Saitama bent down and picked up the shopping bag he'd left in a corner. He carefully checked the ingredients inside, then let out a sigh of relief. "Good, nothing's ruined. Thor, I'm leaving this place to you. I've gotta hurry back and get this stuff into the fridge."
With that, he carried the bag and casually stepped across the ice shards covering the ground, heading toward home as if what just happened was no more than swatting an especially noisy mosquito.
Watching his back, Thor shook his head helplessly, then started contacting S.H.I.E.L.D. to handle the aftermath. Fighting alongside Saitama was efficient, sure—but the hit to his confidence was very real.
After nonstop major incidents, the city finally seemed to catch a brief breath. Saitama got his wish and ate a lavish hotpot meal at home. Watching the news coverage about the earlier disaster (of course, the part involving him had been blurred out), he felt like life had finally returned to normal.
But peace never lasts long.
At night, New York glittered with neon lights and bustling traffic. Yet on a relatively secluded street, a new wave of chaos was unfolding.
The main character this time was Eddie Brock—and the alien symbiote inside him: Venom. But Venom's condition was extremely abnormal. It was no longer that morally gray, occasionally chatty anti-hero. Instead, it had fallen into a fully berserk state.
Venom's massive black body took up half the street. Its huge pale eyes were filled with confusion and brutality. Its twisted, fanged maw dripped corrosive saliva that sizzled and smoked as it burned into the asphalt. It unleashed a scalp-crawling roar while thick black tendrils whipped wildly, yanking up streetlights, flipping cars, and smashing them apart with ease.
"Hungry… need food… chaos!" Venom bellowed, its voice unstable and fractured.
"Venom! Calm down! Control it!" Eddie Brock's remaining consciousness struggled to the surface, but it clearly wasn't enough.
A red-and-blue figure swung between the buildings—Spider-Man. He'd just arrived, and the moment he saw Venom's berserk state, his heart sank.
"Eddie! What's going on?" Spider-Man fired a web, trying to stick one of Venom's thrashing tendrils to a nearby building to pin it down.
"Peter! Careful! It's out of control!" Eddie's voice briefly became clear.
But the next second, Venom roared. The tendril that had been webbed suddenly swelled, and the sheer force ripped the attachment point straight out of the wall. At the same time, another tendril lashed through the air like a whip toward Spider-Man. Thanks to his spider-sense, Peter got the warning a split-second early and barely dodged. The tendril smashed into the wall behind where he'd been, carving out deep cracks.
"Useless little bug!" Venom snarled, shifting its attention to a bus that had crashed into a guardrail in the chaos. Inside, passengers screamed in terror—the driver had already passed out.
A hungry gleam flashed in Venom's huge white eyes. It extended a massive claw formed from writhing symbiote matter, reaching for the bus—ready to swallow it whole, along with everyone inside!
"No!" Spider-Man tried to stop it, but he was too far—and several other tendrils had already blocked his path.
Right at that critical moment, a voice spoke from nearby.
(End of Chapter)
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