Chapter 125: Is this kid Mr. Fantastic?

Peter was unaware that S.H.I.E.L.D. was already monitoring him and Gwen, along with the presence of the alien creature.

At this moment, he was preparing a place for the "Queen" to stay.

His current residence couldn't accommodate the "Queen."

Though he could keep it in the basement, the thought of the serious consequences it might cause if May and Ben discovered it immediately stopped him from entertaining that risky idea.

Using the money he had on hand, Peter rented a rundown villa in a nearby park and temporarily settled the alien creature there.

After high school, he could move out under the guise of attending university, which would make things less troublesome.

Sitting on a bench in the nearby park, Peter fell into contemplation.

Earlier, the "Queen" wanted to follow him.

It took him a while to calm it down.

Peter could sense its intentions.

It probably wanted to protect him, fulfilling its duty as a guardian.

What's this?

Had he become the queen, with the "Queen" becoming a worker bee to protect him?

Opening his phone, all he saw were news notifications about the hunter Kraven being killed.

He even came across a news piece about Tony Stark.

The guy was granting media interviews, claiming to establish a "Supernatural Creature Research Fund" to develop means to deal with these creatures.

Despite being embroiled in a scandal with a beautiful journalist, he still had the mind to make a statement.

As he scrolled through the news, Helen suddenly sent him a text.

"Is the Queen okay now?"

"You can come see for yourself. We're not divorced, and you haven't been deprived of custody of the 'Queen,' so I can't stop you from visiting."

Helen quickly replied, "That's a terrible analogy, but it's a good idea. Looks like I'll need to change my identity."

"What identity?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Putting down his phone, Peter prepared to head back.

Just as he stood up, he noticed a white boy standing in front of him.

"Sir, can I borrow two dollars from you?"

The seven or eight-year-old boy had light brown hair and eyes that seemed too cunning for his age.

"Today is Wednesday."

Peter checked the time on his phone. "It's 10 in the morning. Kids your age should be in school, not in the park. So, are you playing hooky?"

Instead of acknowledging his truancy, Peter, who himself skipped classes without a word, began reproaching the kid for skipping school.

"I'm not playing hooky."

The boy who asked Peter for money argued confidently, "I'm studying. This is a form of study. After all, I can't waste all my time at school."

Hearing the kid's arrogant words, Peter's interest was piqued.

"What grade are you in? Fifth grade or fourth grade?"

"It has nothing to do with age."

The boy dug his hands into his pockets and said to Peter, "In school, many students go through more than ten years of education and still have zero cultural knowledge. Although I find the science taught by school teachers very simple, many students graduate from high school still learning basic algebra."

Peter looked at the pretentious kid, raising an eyebrow, and asked, "Are you still studying basic algebra?"

"I was doing calculus when I wasn't in first grade."

Peter looked at the show-off kid, wanting to slap him and ask who he learned from at such a young age.

"What do you need the money for?"

He ultimately decided to talk to the kid seriously.

"To buy lottery tickets."

The boy said confidently.

"What?"

You're asking me for money to buy lottery tickets?

Facing such an arrogant American kid, Peter slowly reached out his hand.

Giving him a slap might be the best option.

"Also, I'm not borrowing, I'm here to ask for your investment. I can split half of the prize money with you."

The boy didn't notice Peter's dangerous hand reaching out; instead, he wanted to swindle two dollars from Peter.

"How much money can you give me?"

"At least five hundred dollars. With an investment return rate of two hundred and fifty percent, it's definitely worth the investment."

The boy seemed confident in his lottery plan.

"Is that so? Why don't you buy it yourself?"

"Because they won't sell lottery tickets to minors, and there's risk involved."

Peter took out two dollars from his pocket and asked him, "What risk? The risk of losing everything?"

"Of course not."

The boy confidently said to Peter, "I've collected winning information from a total of 45,000 people and found a pattern among these numbers. All winning times were on November 23rd, November 29th, and May 27th of different years, and today is November 23rd."

