Chapter 8: Hello, Failed Man! Part 1

"What does it mean to be a hero out of interest?"

Natasha asked suspiciously.

"A hero driven by interest doesn't care about anyone's opinion, nor do they care about the consequences. When I want to be cheered by others, I go out and be a hero. When I don't need it, I can be quiet. I do what I want to do. Being a hero is just a hobby!"

Arthur said seriously.

"This... That's not a hero at all!"

Coulson's face darkened, although he managed to hide it well. As an agent, he had to maintain control over his emotions at all times.

His idol was Captain America, a true hero who would sacrifice himself for others. He felt that Arthur's concept of a "hero driven by interest" was an insult to the word hero and to his idol, Captain America.

"Everyone has their own understanding, and this is mine!"

"Is there anything else you need? If not, I won't see you out!"

Arthur dismissed them.

"Then we'll take our leave!"

Natasha and Coulson couldn't stay any longer, so they left.

Back in the car, Natasha put on a Bluetooth earpiece and started the car.

"Boss! Mission B failed. The target refused to join us and has a strong will!"

Natasha reported to Black Braised Egg while driving.

"Never mind, recruiting such a powerful superhuman is difficult. Come back for now! There's a new issue with Tony Stark, and I need your help!"

Black Braised Egg's cold voice came from the Bluetooth.

"Okay, I understand!"

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At night, Arthur felt bored and wanted to go for a walk, but his image had already been captured by cameras all over the world, so he would be recognized immediately if he went out.

When Arthur was in a dilemma, the system suddenly popped up.

"[Host, there's a fun little gadget in this system. Would you like it?]"

"What gadget?"

Arthur asked suspiciously.

"[The glasses of Superman Clark Kent. When the host wears them, the glasses emit a magical magnetic field that makes it impossible for others to see your true face. They will perceive you as a completely different person!]" the system explained.

"That's great! Give it to me quickly. What's the price I have to pay?" Arthur impatiently asked.

"[The host doesn't need to pay anything. The system can give it to you for free!]"

"I love you, System!" Arthur exclaimed excitedly.

"[Host, I must emphasize once again that the system has no gender and cannot fulfill any personal needs!]" the system clarified.

"Stop the nonsense and give it to me already!"

"[Okay, host, please check it—Superman's glasses!]"

A dazzling light suddenly appeared in Arthur's hand, and then a pair of black-framed glasses appeared, looking very cool.

Arthur couldn't wait to put on the glasses and look at himself in the mirror.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this face is really handsome! Even after wearing glasses, it still looks so handsome, and it adds a touch of elegance!"

Arthur became narcissistic in front of the mirror.

Arthur, dressed casually, stepped outside.

The streets of America are different from ours! There are very few people here, whereas our side is bustling with people at night!

After wandering around for a while, he realized that there was nothing really interesting. So, Arthur used the snake charm's invisibility ability to become invisible and then soared into the sky, observing the most vibrant city in the United States under the starry night.

Suddenly, Arthur spotted a red figure swiftly moving between tall buildings. The figure moved in an unusual manner, not flying like Arthur but rather swinging!

'The red figure swinging between tall buildings... Could it be... Spider-Man?'

Arthur suddenly thought of a familiar character. But wait, this is the movie world, right? Based on the timeline, Spider-Man shouldn't be appearing at this time!

Though puzzled, Arthur decided to follow and maintain a suitable distance, so as not to be noticed or lose sight of the figure.

Following Spider-Man's trail to a secluded alley, Arthur could clearly see a group of thugs surrounding a student.

"What do you think you're doing? I don't have any money! Don't come near..."

The student spoke in a panic.

"You insolent brat! Since you're not being honest, teach him a lesson!"

The gang leader commanded his subordinates to approach and beat the student.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Just as the two were about to strike, a few white spider webs descended from the sky, snaring the two thugs in mid-air.

"Who's there?!"

the gang leader exclaimed in a panic.

"Of course, it's your friendly neighborhood failed man!"

Spider-Man leaped down from a height.

"Don't you know I own New York City? Violence isn't tolerated here!"

"Spider-Man!!"

"Oh! You mean that superhero? Where? Where? I'm a huge fan. Oh, I need to get his autograph, you know? My whole family loves Spider-Man. Oh, Spider-Man, the hero of New York City! Oh, I love you so much!"

Spider-Man covered his head, feigning surprise.

"Let me go! Otherwise, I'll get rough with you!"

the gang leader angrily threatened, pulling out a gun from his pocket.

"Oh! I'm so scared!"

Spider-Man sarcastically remarked.

"Whoosh!"

Two strands of spider silk shot out from Spider-Man's hands, instantly pinning the gang leader to the wall.

"Kids shouldn't play with guns. You all should go to jail!"

Spider-Man assumed the role of a stern teacher, hands on his waist.

"Spider-Man, please, I can't go to jail, please... waaah..."

the gang leader pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

"Whoosh!"

A strand of spider silk sealed his mouth shut.

"I don't negotiate with criminals! You better go to jail honestly!"

"Spider-Man, thank you! You're my savior!"

the student ran over, filled with excitement.

"You're welcome! There are often troublemakers in this alley. You shouldn't take this route!"

Spider-Man advised, sounding like a concerned grandmother.

"I... I know, but today... my friend left earlier, and I'm alone... so I thought I'd take a shortcut..."

the student looked crestfallen.

"Don't take this route again in the future!"

"I understand. Spider-Man, can I take a photo with you?"

the student pulled out a small camera from his bag.

"You even know how to take pictures?"

Spider-Man expressed mild surprise.

"Yes! I taught myself. I want to become a photographer in the future!"

the student excitedly shared his dreams.

"Well then! Let's do it. You will definitely achieve your dream!"

Spider-Man encouraged.

They took a few photos together, called the police, and Spider-Man swung away with his web.

"Hello, failed man!"

Spider-Man, swinging mid-air, suddenly heard someone calling him.