After a moment of reflection on the scum who had long since flowed into the sewers, Heisenberg began to savor the feeling of sudden wealth.
Over six hundred thousand Origin Substances!
How to spend it?
For a moment, Heisenberg hesitated: should he get one Audrey Hepburn, or ten?
Cough, cough…
It's all fleeting. He's hardly so shallow.
He must prioritize eliminating the weakness to Kryptonite first.
"System, eliminate my genetic weakness to Kryptonite!"
"Yes!"
In the blink of an eye, one of Heisenberg's weaknesses vanished…?
This… is utterly uninteresting.
After spending around forty thousand Origin Substances, he still had about five hundred thousand left. What should he do with that?
Should he… as he'd once thought, go back to his hometown for a visit?
Of course. Heisenberg is a man of his word!
But not now. There's no need to rush.
He hasn't even finished his meal yet!
By the end, Heisenberg felt a twinge of regret.
He was tired of steak and grilled meat. He missed proper Chinese cuisine.
Especially those dishes he used to love!
"Billy!"
He waved, and Billy quickly approached.
Once Billy was beside him, Heisenberg whispered,
"Find time to recruit two Chinese chefs for me. Their skills must be impeccable. I want to taste the most authentic Chinese food!"
"Yes!"
Billy nodded eagerly.
After Billy left, Heisenberg slowly sipped two bottles of bourbon.
American Chinese food just doesn't taste right. He'd have to make time to go home and savor his hometown dishes.
Whether it was the alcohol or homesickness, he decided, for the first time ever, to go out for a walk.
Heisenberg immediately returned to his room, changed into a casual suit, and left Heisenberg Tower.
Today, New York felt unusually empty.
After walking over three hundred meters, he saw more than ten fire trucks and ambulances.
No surprise there. Last night, the two punches he landed on the Hulk had destroyed over a hundred buildings. This wasn't a problem that could be solved quickly.
Heisenberg paid them no mind. He'd done what he wanted and needed to do.
If the Hulk had been left unchecked, with his habit of not stopping until he'd vented for hours, far more innocent people would have been injured or killed.
Heisenberg wasn't Clark Kent. Having already minimized the suffering, he wouldn't blame himself for what remained.
All he could do was be himself.
He continued down the street. After about two kilometers, he entered Hell's Kitchen.
To his surprise, it was completely different from other neighborhoods. The people here seemed unusually cheerful.
There were even crowds drinking on the streets!!!
It stunned Heisenberg. As long as Earth survived, Hell's Kitchen remained Hell's Kitchen?
Heisenberg joined a partying crowd, shared a few drinks, and chatted with two homeless men.
Only then did he learn that this party was all thanks to him.
When Heisenberg ordered Bullseye to calm the public, Bullseye started with Hell's Kitchen.
What could a street mercenary and professional thug like Bullseye use to calm people?
He couldn't bring in the mayor for a speech like the federal government, letting the crowd vent their anger for hours!
The government could do that, and after cursing the mayor, governor, and even the president, the citizens would calm down.
But Bullseye couldn't pull that off.
So, our straightforward Bullseye simply supplied Hell's Kitchen with endless alcohol and drinks.
Wilson Fisk's gang already ran a smuggling operation for alcohol, and after Heisenberg's anti-drug campaign, arms and alcohol became their main business.
With such a trade, how could they lack inventory? Hell's Kitchen residents could enjoy two to three free beers each!
Beyond the free drinks, Bullseye issued an order in Heisenberg's name: no troublemaking allowed in New York.
After killing Fisk, defeating the Punisher, and taking down the Hulk, Heisenberg's reputation was enough to silence a crying child.
With this order, no gang member in New York, except the Nuclear Bomb Gang, dared step onto the streets.
Who didn't know Heisenberg was a murderous madman with superhuman strength?
Who the hell would dare provoke him?
Thus, Hell's Kitchen transformed from a gang-ridden wasteland into a paradise free of gang activity.
The locals went wild with excitement.
Watching the joyful crowd, even though Heisenberg knew they weren't exactly good people,
the festive atmosphere was enough to make him happy.
He left Hell's Kitchen with a satisfied smile. Bullseye's work here was excellent, truly excellent.
Only someone like him, who knew the streets, understood what New Yorkers truly needed.
It wasn't a meal or survival.
It was a sense of security and genuine joy, even if they starved.
And, of course, the freedom to never wear a mask, even if they wore hoods.
…
Passing through Hell's Kitchen and crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, Heisenberg walked through Washington Square and arrived in Queens.
This was one of the most famous areas in the Marvel Universe—the hometown of Peter Parker, the little Spider-Man.
How popular is Spider-Man?
On Earth, the top three best-selling comics have always been the same:
Superman, Batman, and Spider-Man.
