I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 554 Amora's Coolness Lasts Only 3 Seconds

As Amora suddenly attacked without warning, a chorus of gasps erupted in the banquet hall.

Some people instinctively started to run away, some stood there and screamed, and some even took out their phones to record.

Among the group, a muscular young man, wanting to show off in front of his female companion, rushed forward to try and stop Amora.

Before his hand could even touch Amora's shoulder, he was struck in the chest by a dark green energy shockwave, flying three meters backward, knocking over a row of chairs, and losing consciousness upon landing.

Amora, from beginning to end, didn't even glance at him.

She took a device from her waist and plunged it into Dr. Schiffer's right eye.

The object was about the size of a palm, made of some kind of dark silver metal, with patterns etched on its surface that did not belong to any civilization on Earth.

One end of the device is a sophisticated mechanical structure, while the other end is connected to several hair-thin probes that gleam coldly under the amber light.

The doctor let out a scream and began to struggle instinctively. However, Amora's fingers were as firm as a rock, and no matter how the doctor resisted, he could not budge them an inch.

At the same time, the probe pierced the cornea, and a low buzzing sound came from inside the device.

That's some kind of scanning technology far beyond Earth's technological level at work.

The structure of the doctor's eyeball was analyzed layer by layer. The texture of the iris, the distribution of blood vessels in the retina, the curvature of the lens... every detail was converted into a data stream, and transmitted in real time across thousands of kilometers using a transmission method far exceeding the current level of Earth's civilization technology, to another device held by Eagle Eye in the laboratory in Zone C, where a complete eyeball model appeared.

Thanks to this, Hawkeye and his team were able to disable the laboratory's security system and successfully retrieve the meteorite fragments rich in iridium.

"Scan complete."

After doing all this, Amora's voice was as calm as if she were reporting the weather.

She let go, allowing the doctor to slide off the table, cover his eyes with his hands, and curl up on the floor, his painful groans drowned out by the screams and commotion around him.

Amora then straightened up and casually tossed the device, which was no longer of any use, onto the ground.

The metal struck the marble with a crisp sound. Then, swept aside by her trailing skirt, it slid under a round table, disappearing from sight.

She turned around and walked towards the exit of the concert hall.

The square outside the gate was in complete chaos.

The guests attending the banquet poured out of the various exits like a flock of startled birds.

The high heels and leather shoes made a chaotic sound as they stepped on the stone floor.

Some people were shouting for the police, some were crying and calling their families, but most were just running aimlessly, driven by instinctive fear, desperately trying to escape the terrifying woman in the green dress.

Amidst this atmosphere of panic, Amora brazenly walked into the center of the square and slowly came to a stop.

She then parted her lips slightly and spoke, word by word.

"Kneel down."

The sound was not loud; it could even be described as gentle.

But each syllable seemed to be carried by some ancient force, piercing through the noise of the square, through the distant sirens, through everyone's eardrums, and directly into the depths of everyone's brain.

The male guests in the front row immediately buckled at the knees and knelt down on the stone floor.

Then there were more people.

Of course, not everyone easily succumbs to Amora's mind control magic.

An elderly man in a general's uniform was trembling all over, veins bulging on his forehead, as he struggled with all his might against the strange force that was trying to penetrate his brain.

His long military career had etched resolute lines onto his face. The medals hanging on his chest gleamed metallically in the night.

He had faced life-or-death trials in countless battles. His steely will, forged through countless trials, enabled him, with his mortal body, to withstand the magical influence of Amora!

Unfortunately, due to his advanced age and lack of magical resistance, the old man ultimately could not hold on. His eyes gradually became unfocused and lifeless until his whole body relaxed, and he knelt down in obsequious worship in the direction of Amora.

Amora stood in the center of the kneeling crowd, like a dark green marble statue.

An evening breeze blew from the end of the square, ruffling her skirt and a few strands of golden hair that fell loose from the edge of her hair bun.

She slightly raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over the mortals crawling at her feet, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"This is your innate nature." She

His voice echoed across the square, carrying a condescending and superior tone, mocking and disdainful.

"You fear beings stronger than you; you submit to the rule of the strong. You kneel and worship gods..."

"It was like this ten thousand years ago, and it will still be like this ten thousand years from now. You call this civilization, progress, and free will? It's utterly ridiculous..."

"When your master stands before you, your knees will always react faster than your brains."

She raised one hand, and a ball of dark green energy condensed in her palm, flickering uncertainly in the night.

"Look at yourselves. You have bankers, generals, scientists, artists... You wear custom-made suits, drink vintage champagne, and discuss stocks and philosophy, thinking that's what nobility is. But when your cities are invaded, when your planet is conquered, you will kneel before any powerful force that is strong enough, just like you are now. Because that is your true nature."

The energy ball spun in her palm, growing larger and brighter.

"Born into slavery, this is your fate...!"

But just as Amora was about to detonate the energy cluster to further stabilize the effects of mind control, her words came to an abrupt halt.

Because she saw it...

On the roof of the Grand Theatre, facing the square, stood a familiar figure.

The figure stood with his arms crossed, looking down at her.

The black symbiote suit blended almost seamlessly into the darkness of the night, with only the edges faintly reflecting the distant city lights.

White spider-like patterns extend from the chest to the shoulders and back, maintaining an eerie stillness amidst the fluid texture unique to symbiotes.

He stood on the gargoyle at the highest point of the theater, his posture casual, as if he were looking at the scenery from his own balcony.

He stood atop the water sprite at the highest point of the theater, his posture as casual as if he were admiring the view from his own balcony. The night breeze swept past him, causing subtle ripples on the surface of his symbiote suit, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

Only when he realized that Amora had discovered his presence did the other person smile and wave at Amora, the gesture as relaxed as if he had bumped into an old friend.

But it was precisely this harmless appearance that made Amora's pupils suddenly contract and his hair stand on end.