American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Thump, thump, thump...

Their arms swung in perfect unison, the Tyrants' steps were remarkably steady.

But Connors' mood was turning sour; these detestable behemoths looked mass-produced, definitely the product of some secret organization or government agency.

What to do? What to do?

Right now, if someone told him he could escape by selling his ass, Dr. Connors wouldn't refuse.

Alas, the Tyrants were too simple-minded, lacking that 'thing'...

[Emotional value from Curtis Connors +899]

Thump, thump, thump.

Without dwelling on the butt issue, the Tyrants followed New York's dense underground waterway network, taking a specific route for a good hour before climbing out of a massive pipe exit.

Squinting, Spider-Man Peter Parker followed their trail, cautiously keeping a good distance behind.

Soon, he followed those people, quietly emerging from an old underground sewer.

"Woods?"

Peeking his head out, Peter Parker slowly surveyed his surroundings, seeing nothing but trees as far as the eye could see.

Following the footprints on the ground, a beautiful white mansion came into view not far ahead.

It occupied a large area and looked quite old; although there weren't many black-suited guards at the entrance, Peter's spider-sense kept warning him about unseen corners within the mansion.

Hidden sentries!

The Tyrants moved quickly, carrying Dr. Connors at a rapid pace; the guards were used to this and casually waved them through.

Bang.

As the mansion's doors closed, the five Tyrants disappeared from Peter's sight, along with Dr. Connors.

"Who are those people?"

Climbing up the trunk of a large tree, Peter finally began to ponder the question.

Those bald guys in white windbreakers were clearly abnormal; their physiques were too massive, each possessing strength no less than the Lizard, Connors.

Moreover, they didn't fight fair; Connors was careless and didn't dodge, and the five ganged up on him, delivering a fierce beatdown, making him look like a pitiful chick unable to muster any resistance.

"And their appearances are a bit too similar..."

Crack! Crack!

As he pondered, a sound suddenly came from the right side of his body.

His hair standing on end, Peter was startled and did a somersault to jump down, but his pupils shrank as he turned in mid-air and saw the source of the sound.

A miniature camera with a speaker, discreetly embedded in the surface of the tree.

If it hadn't made a sound, Peter wouldn't have noticed its presence at all; its placement was too hidden, and its surface was painted with camouflage.

Whoosh.

Peter, head down and feet up in the air, quickly shot out a web with his raised right wrist, and his body was swiftly pulled back to the branch; he quickly looked towards the mansion and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the guards weren't in an uproar.

Good, he wasn't discovered.

Crack, crack, the miniature camera was still running, filming in the direction of the mansion, and a cold, hard male voice suddenly came from it.

"Spider-Man."

Peter: "......"

"If you don't want to be discovered by the mansion's guards, follow my instructions and go to this location..."

"Wait, who are you?" Peter couldn't help but ask.

"You don't need to answer; just nod or shake your head. We can see you from our position..."

The owner of the voice spoke bluntly, and Peter Parker's brows furrowed.

He didn't know who the man speaking was, but he had absolute confidence in his own power.

After a moment's hesitation, Peter reached out and, following the man's instructions, first pried the miniature camera out of the tree.

Then, following the directions, he jumped down from the tree trunk, circled left and right through the forest, and finally arrived at the designated clearing.

"I'm here."

Stepping on the leaves, Peter Parker scanned around, not finding anyone, and quickly shouted in all directions.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

No one answered; the surroundings were quiet, with only the rustling of wind blowing through the fallen leaves, wandering around.

Whoosh!

A figure suddenly leaped down from above, the sharp blade of a sword drawing a chilling light, aiming straight for Peter's shoulder.

Flipping backward, Peter raised his hand, and in an instant, several strands of webbing shot onto the attacker's face.

The attacker's vision was obstructed, forcing him to stop his attack and deal with the webbing on his face; Peter seized the opportunity, his body crouching down and his feet stomping hard on the ground, about to fly forward and kick, but suddenly felt his ankle being grabbed by a pair of powerful hands...

The next second.

His chrysanthemum was pressed against a thick, silver handgun.

"Don't move!"

A man, holding his foot with one hand and a gun with the other, crawled out of the ground beneath Peter's feet; he had been hiding underground, seizing the opportunity to grab him firmly the moment Peter attacked.

It was just that the timing was too good, or perhaps it was an issue with the angle between the two, but the place being pressed by the gun was a bit... indecent, with a bit more flavor.

Maintaining a hunched-over, butt-out posture without moving, Peter secretly groaned inwardly; no one would be in a good mood being pointed at with a gun, let alone there?

"Hey, guys, I came here according to your instructions; you don't need to treat me like this!"

Carefully raising both hands, Peter tried to ease the atmosphere, just hoping that this posture could be changed a bit; no other meaning, just afraid of being seen by fans!

"Maybe we once ate together at some restaurant; in short... uh, I'm not your enemy."

This sentence seemed to work, and the owner of the gun slowly pushed forward a bit.

