Chapter 1604: No Time to Die (Part 3)

The development of the situation did not deviate from Gwen Spider-Woman's expectations. On the photo of Hela that was taken, the rich mysterious and dark temperament she displayed pulled punk culture and nihilism back into the public's vision.

As everyone knows, the term "punk" originated in the UK. After World War II, the unemployment rate in the UK skyrocketed, and everyone was thinking about how to fill their stomachs. At that time, commercialized, mainstream rock records were all the rage, and people were intoxicated by technical, decadent sounds; most musicians had lost their keen sense of art and the rebellious essence of rock art.

Later, the Sex Pistols band rose abruptly, boldly adopting some propaganda methods that were simply rebellious in the eyes of British conservatives to express passion, anger, violence, and rebellion. Punk originated from this.

If it is said that punk now has many definitions, but if traced back to the beginning, it can be interpreted as "repressed anger," while also having a very clear cluster nature and anti-individual heroism.

The last point might confuse many people, but in fact, revolution is overthrowing feudalism, and punk is the revolution in the rock world. Punk musicians opposed the popularity of rock stars, believing that rock should be the vent of anger in everyone's heart, and no individual should represent, nor should they represent, the rebellion in others' hearts.

"We should all walk into punk."

When that picture went viral and was spread billions of times on the Internet, the famous reporter Eddie Brock finally found the opportunity to interview this mysterious lady. And when talking about punk culture, she said this.

"The era is changing at a speed we cannot see. Ordinary people are like schools of fish drifting with the water. Precisely because of this, we should express our anger even more, be blatantly rebellious. This is the only thing we can do."

Hela sat in the interview room, one leg crossed over the other, both arms stretched straight, wrists resting on her knees. She didn't wear strange clothes, just a black sweater and slightly loose cargo pants, as if she wasn't facing the lens, but just sitting on the sofa at home.

This completely broke people's impression of strange clothes for punk art heavy metal music circles, because Hela wore plain clothes, but the violent, destructive, and mysterious darkness displayed in her soul made people unable to look away at all.

This interview was even more explosive than the previous picture. It was released on Eddie Brock's private account for less than ten hours and became popular all over the world.

This is not unreasonable. In the years when Hela was the eldest princess of Asgard, her reputation spread throughout the interstellar society. Don't forget, she and Odin were disaster stars who brought war and destruction. But even so, among various civilizations, she still had many followers and fanatical fans.

There are many Asgardian fanatical converts in all civilizations. They believe that this group of god-race is naturally powerful and noble, so they should rule all civilizations and enslave everyone. And as long as they follow them, they can completely change their not-so-good lives.

The vast majority of Odin's fanatical fans have a conversion complex toward Asgard, but the vast majority of Hela's fanatical fans just like her as a person.

Just like Magneto has many fans on Earth as a terrorist, and even has a fan club, there are many intelligent lives, and there are always some strange people with different aesthetics and ideas.

Strange people cherish each other, but to attract these intelligent lives whose brains are different from ordinary people, there must be a unique temperament and personality charm.

Hela's charm had never been observed at close range. In the era when she was still a princess, no one was brave enough to observe her closely. Even when she failed and was imprisoned, not many people dared to be so bold as to touch her bad luck.

Therefore, this brought humans a brand-new shocking feeling. Her personal charm made her words, actions, and stance receive more attention. After the picture and interview became popular, punk culture caused a new round of craze.

When talking about punk, it is hard to avoid talking about death and nihilism, and it is also hard to avoid the collision between pro-coreism and post-punkism. Many critics began to stand up to analyze what punk is, and many critics who are not critics began to refute their views.

Some people began to use the punk revival as an opportunity to smuggle in their own private agendas for criticism, while others, having read these critiques, began to criticize punk itself. Amidst the chaotic battle between the two sides, "rational and neutral" people stood up to accuse Hela of grandstanding. People even began to go to the shooting location to investigate and check in, and Hela's background and family history began to be continuously dug up; for a time, there were many different opinions on the internet.

After the heat was stirred up, some rock musicians who had long been cold took the opportunity to release new albums, and they really became popular with a few songs of good quality. As a result, a bunch of people saw business opportunities and began to madly manufacture record garbage to make up the numbers, causing dissatisfaction among many people. The rock music circle, which had been silent for a long time, was inevitably involved.

If it were the rap circle, they would have started to scold each other by name by now, but rock, on the basis of venting anger, pursues more philosophical thinking and artistry. Some music companies and record distributors can only secretly stand in line, and the fans of old bands fought into a group on the Internet.

"I'm so pissed off!

!" Gwen Spider-Woman threw the newspaper onto the table. In the Spider-Army base, several Spider-Men turned their heads to look at her. Miles, hanging from the beam, slid down slowly along the spider silk, hung in front of Gwen Spider-Woman, and asked her: "What's wrong?"

"Didn't I send a manuscript discussing the nature of punk to the newspaper at Peter's suggestion before? When this manuscript was sent out, the war of words hadn't been so fierce yet, and it didn't make a splash at all. I didn't get much manuscript fee."

"But today, a fan of a West Coast rock band forwarded that article of mine to his Twitter, insisting that I was implying a certain sentence said by their band's drummer on a certain year, month, and day, and also saying that I was a groupie who wanted to sleep with him but was rejected."

"As a result, this matter spread more and more ridiculously. That completely rumor-mongering tweet was retweeted thousands of times, and all the fans below said they wanted to make me look good."

