[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-43":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Warhammer to Raid the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2277816,4456,"Chapter 43: The Water Orthodoxy in Marvel","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-43",43,"\u003Cp>After enjoying a refined breakfast, Alvin stepped out with his bomb gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking the elevator directly to the underground garage, he opened the door to a row of world-class luxury cars, paused for a few seconds, and decided to keep things low-key today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, this one—looks fairly low-key.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver-and-black Lamborghini was, at least in Tony’s garage, one of the most understated vehicles there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the roar of the engine, the garage gate opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Valthius, the charity gala scheduled for tonight—will you be attending?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, JARVIS’s distinctive, magnetic voice came through the car’s system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Charity gala?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin frowned. “What does that have to do with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Obadiah invited you,” JARVIS replied slowly. “Given your current cash assets and shareholdings, you qualify as a billionaire. My suggestion: attend. It will help you integrate into American society.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh right—I nearly forgot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin suddenly remembered: his account held one hundred million U.S. dollars, and he was a shareholder in Stark Industries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, the life of the rich is so boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from that measly hundred million, he had nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Tell Mr. Obadiah I’ll attend the charity dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s lips curled slightly—he wanted to meet the man who, alongside Howard, had founded Stark Industries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vrrrm~ Vrrrm~ Roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lamborghini’s engine let out a deep growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Alvin pulled up in the Lamborghini outside Osborn BioPharmaceutical Group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, are you Mr. Valthius?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant stepped forward respectfully and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin stepped out of the car and handed the keys to the attendant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, under the guidance of his waiting secretary, he took the elevator straight to the top floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman Osborn sat on the sofa; seeing the secretary lead someone in, he set down his book and regarded Alvin with a faint air of scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likewise, Alvin studied the infamous Green Goblin—Norman Osborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At nearly fifty, Norman bore the marks of age on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His neatly combed hair showed streaks of gray, yet his sharp suit and composed demeanor still radiated the authority of a man who had fought his way out from among America’s elite capitalists and seized control of life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard of you, Alvin Valthius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman sat on the sofa, withdrawing his scrutiny but showing no intention to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were Stark, he’d have welcomed him warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, Alvin Valthius simply didn’t carry enough weight to merit his serious attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Mr. Osborn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin adjusted his buttons, utterly unfazed by the man’s attitude, and sat calmly across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary brought two cups of hot tea, then discreetly withdrew, closing the door behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For Stark’s sake, I’ll give you five minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman glanced at his watch, tapping the table with his index finger, his tone still cool and detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin didn’t waste words; he smiled lightly. “I heard you recently took on a military contract?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman’s finger froze. His eyelids lifted slightly, a glint of coldness flickering: “That’s top secret. How do you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the military contract wasn’t truly top secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the content of Osborn Group’s order was far more complex than it appeared—it involved human trials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The order came directly from U.S. Air Force General Everett Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Everett Ross was the Hulk Banner’s father-in-law—and the man who developed the Hulk serum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin feigned mystery, leaning back casually on the sofa—now it was his turn to hold the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stark?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Norman immediately connected Alvin’s knowledge to Tony Stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the only person likely to know this was Tony Stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Stark’s abandoning weapons research and moving into biotech?” Norman sneered, finally taking the boy seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his assumption, Alvin had been sent by Stark to claim a share of the pie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, no—you misunderstand, Mr. Osborn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin held up one finger, shaking it slightly. “Stark has no intention of entering biotech. This is entirely my initiative—I want to collaborate with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman frowned, losing interest instantly. “Kid, I don’t have time for games. If this isn’t Stark’s plan, just leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush, Mr. Osborn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin smiled like a cunning fox, eyes half-lidded. “I know you’re stuck—your human enhancement serum still won’t work, correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Norman couldn’t remain calm. His pupils shrank sharply as he stared at Alvin in shock: “How do you know this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human enhancement serum’s bottleneck was a secret even General Ross didn’t know!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Stark couldn’t possibly know this—how had this boy found out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Norman’s expression shifted between suspicion, anger, and fear—he imagined countless scenarios, all pointing to one inevitable conclusion: a traitor in his research team!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where I learned of this doesn’t matter, Mr. Osborn,” Alvin observed Norman’s panic, suspicion, and fury, then waited until the man calmed before speaking slowly: “What matters is that I can help you overcome this obstacle—can’t I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You? How?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Alvin had exposed his research setback, Norman still couldn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Norman’s skeptical gaze, Alvin merely smiled, opened his five fingers, and lifted them slightly: “Like this...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the liquid in the teacup on the table seemed pulled by an unseen force, rising into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before Norman’s stunned eyes, the liquid flowed freely, shifting into countless shapes before returning to the cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This... how did you do that?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Norman, who had weathered countless storms, was left speechless by the display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Alvin revealed his fangs, slowly pulling a bottle of brilliant blue liquid from his coat and placing it gently on the table: “As you see, Mr. Osborn, I come with sincerity. This is Compound Five—it can unlock human potential and grant what ordinary people call... superpowers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman had to admit: even after all he’d seen, his heart raced uncontrollably at the sight of Compound Five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain—Alvin’s display had been no illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a drug capable of granting superpowers truly existed, then... the blood that had long lain dormant within Norman seemed to boil at that moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What... do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman took a deep breath, his face etched with unprecedented gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin snapped his fingers and smiled. “I provide the sample. You handle the research. We share the results. Deal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Absolutely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman agreed without hesitation, then added: “But research on Compound Five cannot be conducted under Osborn’s name—we must avoid military scrutiny.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His concern was valid: the U.S. military was infamous for seizing others’ breakthroughs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they discovered Compound Five, Osborn wouldn’t just lose out—he might be silenced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Start your own company,” Norman, the capital titan, swiftly devised a plan. “With Stark and Osborn backing you, there’ll be no initial resistance. And if you can bring Stark into this, you’ll avoid many unnecessary risks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would greatly reduce the chance of the military discovering it early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a good idea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin thought for a moment, then grinned. “Then... let’s call it Water Group.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1144,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5942ba8239e1bb7afbd25738af0fce8dd418b8694bb83028c960596bc3ca42f0","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-44","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-42",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]