Peter's face turned green from the pushing, and he quickly closed his mouth.

He cursed inwardly, "Sh*t, can't we not be so playful?!"

Not hearing his inner voice, the man with the sword, annoyed, removed the webbing from his face and said unhappily.

"You're that Spider-Man who does nothing all day and spits silk everywhere in the city?"

He had long black hair, was Asian, had a handsome face, and possessed a reassuring temperament.

The black sword seemed to have been specially treated; with a twist of the hilt, with a click, the blade shrank backward and disappeared.

"Cool~ Dude, your sword is really interesting.

But I still have to say, I don't just do nothing every day; helping old grandmas cross the road can make me happy all day!

And it's not called spitting silk, it's shooting, shooting with the wrist, you understand?"

First praising him, Peter quickly defended his actions, raised his arm and made a gesture of shooting forward, and asked his question.

"Now, can you tell me, who exactly are you people?"

"I am Reef, a vampire hunter from the Eastern Kingdom.

I came to New York this time to seek revenge on a ghost clan..."

The man with the sword, named Reef, introduced himself while pointing to the gun-wielding man below Peter.

"That is a partner I met; he is quite famous in our circle.

I think you've probably heard of his domineering title, Daywalker!"

[Emotional value from Peter Parker +773]

"......"

Somewhat embarrassed, Peter touched his nose and carefully looked at the black brother beneath him.

He looked left and right, up and down, carefully scanning from head to toe, and then, uh... okay, a man with such a distinctive gun skill, please forgive him, it's the first time he's seen it in his life!

With cool short black hair, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, and dressed in a black leather coat, seeing Spider-Man awkwardly looking over, Daywalker, lying on the ground, raised an eyebrow, shook off the dirt on his head, and calmly said.

"My name is Eric Brooks, you can also directly call me Daywalker or Blade, and like Reef, I am a vampire hunter."

"So... you were the man who spoke to me earlier."

As soon as Peter heard his voice, he immediately recognized him, and seeing the other party nod in acknowledgment, Peter said.

"Dude, do we really have to maintain this posture like this?

And that handgun, I suggest you wash it carefully afterward; I'm afraid it will leave a trace of flavor..."

[Emotional value from Eric Brooks +758]

"......"

His already black face became even darker, and Daywalker silently retracted his gun.

Although speechless, from the slightly twitching corner of his mouth, one could also know that his heart was probably not calm at this time.

F*ck, my beloved gun... is unclean!

"Thank you, what I want to ask is, what exactly do you two want from calling me over here?

Please forgive my lack of words; what I want to say is that our relationship doesn't seem to be too familiar, so it's best if we can be a little more candid!"

Spreading his hands, Peter quickly changed his position and asked their purpose.

If these two hadn't suddenly stopped him, he probably would have already figured out a way to sneak into the mansion.

The two vampire hunters exchanged glances, and finally, Rief explained the truth: "Muzan Kibutsuji."

"......"

After waiting for a while, Peter, seeing that he wasn't continuing, pressed him for more information.

"......Who is that? Sounds like a Japanese name."

"Yes, but he has lived in this world for over a thousand years!"

【Emotional value from Peter Parker +783】

"Wait, did you say a thousand years?"

Looking astonished, Peter waved his hands back and forth in the air.

"Uh... are you talking about some old geezer?

You know, the kind with a face full of wrinkles, leaning on a cane, with totally white, weathered hair......"

"No, quite the opposite, his energy is more vigorous than a buffalo."

After hearing Rief's explanation, Peter was still unclear about one thing, so he asked.

"Okay, so you guys are looking for an old guy who's lived for a thousand years, but what does that have to do with me?"

This was indeed a problem. Peter's goal was very clear: to sneak into the mansion to investigate this secret organization and, by the way, find a chance to rescue Dr. Connors.

He should be sanctioned by the law, not captured by some organization that doesn't seem very upright.

After all, those five bald guys weighing a ton each had left a rather deep impression on him.

"Logically speaking, it really has nothing to do with you, but if you want to enter the mansion, you will inevitably face a terrifying figure—Muzan Kibutsuji."

"Are you saying that this guy named Muzan lives here?"

After hearing Rief's explanation, Peter Parker understood somewhat.

"Sorry, I'm not questioning, I just want to ask, is this guy named Muzan very strong?"

This question was left to Rief to answer. As a vampire hunter recognized by the Daywalker, he solemnly said to Peter.

"As mentioned before, he has lived for over a thousand years. During these years, countless humans have died at his hands.

As the progenitor of demons, he must constantly eat human flesh to survive, and eating human flesh will further enhance his power.

To some extent, he is just like those disgusting vampires!"

"So... why are you looking for him?

I mean... he's a Japanese guy after all, and you're from the Eastern Country. If there's no connection between you two, I'm afraid......"

Peter's question cut to the core.

Although he didn't finish his sentence, Rief understood Peter's meaning.

Seeing Rief's expression suddenly turn sad, the Daywalker, who had stood up from the ground, patted the dirt off his body, snorted coldly, and told Peter the answer.

