As the motorcade pulled into the Osborn Building, several platform notifications flashed before Victor's eyes.
It would take some time to park, so he opened the platform interface to check.
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Collection Mission: "Neural Embedded Mechanical Octopus Tentacle";
Mission Content: Collect a finished Neural Embedded Mechanical Octopus Tentacle;
Mission Reward: E-grade certificate × 2, Plane Points × 554;
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Collection Mission: "Green Goblin Suit";
Mission Content: Collect the Green Goblin armor, Green Goblin glider, Green Goblin serum (or Spider-Man serum), pumpkin bombs, and Green Goblin knives;
Mission Reward: E-grade certificate × 1, Plane Points × 3721;
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Collection Mission: "Spider-Man Serum";
Mission Content: Collect the complete formula for the Spider-Man serum, or obtain Spider-Man's bloodline;
Mission Reward: B-grade certificate × 2, C-grade certificate × 6, D-grade certificate × 9, Plane Points × 1,241,520;
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Oh my god!
After seeing the rewards for the "Spider-Man Serum" collection mission, Victor made up his mind.
Little Spider, wait for me... I'm going to draw your blood.
After a quick calculation in his mind, Victor temporarily put this matter aside.
Another problem was more important.
Alice had already taken over Osborn Corporation, but the promotion mission had not yet shown completion.
After much thought,
the problem could only be with Norman's mindset or the ownership of the shares.
He would first try to persuade Norman with words; if that didn't work, he would consider taking the shares—Victor didn't really want that, as it would be too conspicuous and easily attract the attention of certain organizations too early.
Like Hydra.
He got out of the car.
Norman courteously led the way, while Victor pretended to look around curiously, ignoring his presence.
Norman wasn't angry and professionally took on the role of a guide.
He introduced each area as they walked.
It had to be said that Marvel's high-tech companies indeed had something special.
Just the underground garage alone was divided into a dozen areas, each with an elevator. The elevators had no floor buttons; they automatically identified employee facial information and were sent to the corresponding floor and department by the former artificial intelligence, now Alice.
Every corner of the entire company, except for the restrooms, was covered with surveillance equipment, so scenes of people running around like in movies simply did not exist.
Also, things like employee attendance, network security, and danger detection were all managed automatically.
In this building, authority was everything.
And.
The current primary authority was controlled by Alice, and Alice was loyal to Victor.
Norman had introduced so much, actually subtly telling Victor that he was the boss here.
Victor didn't respond. After entering the elevator, Alice's voice rang out inside.
"Respected Mr. Chen, where would you like to go?"
Alice was still very sensible.
She knew to give Victor face in public and didn't call him "Chen" as she did in private.
Victor casually said, "Find a quiet place. Since Mr. Osborn is so cooperative, he deserves his reward."
"Alright, Mr. Chen."
Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement flashed in Norman's eyes.
It was finally going to end, this nightmare that had plagued their family for generations!
The elevator started quickly and smoothly, taking less than 20 seconds to go from the underground parking lot to the 108th floor.
This technology was impressive.
In his previous life, there were elevators that could go faster, but the experience inside was comparable to a roller coaster, unlike now where there wasn't even a slight sense of weightlessness.
As expected of the Marvel universe, which produces black technology.
He stepped out of the elevator.
Alice considerately guided him through his earpiece, leading Victor to walk straight into Norman's chairman's office, sit in the main chair, and look at Norman, who slowly entered, leaning on a cane.
Norman stood before the desk like his usual employees, showing no impatience on his face, but the barely concealed irritation in his eyes forced him to bow his head to hide it.
Victor, who had been constantly observing Norman, naturally caught this scene and felt a slight relief.
After all, he was only 27 years old and couldn't achieve a state of inner calm.
This was good; there was a chance to persuade him with words.
He tapped the table, attracting Norman's gaze. The other party's eyes had already returned to normal, his mental state adjusting quickly.
"Mr. Osborn, you already know my name, so I won't say much more." Victor's tone was calm: "Before I give you the antidote, I think it's necessary to tell you about my background. What do you think?"
This was the first thing Victor had said to Norman since they met.
"Of course, if you wish to speak." Norman remained humble: "Your address is too formal; you can call me Norman or Osborn."
"Then I'll call you Norman, and you can call me Victor."
