I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 283 [3 Chapters Combined into 1] Liquidation Time

"You're talking nonsense!"

However, Mr. Negative's silence only made things worse. Upon hearing his explanation, Kingpin slammed his hand on the armrest, and the obsidian throne groaned under its strain.

"He is indeed establishing order! But what kind of order is it?"

"It's about establishing order to eliminate 'crime'!"

"His targets were all my people! My infiltration channels! My money-making businesses!"

"Which of those 'heinous criminals' he purged was innocent? Which of them weren't my carefully cultivated 'partners'?!"

"And you still confidently told me that he would eventually degenerate into a ruthless killer?"

"He's clearly more like a ruthless official from an ancient Chinese martial arts novel, wielding an imperial sword and killing without blinking an eye! A ridiculously efficient 'righteous' madman!"

Kingpin felt his heart bleeding when he thought about how much money he had lost during this period and how heavy a blow his criminal business had been!

Overwhelmed with emotion, Jin was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Even so, Kingpin did not stop complaining and continued to roar incessantly.

"The reason I agreed to cooperate with you, sparing no expense and using the vibranium-powered Spider-Man, wasn't to create another more terrifying 'vigilante' in New York! It was to make him out of control! To make him corrupt! To make him a tool in our hands! To let Spider-Man wreak havoc throughout New York City, becoming a new source of crime, a public enemy!"

Halfway through his sentence, Kingpin seemed to remember something and suddenly turned his head to look at the phantom of "Vallon," his eyes like those of a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

"And you! Mr. Valon! You promised me before that anyone who gets tainted by the power of the 'Shadow Legion' will gradually lose their true nature and become a demon who only knows killing and destruction, right?"

"Why are those bastards who emerged from the shadows now his 'police dogs'! They should have turned against him! They should have dragged him into the abyss of darkness! Instead, they're now so efficient, hitting wherever they're told, making all the police forces in America blush with shame!"

It's worth mentioning in the conversation...

It was precisely because Riley hadn't been corrupted by the Shadowkhan, and instead was becoming increasingly adept at directing them, that Kingpin was so terrified he immediately modified the fortress, installing a 24/7 high-intensity lighting system in every room to ensure that, to the naked eye, all shadows inside the rooms had been completely erased!

Although this meant that living in the fortress was a real ordeal, as you had to wear thick sunglasses every day.

But Kingpin thought it was better than sleeping in the middle of the night and having Spider-Man jump out of the shadows and chop off his head!

"Ultimately, isn't it all because you were too stupid? You provoked Spider-Man but couldn't defeat him, which made things get worse and worse?"

Of course, Kingpin's aura is indeed very intimidating when used to scare ordinary people or third-rate villains.

However, putting that aside for now, the consciousness currently controlling Valmont's body is an ancient, malevolent dragon. A truly powerful being, imbued with the aura of a real dragon…

Even Valon himself was once the big boss who controlled the entire Mafia, and his status was clearly no lower than Kingpin's!

Therefore, when faced with Kingpin's pressure and questioning, Valon showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he crossed his arms, glared with his scarlet eyes, and coldly retorted.

"Furthermore, don't question my judgment! The Shadow Legion's power originates from an ancient dark pact. It is itself a symbol of chaos and disorder! No one can resist the corrosive influence of this power! The only explanation is that when that guy's ability came into contact with this power, it unexpectedly neutralized the portion of the Shadow Legion's pact used to corrupt people's hearts. Or, due to the principle of reversal at the extremes, the two forces that corrupt people's hearts combined actually strengthened the user's own 'will'!"

"Things will inevitably turn into their opposites...that's right!"

Upon hearing the "Valon" conjecture, Mr. Negative, who had been frowning and busy pondering why his supposedly foolproof plan was repeatedly encountering unexpected problems, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He then slammed his hand on the table, attracting their attention and sharing his insights.

"The problem lies not in will, but in the 'direction' in which power is applied!"

"direction?"

"That's right, the problem lies in the direction! During the first operation, the reversal ability I applied undoubtedly succeeded in reversing his 'sense of justice'."

"But in the process of completing the reversal, he came into contact with other forces that could corrupt people's hearts. This caused the effect to go too far, turning what should have been 'evil' pleasure and indulgence... into a more extreme, pure, and unquestionable worship and pursuit of 'order'!"

