“Lucas, I found Flint Marko’s trail,” Skye’s voice came through the earpiece. “Facial recognition confirms he appeared at both of the sand-related traffic accident sites.”
“Got it. I’m on my way back.”
Lucas exhaled, turned, and started walking back toward the Devil May Cry Detective Agency.
“Man, Batman’s tech really puts everyone else to shame,” he muttered under his breath. “Just a couple taps and you get instant footage. Jealous~”
“Other than the sand, is there any real connection between the two incidents?” Gwen asked curiously.
“Not yet,” Lucas replied, rubbing his chin. “But I’ve got a theory that needs proving. My gut tells me that yesterday’s accident wasn’t just a coincidence.”
He couldn’t shake the feeling that Flint Marko’s disappearance and the sand-related traffic disaster were somehow linked—it was just that the missing piece of the puzzle hadn’t shown itself y...
“Strange… Daddy should be home.”
The clever little girl decided to go around the back. Sure enough, the kitchen window wasn’t locked, so she climbed in through it.
“Daddy? Daddy, are you here?”
She called out while searching the rooms—but the house was completely empty. Her father was nowhere to be found.
What caught her attention most was the sand—piled up thickly in the entryway and along the hallway floor, enough to block the front door c...
At the same time, in Washington, D.C., inside a large, arc-shaped building—
“Director, we’ve found the video footage from that case.”
A young man in a black suit hurried into a spacious office, handing a USB drive to a bald man with dark skin.
“Good work, Agent Moore. You’re dismissed.”
The bald man turned his head—one eye sharp and observant, the other covered by an eyepatch. It was none other than the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the man know...
As the soft music began to play, couples drifted toward the dance floor, swaying gently to the rhythm.
Gwen immediately pulled Lucas along with her. To be honest, Lucas didn’t know how to dance—but Gwen did. All he had to do was follow her lead and avoid stepping on her feet. Surprisingly, after a few steps, he found himself moving quite naturally.
Peter wanted to ask Mary Jane for a dance, but when he saw she already had a partner, he slumped into a chair, sipping h...
That night, Gwen didn't go home—she stayed at the apartment. Lucas had already prepared a room for every member of the Stacy family on the second floor, right next to his own.
Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, graduation day had arrived. Lucas and Gwen had officially finished high school.
Lucas didn't plan to continue studying. Chief George Stacy didn't object—he simply said his son was old enough to make his own choices. But Lucas could see a faint trace...
Lucas dropped onto the couch, watching the two masked figures shuffle nervously inside. He was about to speak when Skye, who’d been gaming with the Moogle, suddenly froze.
She tossed the controller aside and hurried to Lucas’s side, eyes glued to the newcomer.
“This is the Spider-Man from the news and the papers?! Just like the photos online! Do your eyes blink? And your webs—do they really come out of your body?”
Skye circled Spider-Man and Ghost-Spider...
Lucas had always liked Peter’s uncle. A wise man, honest and kind, who never complained about the unfairness of society. He was the moral compass that shaped Peter into Spider-Man.
Lucas decided to check things out. If Uncle Ben was still alive, he’d have to remind Peter to be careful.
No hesitation—Lucas leapt off the rooftop and sprinted at full speed toward Peter’s home in Queens.
Ten minutes later, he stood outside the Parker residence. He’d never ac...
Felicia nodded in agreement. “She’s right, you do look a little better without the glasses. Honestly, your eyes are really nice—it’s just that no one notices because you always hide them.”
“Really? You mean it?!”
Peter’s face lit up with surprise and delight. Who would’ve thought that simply taking off his glasses would earn him praise from Felicia?
Felicia gave a firm nod. “Absolutely.”
Peter instantly turned, hopeful, to Mary Jane—...
"System, the Moogle isn't visible to just me, right?"
Lucas frowned. Moogles, according to the lore, weren't supposed to be seen by ordinary people. He was worried that if anyone caught him snuggling with it, they'd assume he was cuddling thin air and write him off as a lunatic.
[Ding~ Of course not. But only people inside Devil May Cry can see it. In other words, anyone not part of Devil May Cry won't see a thing~]
"So you mean Skye and I can see it, but people l...
"Right now. I'll take you to your room first."
