"Move it, you idiots! We'll rebuild the team—and one day we'll make that brat pay in blood!"
After another round of bickering, Quicksilver stormed off into the night, fury sharpening every step. Ariel and Gambit exchanged tired looks before sighing and trailing after him. The three figures disappeared beneath the flickering streetlights, leaving behind only the bitter echo of defeat.
Meanwhile, somewhere far more peaceful, Ryuuto was doing the exact opposite of worrying about villains. He sat at the dining table under the warm glow of candlelight, sharing dinner with Katie Dee and Susan's two daughters. The air was soft, almost domestic—something rare in his chaotic life.
"Big brother, next time you go on a mission, can you take me too? I wanna see what those fights look like!" Katie grinned, her eyes shining with curiosity.
Ryuuto chuckled, resting a hand on her head. "Sure. But for now, you've got to study, not punch things. Leave the 'saving the world' part to your cool, overworked onii-san."
He clinked glasses with Susan, half-smirking. For once, life felt… normal.
But peace never lasts.
At that very moment, across the city—inside Osborn Industries—Harry Osborn barged into his late father's office. Desperation and obsession twisted across his face as he tore through drawers and papers.
"Where is it… where is it—"
Then his eyes caught something. A vial. Glowing faintly green.
"Found it," he breathed, clutching the human enhancement formula. "Finally… I'll make him pay. Ryuuto. Gwen. Every single one of them."
With trembling hands, Harry modified the serum, adjusting doses, muttering equations under his breath. His reflection in the glass looked nothing like a man anymore—it looked like vengeance given form.
He raised the vial. "Father… I'll finish your dream. And when I'm done, they'll fear the name Osborn again."
The serum burned down his throat like liquid fire. He convulsed, gasping, body twisting under the pressure of transformation. The lab shattered around him—monitors cracking, metal bending—until finally, silence.
Then came the laughter.
Low. Hoarse. Completely unhinged.
Harry stood, veins pulsing with new power, eyes glowing a sickly emerald. "Hahaha… my Green Goblin is reborn!"
He tore through the lab like a storm, forging new weapons—razor-edged gliders, micro-laser gauntlets, and pumpkin bombs that hissed with unstable energy.
The Second Generation Green Goblin was born.
"Time to start with something fun," he sneered, mounting his glider. "Let's kill two birds—a boy and his pretty little spider."
He shot into the sky, laughter trailing behind him like a curse.
[Ding! SS-Rank Mission Unlocked!]
Objective: Eliminate the Second Generation Green Goblin.
Reward: Hidden tier system upgrade + rare ability draw!
Ryuuto's glass paused mid-air. "...You've got to be kidding me."
He set it down slowly, brow furrowing. "Guess the universe won't let me finish a nice meal. Shion, got a location?"
[Ehh… no can do, Host. Figure it out yourself~]
Ryuuto sighed. "You're the only AI I know who takes pleasure in being useless."
[Correction: beautifully useless.]
"Yeah, yeah." He stood, stretching his shoulders. "Alright, time to ruin another psychopath's evening."
After saying goodbye to Susan and Katie, he disappeared in a red flash. His next stop—Gwen Stacy's apartment.
"Gwen, you okay?"
Her voice over the phone was calm but tense. "I was just about to call you. There's this weird feeling in my gut… like something bad's about to happen."
Ryuuto nodded to himself. "You're not wrong. Osborn's gone off the rails again—he's calling himself the 'Second Green Goblin' now."
A short pause. Then Gwen's voice turned resolute. "Then we end it tonight."
"Good girl. Meet me outside in five. And bring your suit."
Within minutes, Gwen locked her door, vaulted out the window, and vanished into the night as Spider-Woman.
Across the city, inside a grand Osborn Industries conference hall, black sedans lined the curb. A collection of New York's elite—politicians, CEOs, military contractors—gathered under the crystal chandelier, waiting for a man who would never come.
"Why call us this late at night?"
"Where's Osborn? He's been dead for months!"
The room buzzed with confusion—until the wall exploded.
BOOM!
Smoke filled the air as a shadow descended from above, riding a jet glider, eyes burning green.
"Good evening, gentlemen!" the Green Goblin jeered. "So nice of you all to attend my father's funeral reunion!"
Gasps spread across the room.
"You—you're Harry Osborn! What have you done?!"
The Goblin tilted his head, lips curving into a grotesque smile.
"What he couldn't."
Then the pumpkin bombs dropped.
And New York screamed again.