Chapter 94

Spider-Tom watched this scene with great interest.

Although he didn't understand why Electto, who had been fighting him just a moment ago, suddenly became so friendly with Mark, the idea of turning enemies into friends was something he could get behind.

If all the visitors from other dimensions were this easy to talk to, it would be fantastic.

But he also knew that such thinking was wishful at best.

Think about Doctor Octopus, who wanted to beat him up the moment they met.

Think about that Green Goblin who threw grenades at him upon their first encounter, not to mention attacking military bases and probably making off with a bunch of weapons.

Clearly, he was dealing with some restless individuals.

To resolve such a significant threat so "peacefully" was already a satisfying outcome.

"Shall we head back to the Sanctum Sanctorum?" Mark, after chatting with Max for a while, walked over to Spider-Tom.

"Alright," Spider-Tom asked, "What about Sandman?"

Mark rubbed his temples. "Sandman is unpredictable, but he's a good person at heart, without any destructive desires. Let's leave him for now. Once Doctor Strange returns and reverses the magic, we can send him back to his own dimension."

Spider-Tom also thought that Mark's suggestion made sense. "In that case, let's go back together, Max. Can you keep up with us?"

Max didn't have a friendly expression for Spider-Tom, who had attacked him out of nowhere, but considering how familiar he was with Mark and following the principle of "a friend of a friend is a friend," his attitude improved slightly.

He nodded confidently. "Of course, my energy is beyond your imagination."

"Then let's go, Peter, Max," Mark said, putting his suit back on and leading the way towards the city.

Spider-Tom followed closely behind.

Max had a unique way of flying. He turned himself into a streak of lightning in human form, still wearing the electrician's outfit, and flew up to Mark's side.

This specially designed electrician's uniform was quite suitable for Max.

It was made of insulating materials capable of withstanding extremely high voltages without damage. If it were regular clothing, it would have turned to ashes when Max entered his electrical state, just like the clothes he initially wore.

Max flew casually next to Mark and asked, "Where are we going now?"

"To the Sanctum Sanctorum," Mark replied.

"I feel like something's different here, very unfamiliar. I think we should be cautious," Max continued.

Mark smiled, "Indeed, it's different because we're now in another world, a parallel universe."

"A parallel universe?" Max was surprised. "No wonder I feel the electricity here is different, higher voltage and more... vibrant."

"That's because you haven't seen the better things," Mark said.

"Better things?" Max's eyes lit up. "What are they?"

Mark said, "In another world, I have a friend working on developing a miniaturized nuclear fusion reactor. Once the research is successful, we can install one for you, and you won't need to rely on absorbing external electricity to stay active."

"A miniaturized nuclear fusion reactor? Is it very powerful?" Max asked, puzzled.

Spider-Tom chimed in, "It's huge, extremely massive. One nuclear fusion reactor can supply the electricity needs of an entire city!"

Max was delighted. "That's fantastic! With that, I can help you even better!"

"Hahaha, then I'll be looking forward to it!" Mark laughed.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, in a small tavern in the Kingdom of Thailand.

A scruffy-looking man with a full beard sat at the bar. In front of him were several empty glasses, and there were several sheets of paper covered in writing nearby.

"Okay, I think I've got it now. You're saying the whole world is filled with people with superpowers?" the bearded man put down his pen, finding the information he just received still somewhat unbelievable.

"He's been talking about this for hours!" a voice echoed in his mind.

"Alright, can you say it one more time? Sorry, because I'm actually a bit of a blockhead," the bearded man looked earnestly at the bartender. "There's a billionaire flying around in a tech suit, right?"

The bartender nodded helplessly.

This guy had been asking these questions repeatedly since he showed up here several hours ago.

Couldn't he just search the internet?

Where did this country bumpkin come from?

Could he really afford to pay the bill?

The bearded man didn't care about that. He continued, "And there's an angry green guy?"

"Hulk," the bartender replied.

"Hulk, Haha, who would name someone that?" The bearded man burst into laughter.

"You think the name 'Lethal Protector' is bad!" The voice in his mind chimed in again, clearly irritated. "There are even worse names, and people not only use them but also proudly announce them! You idiot!"

"Yeah, but that name really is bad," the bearded man retorted.

Then he turned to the bartender and asked, "Say it one more time, that purple alien who loves stones. From what I know, aliens don't like rocks."

"Eddie!" the rude voice in his mind grew impatient.

"No, no, don't be upset," Eddie mumbled to himself. "Nobody knows aliens better than I do. Aliens' favorite snack is brains!"

The bartender looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"They're all like this, you know!" Eddie slammed the table.

"Not exactly," a voice replied.

Suddenly, a golden circle appeared on the floor of the bar, and a man in a red cape walked out of it.

"Finally found you, Venom."

The newcomer was none other than Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange!

Having received information from Mark, he quickly activated his magic, searching through various corners of the world and finally locating the presence of Venom here.

"Uh, quite a dramatic entrance. What are you, exactly?" Eddie turned to look at Doctor Strange, puzzled.

The Venom symbiote shouted in Eddie's mind, "You idiot. What question is that!"

Doctor Strange's face darkened. "Visitor from another realm, since you can communicate, come with me to the Sanctum Sanctorum. Once I've set up the return program, I'll send you back to your own timeline."

"He says he wants to send us back? No, I don't want to go back!" Eddie hadn't even spoken yet when the Venom symbiote voiced its objection.

Eddie scolded, "Shut up! Whether we go back or not is up to me!"

"You should be the one to shut up! I have the final say!" The Venom symbiote countered.

So, in front of Doctor Strange, they began to argue back and forth, one word at a time.

Of course, because the Venom symbiote's voice was in Eddie's head, from Doctor Strange and the bartender's perspective, Eddie appeared to be a lunatic, muttering to himself and arguing with himself.

The bartender looked at Doctor Strange, hoping this mysterious wizard would take this lunatic away and stop polluting his mind.