Peter nodded, "Is that all?"

"Of course not. On these three days each year, if it happens to be Wednesday or Saturday, the winning numbers will be restricted to a formula."

The boy spoke eloquently, "I've calculated this formula, and it generates some numbers that confine the winning numbers within the range I calculated. The probability of winning the jackpot drops from one in ten million to one in two hundred, so as long as I buy 200 sets of numbers, one of them will definitely win the jackpot."

After listening to the boy's explanation, Peter felt it was too far-fetched.

What lottery company would have such a loophole?

Peter asked the boy, "Why don't you buy 200 sets of numbers to win the jackpot?"

The boy scratched his head, "I don't have that much money, and I suspect that the lottery company's system has code deliberately implanted. If I claim the jackpot and disrupt their scheme, they will definitely trouble me. As long as I win a small prize, I won't attract their attention."

"I don't want trouble, I just want to buy a used separator."

He blinked at Peter and asked, "So, can you help me buy the lottery tickets? The draw is about to happen."

He handed a set of numbers to Peter, eagerly awaiting his response.

Seeing the boy so confident, Peter decided to give it a try.

If the investment was a total loss, he could always deal with the brat later.

Ten minutes later.

Peter looked at the lottery ticket in his hand and then at the lottery draw information on his phone screen, falling into silence.

He did win!

And the prize money was exactly as the boy said, a thousand dollars.

Was he really a genius?

Without pocketing the thousand dollars, Peter kept his promise and handed five hundred dollars to the excited boy, asking him, "What's your name?"

"Reed Richards."

The boy said his name.

Hearing this name, Peter paused.

Even though he didn't have a deep understanding of the Marvel Universe, he knew this name.

Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four was Reed Richards.

He was known for his super-high IQ and had long been hailed as the smartest scientist in the Marvel Universe.

At the same time, his superpower was quite unique; his body could change shape at will to meet the needs of different combat scenarios.

But Peter found it hard to connect the boy in front of him with the genius scientist acclaimed as "the man who can create anything from predicting reality to reversing life and death."

Turning his gaze to the ecstatic "Mr. Fantastic" as if receiving a birthday gift, Peter asked him, "Do you know Susan Storm? (Invisible Woman)"

Reed thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, I don't."

"Do you know Doctor Doom?"

"No, should I?"

Reed tilted his head and looked at Peter, "Are they your friends?"

"They're not, they should be yours."

Peter said while reaching out to pinch his face, pulling it hard, causing Reed to grimace in pain.

The sensation felt normal, not like the elastic body of the Rubber Man, "Mr. Fantastic," who could reshape any part of his body.

"You were very rude just now. Perhaps you should explain your behavior to me."

Reed said in a mature adult tone, unaware of Peter's intentions.

"Perhaps we can further cooperate, Reed."

Peter smiled, like a mischievous kid seeing a cute weirdo.

Meanwhile.

Stark Tower.

"Tony, our stock price fell by over three percent yesterday."

Vice President Obadiah walked into Tony's office, holding a newspaper in his hand, and said to Tony, "Did you mention acquiring a twenty-four percent stake in Lundin Mining?"

"Although Lundin Mining is plagued by scandals, it's still a good opportunity for us to acquire them."

Tony glanced at his phone, "By the way, I ordered a pie, do you want to taste it?"

"We're talking about stocks, Tony. When did you start liking pies?"

"I just discovered the taste of banana pie yesterday."

Tony coughed, "I found that banana pie tastes good, and it contains potassium, which can be used in adjunct therapy to treat psychological disorders."

"Psychological disorders? What psychological disorder do you have?"

"Being hurt by women."

Tony said seriously.

"I've told you before, Tony, stay away from those women. Some women aren't that easy to deal with."

Obadiah knew about Tony being sued by the female journalist.

"Thanks for your coming-of-age wisdom, Obadiah."

Tony said while picking up the newspaper, the front-page headline showed— "Hunter Kraven Killed by Werewolves and Unknown Creatures!"