Gwen Spider-Woman was so angry that she started rolling her eyes. Miles landed on the ground cautiously, fearing that if he moved too much, Gwen Spider-Woman would explode in front of him.

Just then, Gwen Spider-Woman's phone rang. After she answered it and hadn't said a few words, her brows were deeply furrowed, and then she revealed a shocked expression, a trace of panic flashing between her brows.

"A lunatic found his way to Gwen's house!

Hurry, let's go over!"

When Gwen Spider-Woman and Miles rushed to the Stacy house, the police car taking the lunatic to the police station had already walked far away.

Sheriff George was still standing at the door somewhat puzzled, worrying about his recent performance, how could there be a food delivery person?

"Uh, sorry, they might be coming for me. The editor of the newspaper I found doesn't have a tight mouth. It's very likely that he told those crazy fans some things." Gwen Spider-Woman walked up and apologized somewhat stammeringly.

"This person was knocking on the door while shouting something like 'You don't understand rock at all,' but I heard you are a member of a rock band. Did you stop playing music?" George asked.

"I, I haven't had much time since I became Spider-Man."

"That's not good." George said somewhat dissatisfied: "Swinging around on the street shouldn't delay any of your time. Have you written any songs? You should write one to let them know you understand rock very well."

"Rock doesn't have to be... Fine, sorry, I've caused you trouble. I'll consider it."

After leaving the Stacy house, Gwen Spider-Woman and Miles squatted on the roof of the building looking at the sunset. Miles turned to look at Gwen Spider-Woman and asked: "So you really don't plan to write a song?"

"I don't know how to write songs, and I've never written songs." Gwen Spider-Woman said while recalling some content of the thesis in her brain. After writing down her understanding of punk nihilism and the like, her thinking about these things became clearer, and she also had a feeling of being ready to come out.

"I think you can try." Miles stood up, put his hands on his hips and looked at the promotional poster for the punk culture music festival on the lawn not far away, and continued: "We will all support you."

Gwen Spider-Woman also stood up, crossed her arms as usual, stared at the undulating building shadows on the New York skyline, and said in a low voice: "Maybe I can really try?"

The wind whistled down, and the streets in bustling Manhattan were full of traffic. It was another morning rush hour. Pedestrians hurried past the street, and sitting in the glass of the coffee shop in their background were a man and a woman.

Seeing Natasha looked up at the poster pasted on the glass showcase of the coffee shop. On it was a blonde girl wearing a light-colored uniform. She was wearing a black metal mask that was out of place with her uniform, and was crossing her fingers into a cross on her mouth, looking at the lens with a provocative look.

And below the picture, written in exaggerated blood-red font was a line of big characters—"Blindness is in power, No Time to Die."

Seeing Natasha read this line of characters softly and nodded, saying: "Very good, very consistent with her rebellious personality."

Then her gaze looked through the glass at the building at the end of the street. On it was a whole curtain wall written with "Rock never dies, genius returns—inviting you to walk into the explosive performance of twelve up-and-coming stars in the new punk era! How to buy tickets..."

"The good news is that Gwen became popular as a rock genius." Seeing Natasha laughed and said: "The bad news is that Sheriff George is going crazy. He is busy explaining to everyone he knows that it is not his daughter, and Peter is about the same."

"That single of hers is indeed not bad." Shiler nodded and said: "It can be considered an answer to the question I asked her that day—her understanding of punk is indeed deeper than ordinary people. Probably because Spider-Man indeed has more 'repressed anger' than ordinary people."

"But I still don't know what you are going to do." Seeing Natasha shook her head and poked at the menu on the table.

Shiler didn't answer, just took out his phone and dialed a number, then said to the other side: "Hello, Death? Yes, it's me. Don't get excited first, and don't give the phone to them, otherwise you will regret it."

"Nothing, just have a question I want to ask... Alright, Miss, don't be angry, because there is something that will make you angry next. Have you noticed the changes in the human world recently?"

"Oh, you don't have time to notice, thanks to me? It doesn't matter, I am trying my best to make up for it. Punk culture in the human world is very popular recently, oh, Wade told you? He also invited you to go to the concert together? You two have such a good relationship."

"It's like this. In the place at the end of time, Oblivion invited me to become his Pope. I am conscientiously performing my duties. I am currently promoting nihilism on Earth."

"Now the timing is almost right. I plan to establish a religion with nihilism and death as the doctrine. I just want to ask your opinion on this."

"What? Why bring you along? Don't forget, I am also your Pope... Why bind you and Oblivion together?"

"My God, Miss, don't say silly things! Don't you forget? You are restricted by Eternity from being active in the human world, but Oblivion is not, although he is much more evil, irresponsible, and derelict than you."

"But, Miss, this world is like this. Nothing is fair. I think you should thank him for giving you an opportunity to be mentioned in the corner of his Bible."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. This is not his instruction, and there is absolutely no intention to mock you. You can follow the timeline and see... What? There is no time at the end of time, so you can't see?"

"I swear, Miss, we absolutely didn't say anything disrespectful to you. You know me, I'm not that kind of person. Don't you still believe in my character?"

"Alright, that's it. If you have no opinion, I will write your name under the page where the church provides toilet paper for free, Miss. My colleagues and I have always respected you so much. Goodbye."

Stark and Strange, who were transforming into the Iron Demon God and Sorcerer Supreme, saw the Death, who was transforming into a huge phantom, getting darker and darker, and finally becoming darker than the bottom of a pot.

After a while, Death's roar echoed in the Realm of Death.

"Shiler! ===== CHAPTER 1605 =====