Who?
The "Has Fallen" guy?
Locke raised his eyebrow. Holy crap, letting him be my mentor? I won't end up getting "fallen" too, right?
Olympus Has Fallen?
London Has Fallen?
Moscow Has Fallen.
Wait.
Holy crap, it felt like he had already fallen once himself. What was that one called?
Angel Has Fallen?
Then...
When it is my turn to fall in the future, what should my fall be called?
The Fall of the Sun God?
Locke's thoughts spun like a raging storm, and then he mentally nodded to himself a few times. If he had to fall in the future, he still felt that 'The Fall of the Sun God' suited him best.
After all, he was a man determined to become the Sun God.
Although he had currently accumulated less than three hundred thousand achievement points and potential points, which seemed like a drop in the bucket compared to his ultimate goal, it was still a massive improvement.
Once tomorrow's guaranteed five hundred thousand points were credited, that would be a total of one million points.
Put in some back-breaking effort, push a little harder.
Locke set a goal for himself, striving to redeem the Sun God Bloodline before he turned thirty-five.
Right now it was 2005, and he was seventeen this year, meaning he still had eighteen years left. By that time, 2023, the timing should be absolutely perfect.
When the time comes, he would redeem the Sun God Bloodline and smoothly pack up and leave with Gwen. At that point, Locke would be a supreme god, able to go wherever the hell he wanted.
Locke thought to himself.
Mr. Nobody had already put his sunglasses back on.
"Shelton will be responsible for your training. However, whether or not you can pass those weekly exams during the twenty-four-week course is entirely up to you. Though, I imagine this shouldn't be too difficult for you."
Locke snapped back to reality and looked at Mr. Nobody with a slightly amused expression. "Mr. Nobody, I haven't agreed to this yet."
Mr. Nobody turned around.
"And besides, did you forget something?"
"Oh."
Mr. Nobody laughed out loud and looked at Locke. "Petty. My name is Petty. As for my last name, how about I tell you after you pass the evaluation?"
Petty?
Petti?
No wonder you like calling yourself Mr. Nobody. If Locke were in his shoes, he would have legally changed his name ages ago.
Locke let out a chuckle.
"I have one more request."
Petty...
Forget it.
Better stick with Mr. Nobody.
Mr. Nobody looked back at Locke without saying a word, but there was no doubt he was waiting for Locke to speak.
Locke smiled and said.
"The medical transplant list is the final place where regular citizens hope for absolute fairness. If possible, please don't let anyone cut the line. At the very least, don't let them cut the line like this."
Mr. Nobody took off his sunglasses, seemingly sizing Locke up all over again.
"I thought you were going to propose something else."
Locke shook his head. "No, just this one thing."
Mr. Nobody was a bit curious. "May I ask why?"
Locke shrugged. "Perhaps it is because I once walked through the pouring rain myself, so I know how to hold an umbrella for others."
Hearing Locke's answer, Mr. Nobody nodded.
"I understand. I will find a heart for his daughter through other channels."
Locke smiled faintly and said.
"Thank you."
Thud!
Mr. Nobody turned around, closed the door, and left.
Locke stood in place, smiled, walked back over to the bar, poured himself another glass of Bourbon, and knocked it back in one gulp.
In the afternoon.
Oscorp Industries Building.
Not long after receiving a call from downstairs, Gwen walked out from the Oscorp building. Spotting Locke waiting by the roadside, she waved happily.
"Thud!"
"Ah..."
A young man wearing casual clothes with his head lowered walked out from behind her, looking somewhat angry. He didn't seem to notice Gwen in front of him and bumped directly into her shoulder.
Gwen almost stumbled and fell.
Seeing this, Locke rushed forward and caught Gwen in his arms.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Over there, the young man who had bumped into someone also snapped out of his daze. The anger on his face vanished, and he raised his head to look at Locke and Gwen. A look of apology washed over his face as he said to Gwen.
"Apologies, miss. Are you alright? I am so sorry, I was just lost in thought..."
Gwen waved her hand. "It's fine."
She wasn't some fragile, delicate girl who would snap at a slight touch. If someone had bumped into her deliberately, she might have lost her temper, but it wasn't intentional, and she wasn't that precious.
Gwen tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then looked at the young man, a hint of surprise in her voice.
"Osborn. Harry Osborn."
The young man...
Harry Osborn, who had just been ruthlessly belittled by his father once again and was planning to head back in a mix of misery and rage, looked at Gwen as she called out his name.
"You... know me?"
Harry couldn't be blamed for reacting this way.
Ever since his birth, Harry's father, Norman Osborn—who currently controlled the Osborn Empire—shamefully despised having a son with such a weak and introverted personality.
To put it simply, Harry didn't resemble him at all. Norman hadn't even mentioned Harry a single time inside the company.
Even when Harry had just come in to find his father, he had to call his father's secretary first just to be allowed up.
Gwen said. "Of course. I know you are transferring to our school next week. I am a tenth-grade student assistant at Midtown High. It is my responsibility to know every student who is coming to our school."
