stonecrandall Chapter 298 A Certain Person Who Is Somewhat Crazy
Chapter 298 A Certain Person Who Is Somewhat Crazy
Chapter 297 A Certain Person Who Is Somewhat Crazy
"Ah—everyone."
Miguel cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound normal. "You can talk to everyone for a bit first."
We'll assign you tasks later. We've recently been tracking down a guy trying to jump between universes—that guy is Spot."
It exists in other universes as well, but this universe is rather special.
He looked down at the messages sent by his subordinates, the screen displaying the real-time location of the guy who was giving him a headache.
That strange black-and-white monster with an unseen face is causing chaos in some corner of the city.
But for him, the real headache wasn't actually the monster.
Instead, it was the black Spider-Man swinging through the city on his webs.
His temple throbbed.
He has a terrible headache.
Of course—there are even more troublesome things.
"Wow—" Hanlu's voice came from the other end of the hall, "By the way, what bit you? Even a Tyrannosaurus Rex can be bitten by a spider?"
Miguel's lips twitched.
He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Hanlu was already riding on the head of the Tyrannosaurus Rex Spider-Man without anyone noticing.
He straddled the enormous creature's neck with his legs dangling to his sides, one hand gripping a horn-like protrusion on the top of the Tyrannosaurus Rex's head, the other gently patting its massive head.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex—clearly a variant from ancient times—was wearing a specially made saddle with a spider symbol.
As far as Miguel knows, this guy even created an "Ancient Dinosaur Team" for himself—a dinosaur version of the Avengers.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex Spider-Man was a little angry about Hanlu's behavior.
Its thick hind legs stomped around in place, making a dull "thump thump thump" sound, and the ground trembled slightly.
Its enormous head swayed left and right, shaking back and forth, trying to shake off the arrogant fellow on top of it.
Its tail was also thrashing about nervously, knocking over a half-built tower of cards by Spider-Man.
But the Cold Dew season remained unchanged.
He sat steadily on the Tyrannosaurus Rex's head, as if he were permanently attached to it.
With each head shake of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, he would tilt his body slightly in response to the force, and then straighten up again when the head swung back.
The movements were so practiced, it was as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times.
Then—Hanlu snapped her fingers.
A soft "snap" sound.
A huge, golden, sizzling, super-sized chicken leg suddenly appeared in front of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The chicken leg was as big as a tree trunk, and it emitted an irresistible aroma.
The chicken leg skin was roasted to a golden brown and crispy, sprinkled with some unknown spices, and glistened enticingly under the light.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex's eyes widened instantly.
Its pupils suddenly dilated, and its mouth involuntarily opened, revealing a huge, barbed purple tongue that licked around in the air.
Hanlu pushed the big chicken leg toward the Tyrannosaurus Rex's mouth.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex did not hesitate at all.
It opened its blood-red maw and snapped it down.
"Crunchy and crunchy."
The sound was crisp and clear, like biting into a cookie. The Tyrannosaurus Rex's eyes narrowed, as if it were savoring some supreme delicacy.
Its tail began to wag gently—not the restless swishing it had been before, but like a cat that had been petted comfortably, circling behind it.
Hanlu patted its head.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex obediently straightened its neck and lowered its body slightly to make Hanlu more comfortable. It let out a deep, satisfied purr from its throat, like a giant cat.
They're easy to coax.
Of course, compared to the Tyrannosaurus Rex Spider-Man beneath him, his real target is still the search.
Hanlu raised her gaze from the Tyrannosaurus Rex's massive head and quickly surveyed every Spider-Man in the hall.
His eyes were like a high-speed scanner, sweeping over each mask, each figure, and over the Spider-Men hanging upside down, hanging upright, lying on the ground, and floating in the air.
He saw a female Spider-Man wearing a white Spider-Man suit, sitting in a corner telling a story to a little girl.
He saw a Spider-Man whose entire body was made of sand, trying to weave a sand web with his silk, but the silk leaked through the sand's fingers and he couldn't weave it no matter what he did.