"What are you talking about...?"

"...To put it simply, the current Spider-Man has distorted the act of 'fighting crime' into a supreme goal, a 'sacred mission' that cannot be tainted."

"To achieve this goal, he can use any power without any psychological burden, including personally commanding the Shadow Legion."

"It can also trample on any rule, such as forcibly seizing the police station's jurisdiction."

"Even if necessary, any means are acceptable to achieve one's goals! For example, making that journalist who smeared his image disappear completely from the news industry!"

At this point, Mr. Negative, whose mind had suddenly become clear, gradually took on a serious tone in his voice, one that he himself was unaware of.

"In other words, Spider-Man has indeed completed a reversal... only he's reversed from 'good becoming evil' to 'evil becoming good'!"

"The core logic of all actions remains rooted in the goal of 'eliminating evil.' Only the methods have become more efficient than the most ruthless killer! More tyrannical than the most despotic tyrant!"

"He was no longer bound by moral standards, yet more determined than ever to build the 'pure and immaculate' utopian world in his heart... a purely good world that could not tolerate the existence of us 'impurities'!"

"And before reaching his goal, he will clear away any obstacles in his path like a ruthless machine!"

"...In the end, there's still no solution! What do you mean by 'evil turning into good'... This is even worse than the plan failing!"

If in the first half of the story, Kingpin still had a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart...

The latter part of Mr. Negative's words was like a bucket of cold water poured over Kingpin's head, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope and sliver of optimism in his heart.

Driven to his wits' end, Kingpin roared through gritted teeth as his massive fist slammed into the control panel beside him. The hard alloy panel instantly dented, sparks flying everywhere, making Kingpin appear even more terrifying.

"He hasn't become our weapon; instead, he's become a Damocles' sword hanging over our heads, ready to fall at any moment! And this Damocles' sword is now cloaked in the guise of 'legal law enforcement'! He controls the resources of the NYPD and District 13! And those damned shadow henchmen are his thugs! Are we tired of living our lives so easily, and are we creating a much more challenging boss for ourselves?!"

"Calm down, Mr. Fisk. The situation has deviated from expectations, but it is not irreversible. His behavior has changed, becoming extreme and unpredictable. This fanaticism for 'order' is a double-edged sword. He has indeed dealt us a severe blow, but in the process, he has also angered many others, including those who were originally neutral and even potential allies."

Faced with Kingpin, who was using rage to mask his inner unease, Mr. Negative's eyes flashed with disdain and contempt. However, considering that Kingpin still had some value, he suppressed his temper and continued to appease his hapless teammate who only knew how to throw tantrums.

"For example, S.H.I.E.L.D. would never stand idly by while an uncontrolled superhuman takes control of the New York Police Department, or even the entire city of New York. Not to mention, one of the things those foolish civilians love to do most is to elevate someone to a pedestal, and then smash them down hard..."

"If Spider-Man makes even the slightest mistake in his subsequent actions—for example, accidentally killing innocent civilians or causing significant damage to their property—we can use this as an opportunity to create a huge problem and undermine the trust of New York City residents in Spider-Man!"

"At that time, I'm curious whether Spider-Man will be able to bring himself to turn his sword against those ignorant masses who only follow the crowd, in order to create a utopian world where crime is completely eradicated."

Speaking of this, I can already picture Spider-Man standing on the opposite side of the people, caught in a dilemma, with Mr. Negative's face, which is black and white and constantly changing, revealing a cruel yet expectant smile.

"What we need to do is not to blame each other here, but to make another effort and give him a push. Guide this 'neither good nor evil' sword to strike the wrong target. Let the 'order' he has worked so hard to build become the spark that ignites a new round of chaos."

"When everyone sees him as an enemy, Spider-Man will either be crushed in the rage of the crowd, or he will go on a killing spree indiscriminately, sliding completely into the abyss that we have carefully prepared for him."

After hearing Mr. Negative's plan, Kingpin's massive chest heaved violently, and although the rage in his eyes had not completely subsided, the new perspective offered by Mr. Negative allowed his reason to barely suppress his anger, and he began to rethink how to break the deadlock.

After a moment of silence, Kingpin's enormous hand slowly closed, his knuckles cracking as he clenched it.

"Give him a push...that reminded me."