"Rief once had a younger sister named Helen, who was tragically murdered by Muzan a few years ago.

The reason he came to New York is to seek revenge!"

Okay, this was very important, and it was precisely because of such similar experiences that the Daywalker was able to agree with Rief in such a short period.

The other party had the same vampire constitution as him, and even their family members had been tragically murdered by vampires. What's even more similar is that they didn't choose to give up on themselves or blame others, but instead picked up knives and guns, vowing to avenge those hateful vampires.

Although the other party repeatedly emphasized that Muzan Kibutsuji was different from those vampires, in the eyes of the Daywalker, they were all the same.

Outwardly glamorous, but inside, a long-rotten soul, truly disgusting!

Peter Parker didn't completely trust them, but he still revealed some of his own situation.

For example, the lizard monster on the Brooklyn Bridge, the five bald guys over 3 meters tall in the sewers, and why he himself appeared in this place.

After listening to Peter's narration, Rief smiled and said.

"That Muzan Kibutsuji has a habit. During the day, he is afraid of sunlight and dares not come out of the mansion.

But once night falls, he is like a cat stealing fish, unable to resist going out to hunt.

Therefore, we don't need to face him at all. As long as we wait until night, seize the opportunity when he leaves, and we can easily enter the mansion!"

These words seemed a bit strange. He was clearly here to avenge his sister's murder, but at this moment, he seemed particularly calm.

"Don't look at me like that. Although I can't wait to rush in and kill him now, I only have one life, and I must make thorough preparations!"

【Emotional value from Peter Parker +796】

【Emotional value from Eric Brooks +799】

In the following time, the three didn't say anything more.

They rested against the trees, casually replenishing some food, waiting for the night to fall.

Sure enough, as soon as night fell, Muzan Kibutsuji quickly walked out of the mansion. He couldn't wait to get into a high-end car parked at the door, and was driven towards the city by the driver.

The opportunity they had been waiting for had finally arrived. The three were invigorated. After Muzan Kibutsuji's car disappeared into the vast night, the three quickly ran towards the mansion.

First was Peter.

Using the darkness as cover, he shot out spider silk and infiltrated from above the mansion, then quickly took care of several sentries.

Next was the vampire hunter Rief. He twisted the hilt of his sword with force, and a long sword swished out.

Coordinating with the Daywalker's crisscrossing figure, before the guards could even see their faces clearly, they were all knocked to the ground.

Creak~

The heavy door was pulled open from the inside, and Spider-Man Peter waved to them.

"Guys, come in, there's no one here at all!"

He had taken a quick tour of the mansion in a very short time. Apart from those few sentries, there was no one else present.

Considering that those 5 big bald guys couldn't have disappeared, a flash of lightning went through his mind, and Peter realized.

"Everyone, look around here, there should still be a secret passage!"

As soon as he said this, the three immediately split into three directions, searching the mansion.

In less than 5 minutes, the Daywalker relied on his superhuman sense of smell to stop near a wall.

Several oil paintings hung on the wall, from the hands of masters. The Daywalker, a rough guy, had no intention of appreciating them. He reached out and fiddled with the paintings.

With a click, very smoothly, the first oil painting triggered the mechanism. With a burst of shaking of the wall, a doorway leading downwards appeared in front of everyone.

There was nothing to fear. The few people glanced at it slightly, and immediately walked in.

There was a whole different world inside. The air was not humid, but rather quite dry.

The group followed the secret passage all the way forward, and soon heard some popping sounds ahead.

That sound was both familiar and strange. They lightened their footsteps, stuck to the wall, and walked forward carefully.

Soon, they quietly came to a corner. The three tiptoed and silently exchanged glances, and all stuck their heads out.

The next moment, three pairs of eyes widened.

Peter: "......"

Daywalker: "......"

Rief: "......"

【Emotional value from Peter Parker +866】

【Emotional value from Eric Brooks +866】

Tragic, it really was tragic!

Connors was still in his lizard form from the transformation, and a black gold iron ring was cuffed around his neck. A thick chain was tied to it and held by a large hand behind him.

Luckily, they found Dr. Connors, but unfortunately, although four of the five bald guys were gone, the one who remained was clearly a little different.

He waved a leather whip like he was training a dog, slapping it on Connors' body with a 'pa pa pa' sound.

"Oh~ Oh~ Oh......"

Just listening to Connors' voice, you couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or suffering, maybe... both?

The bald guy was expressionless, constantly waving the leather whip. He was very skilled, giving Connors a 360-degree, all-round treatment.

Lying on the ground, with his butt sticking up, Connors was "oh oh" howling. His sense of smell was extremely sensitive. The moment the three peeked their heads over, he locked eyes with them.

"......"

Connors opened his mouth, his body suddenly stiffened.

Pa.

His tail fell limply to the ground.

【Emotional value from Curtis Connors +999】

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Chapter 98 Ah, this is, two chapters combined.