Marvel With Spider Power and Omnitrix

Did someone want Norman Osborn dead?

Ben found the question troubling, but then he realized there were far too many people who would benefit from Norman's demise.

In fact, Osborn was fundamentally unlucky. Almost every version of Norman faced the same crisis: being ousted from his own company by the board of directors, transforming into the Green Goblin, or dying...

Or becoming the Green Goblin first, then dying.

Norman's death was never enough. His son Harry would inevitably follow the same path, becoming the second Green Goblin before meeting his own end in front of Spider-Man.

Spider-Man not having Uncle Ben was a curse. But who could say that Osborn wasn't also an 'Uncle Ben'?

Even in universes where Spider-Man never existed, Norman couldn't escape his fatal destiny.

"I remember Osborn has a genetic disease—some kind of hereditary defect in the family line," Ben mused.

If that were the case, perhaps the Omnitrix could cure both Norman and Harry.

He barely considered letting Norman die, even knowing the man might become the Green Goblin. Harry was his friend, and his willingness to invest so much money despite not understanding the details proved his loyalty beyond question.

Though Norman had selfish motives, he also genuinely cared for Ben and Peter like a father figure.

From any angle, Ben couldn't allow Norman and Harry to die.

As for the Green Goblin, that wasn't really Ben's primary concern.

Honestly, if Norman hadn't been betrayed by Oscorp's board and if the genetic defect could be eliminated, it was questionable whether the Green Goblin would ever emerge.

The real villains in this world were never just the Green Goblin or the Lizard. They seemed brutal and vicious, but those were merely the visible faces of evil—the fruit of a poisonous tree.

The true root cause never lay with any particular super-villain, but with the corrupt systems and callous individuals who pushed good people down dark paths.

Just as superheroes defeated one enemy after another, new enemies would always emerge. Without the Lizard, there would be the Vulture, Electro, Sandman... and if one Green Goblin died, there would be a new one. The pattern was always disturbingly similar:

Research developed over decades stolen without compensation, leaving scientists discarded like garbage. Companies built from nothing seized by corporate raiders, with founders kicked out of their own enterprises.

Spider-Man defeated these villains thinking he'd achieved victory, never realizing he'd never truly won. New sins would always grow from the same corrupted soil.

He was merely wiping dust from the city's surface, never seeing that in the dark corners, the truly putrid corruption had already penetrated the entire metropolis—even the nation itself.

They operated from positions of power, their influence spreading across every inch of ground. Beneath that soil, the rotten roots of injustice always produced poisonous fruit.

Of course, Ben didn't dwell on such philosophical concerns.

He didn't particularly care if Norman or Harry became the Green Goblin. Who said the Green Goblin had to be a villain? In some universes, the Green Goblin might serve as a superhero.

Naturally, he didn't immediately offer to treat Norman Osborn. He couldn't reveal the Omnitrix's secrets yet. The treatment could wait until after the laboratory was built, using the experimental equipment as cover.

Instead, the problems within Oscorp were the most urgent to address.

Norman didn't linger. After answering a phone call, he climbed into his Rolls-Royce and departed with a grim expression.

Harry interrupted Ben's thoughts with an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Ben. I didn't mean for my dad to find out."

"It's fine—at least the outcome was positive," Ben replied, harboring no resentment. "Now that the funding's secured, we can start preparing the laboratory."

"I still don't understand why Dad won't just let us use Oscorp's labs. They have top-tier equipment," Harry complained.

"If we borrowed Oscorp's equipment, who would own our inventions?" Ben asked pointedly. "I think your board members wouldn't miss any opportunity to profit, right?"

Harry nodded, then posed another question.

"When are we going to tell Peter about this?"

Peter entered the Oscorp building, immediately struck by how different it felt. The normally bustling lobby stood eerily empty, even the reception desk abandoned.

Yet the building's doors remained unlocked.

The vacant central hall made Peter uneasy. He bypassed the unmanned security checkpoint and headed toward Dr. Connors's laboratory.

"Dr. Connors? Are you here?"

His voice echoed through the corridors, met only by silence. Peter unconsciously adjusted his backpack straps, tension building, though he felt relieved that his spider-sense remained quiet.

"At least I don't have to worry about a giant lizard jumping out to tear me apart," he muttered.

After his complaint, Peter found himself outside Connors's office. He opened the door and stepped inside.

The scene was devastating.

He froze in shock. Just a week ago, he and Dr. Connors had been working on equations here. Everything had been perfectly organized then, but now...

Test tubes containing chemical reagents lay shattered across the floor. Sophisticated laboratory instruments had vanished entirely. The place looked like it had been thoroughly ransacked, with even the tables removed.

Peter's heart sank with dread.

He ventured deeper into the lab, and a shadow emerged from a dark corner.

Peter immediately went on high alert.

But today, Connors wasn't wearing his usual white coat.

Peter exhaled in relief.

"Doctor, what happened here...?"

Connors seemed surprised by Peter's appearance but showed no obvious alarm. "I gave everyone the week off."

He'd always admired Peter's intelligence but felt genuinely sorry about the boy's frail physique.

Peter didn't question the explanation, remembering his original purpose. "Doctor, I wanted to ask—generally speaking, how do predators hunt reptiles?"

Connors seemed to find the question amusing, though his reaction carried an edge of anger. "Predators? Ha."

"There are no predators. Reptiles are apex predators. They are the masters."

"But they must have weaknesses, right?"

Peter persisted, but his questioning aroused Connors's suspicion. The doctor turned to study Peter intently. Under the dim lighting, his skin seemed to possess a greenish tint.

"Why do you ask, Parker?" he said coldly.

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