Harry was a bit surprised, but due to his personality, he merely apologized once more.
After a short moment.
Seeing that Gwen was truly unharmed and had no intention of pursuing the matter, Harry lowered his head again and walked back down the steps.
Gwen smiled.
Although she was also somewhat curious as to why she had never heard of the future heir of Osborn, Harry Osborn, despite working part-time at Oscorp for so long, having a new classmate was always a good thing.
However...
Gwen looked at Locke beside her, whose gaze was locked on Harry as he walked away and got into a black sedan. Curiously, she asked.
"Locke, do you know Harry Osborn?"
Locke snapped back to reality.
"Don't know him."
"I feel like you are being weird."
"Am I?"
"Yeah."
Gwen took Locke's arm and walked toward the car parked by the curb.
"It feels like right after I said he was Harry Osborn, the look in your eyes became... how should I put it? It seemed a bit hostile. It's the first time I've ever felt that from you."
Locke froze slightly.
"Hostile? For real?"
Gwen put on a serious face as she fastened her seatbelt. "You aren't... jealous, are you?"
Locke laughed out loud, then started the car, looking over at Gwen. "Alright, I just thought he did it on purpose."
A radiant smile blossomed on Gwen's face. "I'm very glad."
Locke blinked.
What the hell?
Gwen leaned over, planted a quick kiss on Locke's cheek, and smiled. "Because it means you are protective of me. Knowing that makes me very happy."
The corner of Locke's mouth twitched.
He was indeed protective of Gwen.
But he could swear to god that he was absolutely not jealous.
The moment Gwen mentioned that the guy was Harry Osborn, Locke had only one single thought in his mind!
Chop him to pieces.
Granted, that Spider-Man was the ultimate culprit who caused the destruction of Gwen's family, but the one who actually put Gwen in mortal peril and truly killed Gwen was the Little Green Goblin.
Therefore, Locke's urge to chop the Little Green Goblin to pieces was perfectly understandable.
But on second thought.
Actually...
When it came down to the root cause, the reason the Little Green Goblin kidnapped Gwen in the first place was still because of that peter. If the little spider had just given his blood to the Little Green Goblin back then, would there have been so much nonsense?
Someone treats you with complete sincerity, what's wrong with wanting a bit of your blood?
Never mind wanting blood, shifting perspectives—if Locke were the spiderman and his best friend was in deep trouble, forget about blood, even if he had to cooperate with research to save his best friend, he would have done it without hesitation.
After Locke's thoughts took a sharp turn, his killing intent toward the Little Green Goblin dropped instantly.
But...
On the way to the restaurant where he had agreed to meet Cindy and Kahn, Locke used his peripheral vision to look at Gwen, who was sitting in the passenger seat texting Cindy with her head lowered, smiling beautifully. He felt a bit dazed.
Was it an illusion?
Locke felt that, somehow, Gwen's six senses were becoming sharper and sharper.
He usually controlled his overflowing killing intent exceptionally well.
The exact same amount, if placed at this time last year, Gwen wouldn't have noticed it at all.
'What's the situation here?'
Locke thought to himself.
They arrived at the restaurant.
"Gwen, Locke, over here!" The moment they entered the restaurant, Cindy, who had already secured a spot over there, stood up and quickly waved her hands to signal them.
Kahn had also been interning at Stark Industries during the holidays and weekends recently. However, he wasn't at the Stark Industries Building, but rather working at the biotech company that had acquired his shark serum patent.
After Gwen and Locke took their seats, Cindy looked at Locke, leaning her folded arms on the table. "So, I heard about the wiretap thing. A false alarm?"
Locke nodded. "Yes."
Cindy said. "I understand you. My dad had wiretaps installed on him before too."
Locke looked at Cindy.
Cindy smiled. "Mom suspected Dad was having an affair, so a few years ago, she hired a private investigator to tail my dad."
The corner of Locke's mouth twitched.
"We are not the same."
Cindy shrugged. "Pretty much. Potato Patato"
Locke didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Since when could an affair wiretap be compared to a CIA wiretap?
And besides...
Locke always felt like Cindy was putting a curse on him.
Him?
An affair?
How could that be possible.
Cindy immediately said to Gwen. "So, now that it's all fine, party?"
Gwen smiled. "Didn't you throw one tonight?"
Cindy shook her head. "I told you, if you guys aren't coming, what's the point of me throwing a party? Next week, next weekend, how about it?"
Gwen looked at Locke. "What do you think?"
Cindy looked at Locke. "There will be alcohol, Lone Star beer."
Looking at Cindy using the fine liquor from his hometown to tempt him, Locke couldn't help but smile. He exchanged a look with Gwen.
"Let's go then. It's not like there's anything else to do anyway."
Everything had been taken care of.
What could possibly go wrong.
The years remained peaceful and quiet, and he could continue grinding missions.
At most, there was only one question left.
Why the hell...
Why hasn't the 'Lorraine Broughton' mission registered as completed yet??
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