Superman's genes were enough to drive countless scientists mad. The day he was exposed would probably be the day he was in the greatest danger.
Not to mention Superman's clones over in DC—Marvel alone was crawling with similar scientists.
Like Stryker, Sarah Kinney, Mr. Sinister, who had cloned Jean Grey, and so on.
Who could say for certain that those mad scientists could not clone Superman?
The Marvel Universe had never cared much about whether something was logical...
Chen Xi held Jean Grey's little hand as they strolled through the park and browsed the mall for clothes. He also brought gifts for those Mutant children.
Chen Xi knew that there were now millions of Mutants, and that what Charles Xavier and the others could do was only a drop in the bucket.
Countless more children were still struggling desperately to survive.
After bidding farewell to the reluctant Jean Grey and the Mutant children who had received gifts, Chen Xi returned home.
He had promised Jean Grey that he would help the Mutants. Even if it were not for the promise he had made to his woman, he still had to fight for Justice Points.
Although Gwen's father approved of her hanging around with Chen Xi—after all, she could become a big star—she still had to obediently go home.
After dinner, Chen Xi and Wanda curled up on the couch to watch the live news on TV. Neither of them paid attention to what was on television, though; chatting was what truly mattered.
"By the way, people online say you've been resting for half a year now. The big star got rich and started slacking off," Wanda said.
"Slacking off? I'm not slacking off. I've been quietly working hard every single day."
Chen Xi pursed his lips in annoyance. What the hell did those idiots with nothing better to do know?
"Pfft! I think you are slacking off, but you don't need to work so hard anymore either. How much money is enough, anyway? We already have more money than we could ever spend, and it won't change our lives."
Wanda rolled her eyes at him first, then seriously voiced her thoughts. She was rather traditional; as long as they had enough money to live on, that was enough.
"Sometimes, it isn't a matter of having more or less money. Some things simply have to be done."
Chen Xi shook his head. He had already made up his mind. If he was going to do it, he would do it thoroughly and leave no regrets!
"Just decide everything for yourself."
Wanda nodded obediently. She only needed to be a good wife and support him.
The next day, Green Goblin broke into the newspaper office where Parker worked and threatened the owner to reveal Spider-Man's identity. This time, however, the owner was unexpectedly tight-lipped. But just as Green Goblin was about to deal with him, Parker showed up after all.
Parker had wanted to show off by hanging upside down from the windowsill, but Green Goblin caught him off guard with an extremely potent anesthetic spray...
In full view of everyone, Green Goblin carried Spider-Man and flew openly over their heads. The scene immediately drew cries of shock from the onlookers, who had no idea what was happening.
It was not until night fell that Parker finally woke from his coma.
Green Goblin had not taken the chance to kill him. Instead, he tried every possible way to recruit a powerful enforcer like Spider-Man.
"Don't worry. You're not dead. You're still alive. You're only temporarily paralyzed."
"Spider-Man, you're truly incredible. You and I are so alike."
Green Goblin's deep voice tempted Parker, but Parker struggled to pull himself together and said, "I'm different from you. You're a murderer."
"No. We simply have different aspirations."
Green Goblin shook his head, then said in a low voice, "This is merely my choice, while you chose to be a superhero."
"The public's enthusiasm for you lasts only three minutes. What they most want to see is a hero's failure, fall, and death."
"No matter how much you've done for them, they will only hate you. So why bother?"
Wasn't that why villains so often resonated more deeply with people? They had all once been hardworking geniuses, madmen, and philosophers...
They had endured every hardship and torment to reach this point, which was why they were so profound.
"You're right."
Parker fell silent as well. Some people admired him, naturally, while others envied and hated him...
Green Goblin chuckled and patted Parker on the shoulder. Leaning against the iron fence as though catching up with an old friend, he said, "New York has eight million citizens. Their existence serves only one purpose."
"What?"
"To raise the few exceptional geniuses onto their shoulders!"
"People like you and me!"
"But as for a genius like you, I could crush you flat with one foot. Yet I'm giving you a chance. Join me!"
"Imagine the great things we could accomplish together. We could create the future!"
"For your so-called ideals, innocent people die and are injured until both sides fall. Is that really what you want?"
Parker fell silent!
Because Green Goblin was not entirely wrong...
Green Goblin crouched down and patted his shoulder, then stepped onto his glider, turned around, and left. He wanted Spider-Man to see the evil in human hearts.
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