Lucas stood and walked toward the door, Skye hurrying after him.
They left Devil May Cry and stepped into the neighboring building. Only then did Skye realize where she was.
"You live here?!" Her jaw nearly dropped. "I've read about this online—this is the most expensive apartment complex in New York! They say it's the most luxurious, all European classical style, decorated like Versailles Palace itself. Are you ser...
"Where's your sword?"
On the drive back to Devil May Cry, the thief behind the wheel couldn't hide her curiosity. She'd gotten a good look at that blade earlier—an entire weapon gleaming like it was carved from crystal. If she could sell it, she'd be rich overnight!
"What, you've got your eye on my sword now too?" Lucas drawled, lounging in the passenger seat with his legs kicked up on the dash. "Save yourself the trouble. You'll never steal it."
"Hey! This is m...
Lucas couldn't hold back his curiosity. He wanted to know just how much those things cost—especially considering how much Spider-Man would eventually use them.
The staffer chuckled. "Curious, aren't you? Well, this storage capsule isn't cheap. The one I'm holding sells for five hundred dollars apiece."
Wha—?!
The entire group erupted in shock. Who would have thought such a tiny thing could cost so much?
Lucas frowned. At that price, how the hell does Sp...
"What way?" Gwen asked curiously, her eyes sparkling with dollar signs.
"Buy Stark Industries stock!"
"Pfft~~ You think I didn't know that? Do you have any idea how expensive Stark stock is? Even if Dad sold everything we own, we couldn't afford much."
She had thought Lucas might actually have a clever idea. But seriously? Stark stock? If there was easy money in that, Captain George Stacy would've bought in ages ago.
"No~ no~~ no~~~ that's where you're wron...
Gwen shot Lucas a look. Ever since they were kids, whenever the topic of studying came up, he'd act like it was the end of the world.
"You don't need a fancy degree to become a cop. A high school diploma works too," Gwen said.
Lucas drawled lazily, "I don't want to be a cop anyway. You saw what happened when your dad got shot. If the same thing happened to me, your mom would be devastated."
Besides, I've got the system. Why the hell would I go be a cop? No future ...
"Finally decided to come back?"
The sudden voice froze Lucas where he stood. His eyes widened as he turned toward the sound.
A slim figure sat on the bed, Gwen's gaze blazing with anger as it fixed on him.
"H-hey, Gw… Gwen, m-morning~~" Lucas raised a stiff hand in a robotic wave.
Gwen patted the spot beside her, motioning for him to sit.
Still stiff as a mannequin, Lucas shuffled over and sat gingerly.
"Um… I can explain…"
That s...
Lucas stared coldly at the screaming Adam. His heart was utterly calm. Scum deserved only cruelty.
Adam's body was drenched in sweat, his mind nearly blacking out from the agony of his broken arm. He might be a gang boss, but years of living in luxury had made him soft. He'd only ever tortured others—never endured it himself.
Lucas ground his boot down on Adam's shattered arm, wrenching another howl of pain from his throat.
"The shootout with the NYPD a few days...
The Punisher glanced at Lucas again and again, baffled as to how he'd pulled out such a massive sword from nowhere.
"Just a little trick. Don't worry about it," Lucas said flatly. He had no intention of revealing anything.
The Punisher didn't press. He'd only come because Daredevil roped him in—they shared a common target, that was all. And it wasn't even Daredevil who knew the gang's base location. It was him.
The Punisher had been tracking Adam West's crew for...
"I heard it on the news—apparently the NYPD commissioner was shot by a gang member and is still in critical condition. Don't tell me…"
As a lawyer, Daredevil instantly pieced together Lucas's identity, guessing it almost perfectly.
Lucas didn't bother hiding it. With someone as uncompromisingly righteous as Daredevil, he wasn't worried about betrayal.
"You guessed right. That's why I need to find them."
His voice was calm, but his intent clear. Daredevi...
"B-big bro… I-I really d-don't know anything… I'm just a nobody… please let me go~!!"
The thug could barely form words, trembling with sheer terror.
"Alright."
Lucas spoke faintly—and with a single slash ended his life.
"Next time, try to be a better man."
He even put the one writhing on the ground out of his misery, cutting him down as well.