He saw a Spider-Man dressed in medieval armor, holding a shield embroidered with a spider pattern, gesturing to a Spider-Man dressed in Japanese samurai armor.
He saw one—
His gaze suddenly stopped.
Those few people—
Hanlu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the curve of her lips slowly widened.
He finally found it.
Those few special Spider-Man individuals who are particularly important to us.
"Oh my god—400-year-old auntie! You're my idol, you know? Can I get your autograph?"
Hanlu's voice echoed in the hall, carrying the undisguised fervor of a fan meeting their idol.
As we all know, the English translation of Spider-Man is usually "Spider-Man". However, in Japan, because there is also a Toho Spider-Man, due to localization and translation, everyone likes to call him "400-Auntie".
The origin of this name is impossible to verify, but everyone who hears it will smile knowingly, except for the person in question.
Takuya Yamashiro was originally just a motorcycle enthusiast who rode his motorcycle around every day, living an ordinary life.
However, due to some special circumstances, he was bitten by a spider and began to fight against a group of supervillains.
During this process, this special Spider-Man possesses a spider-sense spanning over fifty kilometers—
In other words, he can sense any entity within a 50-kilometer radius that harbors ill will towards him immediately.
At the same time, due to the production method of tokusatsu dramas, he directly used hemp rope as spider silk to shoot out. The thickness of the rope was dozens of times that of ordinary spider silk, which resulted in the opponent's spider silk output being extremely powerful.
In addition, the opponent also has a terrifyingly huge suit of armor, plus a sword that can kill anyone it stabs. It can be said that this version of Spider-Man is completely filmed like a tokusatsu drama where Ultraman fights monsters.
This results in this version of Spider-Man having an exaggeratedly high level of combat power. Even at his normal level, his strength is considered top-tier among Spider-Men.
If you include that mech and that sword whose name I don't know, wow, it's absolutely the most awesome one.
And now, this Toho Spider-Man also feels a bit of goodwill towards the similar Asian face that suddenly appears before him.
He had taken off his helmet, revealing a young, somewhat honest face with slightly disheveled black hair and small but bright eyes.
I just don't know why, when the other person calls me by my name, it sounds like the voices of the villains I've fought.
"400 Aunties" —
He felt something was off.
In the original comics, he should have met Spider-Man from the main universe when they were facing a group of vampires, and Spider-Man from another universe invited him to join them in fighting the villains.
However, here, seemingly due to the drastic changes made to the animated series, this Spider-Man had already joined the Spider-Team long ago and became one of the permanent members.
After defeating all the villains in his world and finishing his defenses, he suddenly felt incredibly bored.
Visiting Duoyu Academy and browsing around is a great option, isn't it?
Aren't all the teenagers on Xiao Rizi's side these passionate young men? They're always thinking about saving the world and such.
As for why we don't say adults save the world, it's simply because the adults there have been completely worn down by life, unable to even save themselves, let alone the world.
"Okay, no problem."
Takuya Yamashiro readily agreed in Japanese. He took the pen and paper from Hanlu and quickly signed his name—
His handwriting was messy yet forceful, carrying a kind of youthful exuberance.
Hanlu put her arm around his shoulder, and the two of them huddled together, their faces pressed together.
Hanlu held her phone high with her other hand, the camera pointed at two people, and the screen showed two smiling faces—one too bright, the other with a hint of confusion in its honesty.
"Click"
The photo freezes in time.
"Keep it up!" Hanlu patted Yamashiro Takuya's shoulder, the force just right, her tone carrying a seasoned "I understand you" vibe. "I'll introduce you to a great buddy later, I guarantee he'll adore you."
Uh.
Hanlu found it hard to describe his current state. After all, he was just a clone of the original body—the original body was still there, but this more direct clone, while maintaining the original body's righteous nature, also had some quirky traits, like a fusion of styles.
As for the "best buddy" he just mentioned, that's Deadpool, of course.
That red and black bodysuit-clad psychopath who talks even louder than Spider-Man, breaks the fourth wall at the drop of a hat, and goes around slashing people with two knives.
Hanlu thinks that Yamashiro Takuya and Deadpool will definitely become good friends because they are both a little abnormal.