Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI-Chapter 39: A Personal Vendetta

"Oh my god, what just happened?!"

"Who was that colorful lunatic?!"

"Run for your lives!"

"Was that Spider-Man?"

"Who the hell is the Green Goblin?!"

The terrified guests at the banquet chattered anxiously now that the immediate danger had passed. The sudden attack by the Green Goblin had scared them out of their wits.

"Mr. Mason, are you alright?"

A security guard rushed over to Gene, his face filled with concern.

"I'm perfectly fine. Take care of the guests first."

Gene smiled reassuringly, exuding a calmness that made the people around him feel slightly at ease.

As the guests were evacuated in an orderly manner, Gene stepped into a sleek car belonging to Mason Industries.

"I need to take care of something. I'll be back soon."

A flash of golden light.

The next moment, Gene had disappeared from the vehicle.

Late Night – Norman Osborn's Mansion

The night was deep, and the entire mansion was shrouded in darkness. The eerie silence made the whole house feel like a beast lying in wait, ready to devour anyone who dared to enter.

Having finally shaken off that irritating Spider-Man, the Green Goblin returned to his residence.

Frustrated, he ripped off his mask and suit, throwing them onto the floor with a furious snarl. His emotions were in turmoil.

Nothing had gone according to plan tonight.

"That damned spider-brain!"

He knew that Peter Parker was friends with his son, Harry Osborn. But he never expected the kid to be such a pain. They had fought across half of New York before Norman had managed to lose him.

But what disturbed him the most was Gene Mason.

How the hell did that bastard know his real identity?!

Norman had only injected himself with the OZ serum recently. Tonight was the first time he had ever appeared in public as the Green Goblin.

And yet, Gene Mason had already figured it out.

That thought sent chills down his spine.

Pacing anxiously in the dimly lit living room, he contemplated his next move.

No. Tonight—I must kill Gene Mason!

He was about to leave for another assassination attempt when—

Something felt... wrong.

Norman froze, slowly turning his head.

Standing beside the fireplace was a tall, black-armored figure.

The dim glow of the flames cast flickering shadows over the mysterious intruder.

"Who are you?" Norman demanded, his voice laced with suspicion.

The figure did not answer.

But in the next moment—

A pair of glowing red eyes ignited within the V-shaped visor.

Before Norman could react, the shadowed figure suddenly vanished—and then reappeared directly in front of him!

Even with his enhanced reflexes, Norman hadn't even seen how the figure moved!

A single palm reached out—gently pushing against his chest.

But—

To Norman, it felt like a tidal wave of force crashing into him!

With an agonized grunt, his body was launched like a human cannonball, smashing through the wall behind him.

Coughing, Norman staggered to his feet, a sneer forming on his lips.

"I get it now. You're just Gene Mason's little lapdog, aren't you?"

The figure remained silent.

Norman flicked his wrist, sending several razor-sharp Goblin Blades flying towards his attacker.

But instead of piercing through, the blades barely even scratched the black armor, leaving behind only a few harmless sparks.

Norman's eyes widened in disbelief.

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Before he could react, his enemy closed the distance in an instant—

BAM!

A brutal punch smashed directly into Norman's face!

A sickening crunch echoed through the room.

Norman let out an inhuman scream—his nose completely shattered, caving inwards from the impact.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

Enraged, Norman lifted his leg, aiming to kick his opponent's lower body.

But—

CRACK!

His shinbone snapped like a twig.

Norman screamed again as his leg bent at an unnatural angle.

Before he could react, a glowing blue pulse of energy erupted from the black figure's palm—

BOOM!

Norman was blasted off his feet, crashing through the walls and tumbling into his hidden weapons cache.

His study had been converted into a personal arsenal—rows upon rows of deadly weapons lined the walls, each one more lethal than the last.

Groaning in pain, Norman struggled to his feet. His eyes flickered to the countless explosives, bladed weapons, and combat gear surrounding him.

Then, a twisted grin spread across his bloodied face.

"Oh, now you're screwed."

Several enhanced glider drones roared to life, shooting toward Gene's figure—

BOOM!

But before they could even get close— Gene simply raised his hand.

A beam of pure energy erupted from his palm, instantly disintegrating the drones into burning scrap metal.

Norman used the distraction to grab an entire handful of Pumpkin Bombs.

With a wild grin, he hurled them toward Gene with all his might.

"I don't care who you are—JUST DIE ALREADY!"

The bombs soared through the air—

And then—

CLANG!

They slammed into an invisible golden barrier, forming intricate, glowing magical patterns.

The bombs detonated violently—but their explosive force was completely contained within the arcane seals.

Norman's face drained of color.

A creeping sense of horror filled his mind.

"What... what the hell are you?!"

His voice trembled with desperation.

The black-armored figure slowly stepped forward.

"This is just a personal vendetta."

His voice was cold. Merciless. Absolute.

"I'm here to kill you."

FWOOSH!

A pillar of fire erupted, consuming Norman Osborn entirely.

His last scream was filled with rage, fear, and unwillingness—

"NOOOOOO!!!"

As the flames roared, his body was obliterated, incinerated to nothing.

Gene stood firm, watching the inferno without a hint of remorse.

"This is what you deserve for killing innocent people of yours," he muttered.

And on the ground—

His discarded Green Goblin mask lay among the embers, its empty eyes staring into the abyss, as if still reflecting the final despair of its owner.

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