[{"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-56":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},2277829,4456,"Chapter 56","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>Suddenly blocked by a lizard, Alvin’s mood turned sour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the smirking Black Widow and sneered: “Don’t get too happy yet—when that thing charges, I might be fine, but you? Not so sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than the lizard-man went berserk, charging down the highway like a tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cars along the way were tossed aside like toys, slamming hard onto the ground; the neatly paved asphalt cracked and shattered under his stomping feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lizard-man’s violent rampage confirmed Alvin’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These mere cars couldn’t stop the monster—if it charged, Alvin would likely be unharmed, but she? Not guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Widow, who had been smirking moments ago, now looked as if she’d swallowed a fly: “I knew it—sticking with you never brings good luck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squeee—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tires screeched against the road, emitting a piercing noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Car handling is a mandatory skill for every agent—whether it’s the famed 007, Ethan Hunt, or even Marvel’s Black Widow, their driving is unquestionably top-tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car spun on a dime, the engine roared, and next instant, it shot forward like an arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop! Alvin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lizard-man seemed convinced Alvin was the “mastermind,” sprinting on all fours across the overpass, chasing the car ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you even do to that monster?” Black Widow stomped the accelerator, then saw Alvin in the backseat, sipping wine calmly—her temper flared: “Aren’t you supposed to be powerful? Use your damn superpowers and stop that thing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have some kind of misconception about me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the car rocked violently, Alvin stayed balanced, even holding his wine glass: “Besides, aren’t you an S.H.I.E.L.D. agent? Can’t even handle this? How did you even become an agent? Did you bribe your way in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m an agent! An agent! Not Superman!” Black Widow was nearly at her limit, gritting her teeth: “That thing could swat me dead with one slap—how am I supposed to stop it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How should I know? Why not call the magical Nick Fury?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the lizard-man closed in, Alvin kept taunting, pushing Black Widow to the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No more jokes—lead it somewhere empty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin figured being chased forever wasn’t sustainable; better to end it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Dr. Connors in the movie was clearly a villain—he must have “Source Power!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten minutes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it came to serious business, Black Widow was still professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She yanked the steering wheel, slammed the brakes, then floored the gas—the car carved a perfect arc through the curve, never slowing, racing toward the suburbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Connors, unable to turn in time, smashed headfirst into a utility pole, brushed off the dust, and roared after them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, let me piece this together,” Alvin pinched his brow, feeling a tickle in his skull: “You mean because my product was better, you lost funding, dared not retaliate against Norman Osborn, so you came after me instead? Is that it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If not for you, Norman wouldn’t have pulled funding!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors glared at him with hatred, his mind teetering on the brink of collapse, as if ready to explode: “I was one step away—just one last step—and I would’ve succeeded!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that got to do with me?” Alvin was speechless—go beg Norman for money, or find someone else—why come after him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If not for your damn plan, Norman wouldn’t have withdrawn!” Connors now looked exactly like a failed entrepreneur blaming everyone else: “My regenerative serum was almost done—if not for you, none of this would’ve happened!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if, even without you, Norman would’ve pulled funding anyway?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s lip twitched. He picked up a broken mirror, reflecting his grotesque appearance: “Look at yourself—who’d want to turn into a lizard? Is that ‘almost done’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up! I don’t care—it’s all your fault!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors lost all reason, a crimson glint flashing in his eyes: “I’ll kill you—blame yourself for accepting Norman’s investment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of twisted logic is this? Should good people be held at gunpoint?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin almost laughed at Connors’ bizarre logic: “Now I get why Norman pulled funding—you’re mentally unstable. Go see Elizabeth—maybe there’s still hope for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll kill you!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors, clearly broken, roared and lunged forward, ready to tear the bastard apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Connors was about to reach his face, a strand of web shot from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure white webbing was incredibly strong—it yanked the charging lizard-man to a halt, and the hardened ground beneath his feet crumbled like tofu, sinking under the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s you again, Peter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors whirled around, glaring venomously at the source of the web—Spider-Man in his red-and-blue suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dr. Connors… please, stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man’s wrist-webbers held Connors firmly, struggling to restrain his movements: “It’s not too late—don’t do something you’ll regret!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Peter… I can’t go back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Connors refused to surrender, straining violently to break free of the webbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a deafening roar interrupted their exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rocket-propelled bullet, carrying immense kinetic force, pierced straight through Connors’ chest, leaving a horrifying hole the size of a washbasin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“C-Conners?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man froze, stunned, still reeling from shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors turned his head in disbelief toward the source of the gunshot—there stood Alvin, holding a grotesquely designed rifle: “You… you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I’m just too tired to listen to your nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin shook his numb arm, gripped the explosive rifle again, and placed his finger on the trigger: “Everyone’s busy. I’ve got things to do. So please—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the trigger was pulled, the explosive rifle roared like a beast from hell!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rocket-propelled rounds tore through the air, dumping all their terrifying kinetic energy onto Connors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against a one-inch caliber, unless you’re Iron Man in armor or an Asgardian, no one—lizard-man, Spider-Man, Hulk—stands a chance. The weapon treats all equally. If something resists? Pull out the plasma gun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Connors, who clawed his way to villainy through mutation, clearly wasn’t granted the hero’s privilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the explosive roar, Dr. Connors ended his brief, miserable life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In half a second, he was blasted into thousands of meat fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noisy world suddenly grew quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin lowered the rifle, listened to the Navigator System’s prompt, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Killed Lizard Doctor Curtis Curt Connors】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Acquired Source Power: 500 units】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Fixed current world anchor: Requires 3000 units of Source Power】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn… that’s a lot short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin stared at the display, wincing as if his teeth hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Black Cloak Investigator world, fixing the anchor cost only 1000 Source Power—here in the Marvel Universe, it tripled instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder staying here one day costs 100 energy units.” Based on two past transits, Alvin had begun to grasp the Navigator System’s hidden rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Depending on a world’s difficulty and scalability, the energy cost for staying and the Source Power needed to fix the anchor vary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No choice… tough it out in Hell’s Kitchen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin sighed slightly—he could only hope Hell’s Kitchen would deliver.\u003C\u002Fp>",1130,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7836f511c3e40ea564c68f4202d3fd6101b8238417f93c023b91eb0a76d13cc4","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-57","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-55",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]