Victor clasped his hands into a fist, resting his chin on them, and supported his elbows on the table, speaking with great authority: "So, Norman, as one of the people at the pinnacle of Earth's pyramid, you should know that there are also living civilizations beyond Earth, right?"
Norman didn't answer immediately.
His usually calm eyes were full of doubt, then he seemed to realize something and looked at Victor with astonishment.
He cautiously probed, "I've heard a little. The United Nations even has a department dedicated to handling this. Mr. Chen, what do you mean by asking this?"
Victor smiled mysteriously and said, "I am an Earthling, not an alien invading Earth."
Norman remained silent, waiting for Victor to continue.
Victor didn't mind and began to educate Norman on "common knowledge" on his own.
"The biological civilizations in this universe are far more prosperous than you can imagine.
Earth, in this universe, is located in the Midgard star system within the Nine Realms, under the rule of Asgard. Most of the Norse myths you see were left behind by the Asgardians.
Let's not dwell on this.
Even the Nine Realms are actually in the Sahara Desert of the universe. Beyond endless barren space, the closest highly advanced civilization to Earth is called 'Xandar'.
The difference between Earth and Xandar is probably like the difference between America and primitive African tribes.
Don't think I'm just talking nonsense; Xandar has interstellar travel capabilities, countless sentient races, weapons capable of destroying planets, and so on.
And there are many more such powerful civilizations.
The planet Titan, home to the Eternals, whose people are all indestructible supermen, like those in DC movies.
Nidavellir, where the entire planet is a giant forge, and Odin's Gungnir, Thor's Mjolnir, and other divine artifacts were all crafted by them.
Sakaar, located in the void, is the junkyard of the entire universe, and thus draws experience from the technology of various civilizations. You can never imagine the various miraculous technologies there."
After a long speech, Victor paused, giving Norman, whose eyes were full of doubt, some time to digest.
Then he continued.
"I'm telling you all this just to let you know that this universe is vast, and I have no interest in coveting your small Osborn."
Victor stood up, extended his left palm upwards towards Norman, and a viral syringe appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Let me reintroduce myself. Victor Chen, a newly selected cosmic merchant.
Osborn Corporation is just a stepping stone for me. It won't be long, within a year, I will terminate our contract.
Until then, you assist me fully.
How does this deal sound to you?"
After speaking,
Victor extended his right hand, making a gesture of holding something, towards Norman.
The viral syringe was right in front of him, but Norman didn't take it immediately.
His thoughts were a bit muddled now.
This groundbreaking "common knowledge" had somewhat shattered his worldview, but his business intuition made him realize this was an opportunity.
Regardless of whether Victor's words were true or false, given their contractual relationship, he couldn't defy the other party's orders.
Yet Victor still gave a long speech, the purpose of which was... he didn't want him to feign compliance?
Then.
Following Victor's wishes and diligently working for him for a year, whether the cosmology was true or false, Norman would suffer no loss.
If it was true, he could ally himself with a powerful figure from the universe—then Osborn Corporation was truly insignificant.
If it was false, he might still be able to terminate the contract and regain his freedom—he would only be 28 at that time, and even without Osborn Corporation, he was confident he could rise again.
This was a win-win situation!
In a flash, Norman sorted out the pros and cons, and couldn't help but show a joyful smile—this time it was from the heart.
He ignored the viral syringe, extended both hands to grasp Victor's right hand, and was about to say some pleasantries.
Unexpectedly,
Victor suddenly plunged the viral syringe in his left hand into Norman's right arm, violently pushing out all the T-virus stock solution in the syringe.
Norman felt as if millions of ants were gnawing at his right arm, and this sensation spread throughout his body like a wildfire.
The sudden change caught him off guard, and he could only instinctively curl up into a shrimp on the ground.
Throwing the empty viral syringe into the trash can, Victor looked at Norman and awkwardly scratched his scalp.
"Uh, sorry about that... my hand was itchy, and I couldn't resist, so I just jabbed it in."
That's what he said.
But in fact, it was because he received a notification from the platform that the objective had been achieved, so he jabbed it in—you little rascal, you still made me waste a lot of words before you'd cooperate.
[Promotion mission completed, successfully promoted to Level 1 Merchant;]
[New authority "Dimensional Database" has been activated, can be viewed on the merchant panel;]
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