One represents the perfection of humanity, another explores its darkness, and the little Spider-Man embodies its ordinariness.
And Queens is the little Spider-Man's home.
Heisenberg looked toward Queens, his hearing already locking onto the little Spider-Man's location.
His vision also revealed the eight-year-old's life.
The kid was being kept at home by Aunt May, watching TV.
Peter was lively and energetic. With school suddenly canceled, he desperately wanted to play football with his friends.
But Aunt May and Uncle Ben, knowing the streets were dangerous, easily kept him indoors.
Sitting in front of the TV, Peter felt even cartoons had lost their charm.
Watching him, Heisenberg suddenly wanted to do something.
He soared into the sky and, in an instant, appeared outside Peter's window.
Though Uncle Ben and Aunt May weren't wealthy, their house was still a standalone structure—simply because they'd lived in New York for a long time.
Heisenberg gently tapped the window, catching Peter's curious gaze.
The moment Peter recognized him, Heisenberg waved with a smile.
In the next second, Heisenberg silently entered the room, standing behind Peter.
Just as Peter wondered why the figure at the window had vanished, Heisenberg ruffled his hair.
"Ah!!!"
Peter jumped in fright, making Heisenberg grin with mischievous satisfaction.
Seeing Heisenberg's smile, Peter frowned in annoyance.
Kind of cute…
Heisenberg continued ruffling Peter's hair, prompting him to dodge repeatedly, his face full of discontent.
"Who are you? How did you get in here? This is private property, sir!"
"Haha, alright, alright, private property. Looks like I'm in the wrong!"
Heisenberg laughed, then extended his left hand, removing the watch from his wrist.
"Since I'm in the wrong, I should make it up. How about I give you this watch?"
"No thanks!"
Facing the strikingly beautiful watch, Peter pouted in refusal.
"You don't need to give me this, and I can't accept gifts from strangers. That's what Uncle Ben told me!"
"But I intruded on your private property."
"You need to apologize, sir. Aunt May and Uncle Ben are upstairs. I… I…"
Peter suddenly thought of something.
Glancing at Heisenberg's muscular build, he squeezed himself into the sofa corner, though afraid, he didn't want Aunt May and Uncle Ben to come downstairs, fearing they'd be hurt.
He whispered worriedly,
"I can accept your apology on their behalf. Will you apologize?"
"Hmm, of course. But you seem scared?"
"I'm not scared. You're not a bad guy, right?
And you're giving me a watch, so you'll apologize. Apologizing is cheaper than a watch!"
Peter's words convinced himself and amused Heisenberg.
Heisenberg laughed, ruffled Peter's hair again, and muttered,
"Even kids know that yielding is far easier than paying the price, but adults just won't do it!"
With that, Heisenberg patted Peter's head.
"Alright, that's enough.
As for the watch, it's not compensation or a gift, but a token of expectation."
Heisenberg firmly grabbed Peter's hand and slipped his old watch onto Peter's wrist.
Before Peter could remove it, Heisenberg soared into the sky.
His flying figure thrilled Peter, who instantly flashed the Superman flying gesture.
"Wow, are you Superman? The one everyone's been talking about?"
"Haha, you recognized me. So, cherish my expectation, kid!"
With that, Heisenberg flew to the window, politely opened it, and, for the first time, left someone's property without breaking through a wall.
Leaving Peter excitedly bouncing on the sofa.
…
Giving away his last connection to the past, Heisenberg entrusted his former ordinariness to the most deserving child.
By gifting the watch, he also bid farewell to his past self.
Eleven days in the Marvel Universe.
After countless internal struggles, Heisenberg finally became his true self—the self of now and the future.
He swiftly flew back to the rooftop of his building and reclined in his lounge chair.
"Bidding farewell to my past self feels good. Time to plan my next moves!"
He muttered to himself.
"I've established my authority in New York, and my infiltration and manipulation of Hydra are ongoing.
I need to assist, keeping them balanced with SHIELD in terms of power, so neither can spare the time to bother me. This will facilitate Rumlow's defection.
Meanwhile, Hydra's threat and my own will push the remnants of SHIELD and the U.S. government to continue researching the Cosmic Cube.
They need something to restore their confidence, and that research is the perfect trap to lead them into the abyss.
Defeating the Hulk will deter nations from acting unilaterally against me, but it's not enough. They need external threats—crises that force them to trust, rely on, and even worship me.
This crisis begins with Thor's foolish brother.
The Chitauri's technology will leapfrog Earth's, and Iron Man's new energy discoveries will reshuffle existing industries.
In this new era, those who once were great must outpace it to remain so.
What could be more fitting than a grand plan to leave the solar system?
Humans, you will venture out, and soon…"