many people with superpowers in other cities.

Superheroes are not uncommon.

I heard the mutants next door have gone berserk.

But you don't see many superheroes having any so-called fan clubs.

Gwen understood what Mark meant.

She laughed and said, "Because you're a paladin, it's that simple."

Upon hearing this, Mark's expression changed.

Oh no, has the Witcher's secret been exposed?

"Ahem, Gwen, I don't understand what you mean." He instinctively tried to argue his way out of it.

Gwen's explanation relieved him.

"Mark, you have no physical defects or bad habits. You know how to work hard to earn money to reduce the burden on your family. You are also very polite to girls and have no violent tendencies."

You defeated Professor Kurt; you are very capable, but you didn't abuse your power to bully ordinary people.

"So?" Mark asked again.

In the bathroom, Gwen chuckled from the bathtub:

"Don't you understand?"

"What do I understand?"

"You are not religious, yet you adhere to the doctrines more than anyone else. You are a holy knight sent by God, and you fit their ideal of a perfect hero better than anyone else."

After hearing this, Mark was even more confused.

"Am I really that good?"

"Of course, compared to the guys around them, you're perfect."

"But the perfect beings in their hearts are just the most basic moral qualities I've known before."

"Mark, you should have a realistic self-assessment. Were you manipulated or exploited before?"

"Um, I don't think so. I just don't have any money."

Gwen found this amusing.

"Mark, you can support yourself, you can even help the family buy a car and find a place for Peter to live. That's amazing."

Mark scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Haha, I'm actually this good."

"Of course, so don't think they're weird. The world needs more people like you."

"Gwen, thank you, I will keep trying."

"Then you have to keep it up!"

After hanging up the phone, Gwen held the bubbles in the bathtub, feeling quite pleased.

"If I hadn't known him since I was a child, I would have thought that this guy had gone through something in the past. I always felt that he didn't seem like a person from here," she said with a squinting smile.

"Splash~"

The demon's face materialized, and Venom grinned, saying:

"This is called cognitive impairment; he is a patient."

"Yes, he's quite ill. I like this kind of patient."

As soon as she finished speaking, Gwen suddenly realized what she meant.

"Damn it, I'm taking a shower."

"Hehehe, Ms. Gwen, symbiotes have no gender."

"Then you'll become a girl from now on!"

"Sorry, I'm female right now. I'll only consider becoming male if I can become Spider-Man's symbiote."

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At the same time, Mark set up his system to reject calls from unknown numbers.

This is the trouble of being an idol.

His number is no longer a secret.

After doing all this, he began to consider whether he should debut on the spot.

Hollywood is very profitable.

"Beep beep~"

Just then, my phone rang again.

She's a bitch.

"Hey, you bitch."

"Oh, Mark, I saw the news. You're even more capable than before, aren't you?"

"It's alright!"

"Okay, let's work together. I have a fantastic business opportunity."

"You go first."

"Here's the thing, Tony Stark has gone missing. If we find him, we'll get a reward of over ten million."

"What?"

Mark swallowed hard. "Ten million?"

"Yes, you heard right, it's not impossible for it to be over 100 million."

"Wait for me, I'll come find you right away."

He hung up the phone and abandoned his demon-hunting trip for the night without hesitation.

Even though Gwen thought he was already so perfect.

But if I could become a rich person, that would be incredibly wealthy.

As for the missing Tony, he probably guessed it.

Before long, Mark unleashed his Dragon Wings and descended upon Hell's Kitchen.

Third Street, the warehouse on the corner.

The warehouse was transformed into a unique Syrian-style residence.

Simply put, it's just junk picked up from the street and decorated haphazardly.

However, the result looks good; it's quite clean and tidy.

That was true, at least before Wade became Deadpool.

After Mark entered the house, he looked around at everything inside.

The fan in the vent rotated slowly, casting the shadow of its blades on the ground.

In the shadows, Wade opened his arms to warmly welcome Mark's arrival.

"Oh, mighty paladin, I've finally waited for you."

He made a gesture to hug him, but Mark pushed him away in disgust.

"You knew all along?"

He plopped down on the sofa and casually tore open a bag of potato chips.

Wade leaned closer to Mark, "Of course, the video of you defeating the monster was uploaded online. Your silver armor was so cool, you looked like a paladin in the holy light."

"No need for further explanation."

Mark looked at the other person and took a bite of the potato chip.

"Tell me what happened."

"no problem."

Wade opened a map of the Middle East. "I've already talked to Mr. Happy. If he can't find Spider-Man to help, then I'll take on this mission."

Although there was no deposit, this was something I had worked very hard to get.

Mark didn't care why Happy asked Spider-Man for help; he knew Spider-Man wouldn't be showing up for the rest of the week.

He glanced at the map. "How will the profits be split after it's all done?" he asked.

Wade held up five fingers, "Half for you, half for me, we're all good partners."

"You get three, I get seven."

Mark's lips curled into a slight smile. "I know more information, so consider this a bargain for you."

The Ten Commandments, thank you for helping the great Witcher become rich.