Kingpin's voice was terrifyingly deep, like an echo from the abyss.

"Then push him harder, let him touch those areas."

As he spoke, Kingpin skillfully pressed several buttons on the severely damaged but still usable control panel, displaying a virtual projection of a global map in the center of the three-person area.

He then swiped his hand for a moment, tapping on the holographic map to select the areas representing Mexico and the Golden Triangle, a gleam of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"He wants to build order and likes to crack down on drug trafficking, right? Then find an opportunity to lure him into the real heart of 'chaos.' Let's see if he can still crack these tough nuts after leaving New York City!"

As Kingpin finished speaking, the atmosphere of conspiracy once again permeated the cold underground fortress, like the sea fog that never dissipates outside the window.

However, this atmosphere did not last long.

Just as Kingpin and his crew thought they had found a new way to break the deadlock, and were sporting their signature villainous smiles, convinced they could finally get Spider-Man under their thumb...

In this brightly lit room, under the watchful eyes of everyone...

Suddenly a shadow appeared, its color deepening, and it stood up without warning.

It's not a metaphor, it's not an illusion...

The shadow first rippled like water, then quickly bulged up, like black clay being kneaded by an invisible hand.

Finally, a black humanoid monster over two meters tall "stood" up from the ground. Due to the fusion with the nanosuit, the surface of the symbiote suit shimmered with a liquid metallic sheen.

It was Riley, who appeared in the form of Venom, and was the shared nightmare of the three of them!

Good evening, gentlemen.

Riley Parker's voice came from under his suit, carrying a kind of inhuman buzzing sound thanks to the voice changer.

"Looks like I've come at the wrong time? You're all busy discussing how to deal with me?"

After Riley finished speaking, Kingpin, who was slow to realize what was happening, was shocked and could not believe what he had just witnessed!

There were no alarms. No sound of breaking down the door. Not even any energy fluctuations...

This monster seemed to have grown directly from the floor of the room, leaving no way to counter it!

"That's impossible!"

Kingpin growled and slammed the emergency button on the control panel. Various automated firearms sprang from the wall, locking onto Riley's figure as he gritted his teeth and demanded an explanation.

"I clearly eliminated all the shadows! How did you get in?!"

Faced with Kingpin's confusion and doubt, Riley simply tilted his head, his white eyepatch expanding into an exaggerated arc. Completely ignoring the threat of the gun, he smiled mockingly.

"Wow, it seems our former crime kingpin of New York City failed physics in school? You don't really think bright light can 'eliminate' shadows, do you?"

Wherever there is light, there will be shadow. All your efforts only make the shadow more hidden.

As he was talking, Riley seemed to remember something interesting, and as if by magic, he put on the ring out of thin air.

Then, in front of Kingpin and the others, just a second before the guns were fired, he opened interconnected portals. The bullets that should have hit Riley instead exited from another portal and struck the guns themselves.

Without even lifting a finger, they easily and effortlessly resolved Kingpin's expensively constructed defense system! Their main selling point is "using the original broth to digest the original food"!

Then he spread his hands and, in the most innocent tone, made a serious joke.

"Just a heads-up, even if any of you could truly eliminate your shadows, it wouldn't stop me... If I wanted to, I had many more ways to appear beside you at any time."

Upon hearing Riley's words, Mr. Negative's fingers glowed with an eerie green light, but his movements noticeably slowed down by half a beat.

Even though he had witnessed it with his own eyes, his brain, which was in a state of malfunction, was still processing the fact that "it's impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Besides, you don't really think that after all this time, I haven't found out that you were the ones who ambushed me when the Spider Killer robot appeared, do you? I just thought the environment in my 'home' was too bad, so I cleaned it up a bit and didn't have time to deal with you for the time being."

Seeing Kingpin and Mr. Negative fall silent, Riley didn't back down. Instead, he added fuel to the fire by using Slacker's abilities to hack into the room's projector. The crime footage that Slacker had scanned and saved on the day the Spider-Slayer robot appeared was displayed with crystal clarity before the three of them.

The reason why Sheriff George could not find any trace of the crime was that the stolen gold bars from the bank were not moved by conventional means.

Instead, Valmont controlled the ninja soldiers, who emerged from the shadows. After disrupting the surveillance system, they leisurely used the ninja soldiers' ability to teleport in the shadows to slowly move all the gold bars from the vault.

