[{"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-58":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},2277831,4456,"Chapter 58","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-58",58,"\u003Cp>Manhattan, the most chaotic Hell’s Kitchen, was like the sewers of all New York.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its chaos gathered elite talents from every walk of life; in a sense, it could even rival the Undercity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Obadiah, as an elder of Stark Industries, would never have looked down upon this rabble of the lower class—but times had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not pushed to the brink, he would never have dared to seek out ‘Wilson’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson Fisk was a well-known real estate tycoon across New York City, known for his charity work and frequent participation in philanthropy; to many, he was a kind-hearted businessman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, everything has two sides—just like Wilson Fisk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He concealed another, little-known identity: the undisputed black king of all America, ‘Kingpin’—a name that struck terror into the hearts of all who heard it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cruel and cunning methods, coupled with his overwhelming network of influence, made Kingpin’s position as solid as a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any gang that crossed ‘Kingpin’ would find their heads severed and delivered to the top floor of Fisk Tower, placed before the black king’s desk—often before the next day dawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was precisely why Obadiah dreaded going to ‘Wilson’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, Pepper Potts had secretly infiltrated the office to investigate, and Obadiah sensed danger—he suspected his beloved nephew had begun to suspect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawing from past experience, Obadiah had learned one profound lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either don’t do it at all—or do it completely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that beloved nephew insisted on blocking his path, then better to eliminate him outright!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, he arrived at Fisk Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah parked his car and opened the door: “Take me to Wilson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards at the entrance had clearly been instructed; they led Obadiah onto a private elevator that carried him straight to the top-floor Fisk Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Long time no see, Spartan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bright reception hall, a lavish crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand-sewn wool carpet from the Middle East felt incredibly soft underfoot; beyond it, a massive medieval oil painting adorned the wall, beneath which sat a two-meter-wide zaohong desk, behind it a massive man in a suit stretched taut over his frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah’s own near-two-hundred-pound frame seemed almost frail beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this was the black emperor who ruled all of America—the man known as ‘Kingpin,’ Wilson Fisk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wilson, I’ve come to propose a deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah wasted no time: “When it’s done, I’ll give you two billion dollars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson’s thick, broad fingers clutched a cigar as he gazed at Obadiah, his voice calm: “I’m glad you came to me—but your attitude leaves much to be desired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah’s face flushed and paled in turn, growing ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated in his chair, Wilson lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone still level, betraying no emotion: “You come to me for help, yet you won’t even call me ‘Mr. Fisk.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was, truthfully, not wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In essence, Obadiah looked down on Wilson entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A street thug, a beggar of the underworld—how could he compare to Obadiah, a pure-blooded son of the Stars and Stripes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prided himself as part of high society, surrounded by congressmen and military generals; if not cornered, how could he possibly turn to the underworld for solutions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the situation was such, Obadiah’s face twisted in agony as he forced out: “Mr. Fisk, I am willing...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Spartan, let me remind you,” Wilson tapped his finger lightly on the desk, cutting him off without mercy, his tone indifferent: “Many come to me for help. As a friend, I don’t mind resolving minor troubles for them—but you... from start to finish, you’ve shown not a shred of respect for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then... esteemed Mr. Fisk, how should I express my respect for you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah’s face burned crimson-purple from humiliation, but he knew he was here to beg—he had to swallow this insult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kneel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson sat in his chair, yet he seemed an unclimbable mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying aura surged toward Obadiah, as if the very air in the room had been instantly drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In its place came endless oppression; though Obadiah had met countless high officials and nobles, none had ever made him feel suffocated to his very soul, as Wilson did!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Obadiah could no longer bear it—he knelt on the soft wool carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he was merely a merchant; he had courage to deal with terrorist groups only because he believed his life was never truly at risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wilson was different—he was a man who rose from nothing to build a criminal empire!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, Mr. Spartan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Obadiah trembling, drenched in sweat, Wilson nodded slightly and tapped his finger on the desk: “I see reverence in your eyes—good. Now, rise. Let us discuss your so-called deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah leaned on his weak knees and barely managed to stand again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Wilson once more—but his gaze now carried a hidden thread of awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Esteemed Mr. Fisk, I need your help eliminating a few problems.” Having experienced that moment, Obadiah now spoke with formal respect, his words subtly tinged with barely concealed fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Names.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson said indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tony Stark. Alvin Valshus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah named them without hesitation, his eyes flashing with cruelty: “I want you to eliminate them as soon as possible. For this, I offer two billion dollars—except one condition: Tony Stark’s chest-mounted micro-reactor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson lowered his eyelids and shook his head slightly: “The price you offer is insufficient, Mr. Spartan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was the black emperor, he still followed ‘rules’—otherwise, how could he have ever sat in this chair through sheer brute force?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassinating Tony Stark was an act that would shatter the heavens!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If exposed, not only Congress and the military, but all of America’s financial and commercial circles would unite to boycott him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: if you can kill Tony Stark today, you can kill someone else tomorrow—how long would anyone dare to do business under such chaos?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson had reached this position not through physical strength, but through a cunning mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew clearly—this deal... was not worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five billion! Five billion dollars!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah gritted his teeth and doubled the reward again: “Esteemed Mr. Fisk, if you agree, once I take control of Stark Industries, I will give you five percent of annual profits!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, to utterly eradicate Tony Stark and that damned Alvin Valshus, he no longer cared about the cost!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five percent of Stark Industries’ annual profits? That was a staggering sum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Wilson was momentarily moved; he licked his lips: “Mr. Spartan, you must understand—helping you assassinate Tony Stark will bring me immense trouble. This isn’t about money. Do you understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Fisk, I fully understand the risks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah remained calm and revealed his final trump card: “So I intend to surrender my shares in Stark Weapons Industries as compensation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson, who had been unwilling, paused: “Then... on the other hand...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shares in Stark Weapons Industries? No one in the world didn’t covet them—this was the very thing the military had fought tooth and nail to obtain a fraction of!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you’re my friend, I accept.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson licked his lips, like a beast shedding its human skin, his entire being radiating savage, violent energy: “I value friendship. Since you’re my friend, I’ll handle this for you, Mr. Spartan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Friend? Friendship?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wilson’s nauseating words, Obadiah found them laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What friendship? What loyalty? It was all about the money!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah lowered his head, his eyes revealing a cruel glint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he obtained the micro-nuclear reactor, he could forge the Iron Armor—what use were black emperors... let them die!\u003C\u002Fp>",1264,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4d3bd225fcc946feea579ed9ef65cf63ba51737678b417a3f3b6a47d2a5e603d","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-59","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-57",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]