Lucas had thought killing would make him uncomfortable, but to his surprise, it felt no differ...
Lucas was once again speechless. Did this system have a screw loose? His template was supposed to be Clive Rosfield from Final Fantasy XVI, yet somehow Dante from Devil May Cry kept creeping in.
[Ding~ Accepting supernatural commissions is one of a demon hunter's core duties. It will also increase the host's reputation.]
"Reputation my ass! System, do you not realize that the biggest threat in the Marvel universe is S.H.I.E.L.D.? If I open some flashy 'Devil Hunter Agenc...
"System, you really are the best~!"
Lucas stroked the blade of the Ultima Weapon.
As if resonating with his emotions, the sword let out a faint hum.
"Tonight, I'm heading to Hell's Kitchen." He muttered to himself.
Everyone knew Hell's Kitchen was the most chaotic place in all of New York—basically a criminal's paradise. If he wanted to find out who had gotten into that gunfight with the cops, aside from breaking into the precinct to interrogate that unlu...
Lucas stood tall and righteous, as if none of his earlier tantrums had ever happened.
"Clive it is, then. At least he's from an action game. That counts as devil-hunting by association. I'll just treat him as an alternate Dante."
[Ding~ Host must claim template immediately.]
A ten-second countdown appeared on the screen before him.
"Damn it, System, that's underhanded! Fine—claim! Claim it now!"
Lucas jabbed at Clive's figure on the screen without ...
Lucas turned to stare at John, eyes burning with fury.
Ever since George had taken him home from that abandoned church, George had treated him like his own flesh and blood. And Lucas, in return, had truly regarded George as a father.
"Let me go."
Lucas' face was cold, his voice like ice.
"Kid, save your strength. No one here will give you any information, and I won't let you inside."
John's tone was just as serious. He could tell that Lucas was dead ...
"Ohh—so you were staring at Mary Jane, huh?"
Lucas teased, patting Peter on the shoulder.
"Buddy, take my advice—forget about Mary Jane. She's not right for you. You can't handle her."
Lucas spoke with the tone of someone who had seen it all. Back in his previous life, watching the Spider-Man movies, he'd always thought Mary Jane and Peter were a terrible match. The real perfect pair had been Gwen. Only now, because of Lucas' presence, Peter and Gwen had never...
Time flew by, and Lucas was now eighteen years old.
When he first realized he had transmigrated into the body of a kid, it took him a long time to come to terms with it.
He had been a handsome young man , answering the call of the great "transmigrator army." Yet here he was, stuck in the body of a kid.
Lucas sulked for years over it. During that time, he refused to look in the mirror. Every time he caught sight of his reflection, irritation boiled inside him.
...
New York—hailed as the world's center of economics, finance, and commerce. It was the largest city in the United States, and also one of the most densely populated.
Yet, behind its glitz and glamour lurked filth and decay, chaos far worse than in many other cities.
Hell's Kitchen was the most disorderly district of New York. Crime ran rampant, gangs fought daily turf wars, and addicts and criminals prowled the streets at every corner.
"Chief, we've tracked the signal he...
Seeing that old Gary was about to launch into another long rant, Henry quickly cut him off.
“Hey,” he said, “why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? I’ve got to clean the place and pick up some groceries. This evening, you can fill me in on what’s been happening around L.A. this past year.”
Gary thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, we’ll talk tonight.”
“Tonight it is,” Henry replied with a nod.
Once his flamboyan...
Clack!
Bruce Wayne’s expression froze instantly, a faint twitch tugging at the corner of his mouth.
This man—he actually knew his true identity?
He knew that he was Batman?
How could that be possible?!
Aside from Alfred, not a single soul in Gotham should know the truth.
Bruce’s heart lurched in shock.
But he wasn’t just some spoiled playboy.
Within seconds, he regained his composure.
“Batman?” Bruce let out a casual l...
“You think you understand me that well?”
Alex glanced sidelong at Catwoman, his lips curving into a faint, teasing smile.
“N–No!”
Catwoman immediately stiffened up, a tension running through her body like a lamb facing a hungry wolf.
Heaven help her—after seeing those godlike abilities Alex had displayed before, she still hadn’t recovered from the shock.
The man had left a deep mark on her psyche, one that she couldn’t shake off.
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