Of course, Valon originally thought that everything he had done was done so secretly that no one could catch him red-handed.

Unexpectedly, Spider-Man's growth rate once again shattered their predictions. Without their knowledge, he had already mastered the special ability to travel through time!

"By the way, you're right about one thing... The longer this drags on, the less I can guarantee that my personality, which has reversed and become more extreme and violent, won't lead me to make some wrong decisions. So I've decided that I should stop making 'falsified accounts' while I'm ahead and can't keep dragging it out. It's time to settle old scores with you."

"...Such arrogance! Do you really think we're afraid of you?!"

Almost as soon as Riley finished speaking, Kingpin, whose anger had already reached its limit and who knew that running away from this terrifying black monster would only lead to a quicker death, stopped hiding his strength amidst the angry roar!

Taking a deep breath and tensing all his muscles, Kingpin, who appeared to be obese but was actually full of muscles, stretched his tailor-made suit so much that it burst open!

Then, using what was available, he grabbed his two-ton throne and smashed it down on the intruder in front of him!

Unfortunately, Kingpin's once-proud strength was no different from that of a slightly stronger ant in front of Riley.

Faced with the enormous chair hurtling through the air at breakneck speed, Riley simply lifted one hand, gently lifting it up and standing still, effortlessly taking it in his hand.

Then, with a single-handed exertion, his five fingers clenched tightly, and visible spiderweb-like cracks quickly spread across the seat.

In just a breath or two, this obsidian throne, which cost a fortune to build and was originally more than capable of withstanding bullets of a certain caliber, was crushed to pieces by Riley with one hand, like a fragile snowball!

"Wilson Fisk, also known as Kingpin, was once the king of crime in New York City. After you came to power, you were involved in almost every crime, treating crime as a business."

After doing all this, Riley, who seemed to be walking slowly forward, appeared behind Kingpin like a ghost the moment he put his foot down.

The next second, without giving Kingpin any time to struggle or resist, Riley simply reached out and effortlessly pierced Kingpin's chest, grasping Kingpin's powerfully beating heart in his palm.

"However, I still want to thank you. The list of crimes you left behind in Fisker Tower saved me a lot of investigation time while I was cleaning up this scourge of New York City… So, I can give you a quick death; it's time for you to get going."

The moment he finished speaking, Riley exerted his strength and crushed the heart in his hand.

With blood splattering everywhere, Kingpin could only gasp for breath, flailing his hands wildly in front of him. After a few instinctive struggles, his entire body fell forward and crashed heavily to the ground!

Kingpin, who once built a New York underground crime empire with his absurdly low body fat percentage of only 4% and his extraordinary intellect, died at the hands of Riley, whose numbers were even more outrageous and whose schemes were even more insidious, without even a chance to resist!

Even more fatal was the entire process from when Kingpin launched his attack to when he was killed on the spot…

The entire process, all in all, takes no more than a second or two!

"...No...don't come any closer! You monster! Stay away from me—!!!"

Therefore, it wasn't until Mr. Negative witnessed Kingpin's brutal death before his eyes that his brain went into a daze and he belatedly came to his senses.

Then, the moment Riley, covered in blood, turned to look at Mr. Negative, Mr. Negative, like a startled rabbit, suddenly launched an attack. A fan-shaped burst of eerie green energy erupted, blasting the terrifying monster before him with all its might!

Faced with Mr. Negative's attack, Riley not only did not dodge, but instead relaxed his suppression of the black and white energy in his body and deliberately opened his arms.

In the end, just like Superman basking in the sunlight, his entire body displayed the same black and white color scheme as Mr. Negative, absorbing Mr. Negative's attack as some kind of nourishing substance!

Mr. Negative, who was already in despair, was so weak and trembling that he finally realized what kind of monster he had provoked!

Of course, he wouldn't have to worry about this for long...

In the blink of an eye, Riley, who was standing in front of Mr. Negative Film, mysteriously vanished.

The next second, as the scene unfolded before my eyes, it began to spin and tumble, until it froze at a somewhat strange angle with the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Mr. Negative suddenly saw a headless corpse, instinctively raised his hand to cover his neck, and staggered to his knees on the ground.

But this corpse... it looks kind of familiar...

Oh, right...

That was my own body all along...