Marvel: Master Of Role-Playing

"Huh? My product?"

When Richard returned from lunch, one of his researchers informed him that a press conference would be held the next day to showcase his latest research results.

He was caught off guard.

"Even though it has already undergone human trials, it hasn't received official drug approval yet. Isn't this a bit too rushed?"

Richard hesitated—not because he lacked confidence in himself, but because of his nature. He wanted to be responsible for everyone using his products.

He wasn't Norman Osborn, who would conduct human trials without even passing animal tests. For Richard, this was a capsule people would ingest. It needed to be handled with extreme caution.

The researcher who had delivered the news chuckled at his reaction.

To those working under Richard, his abilities might not rival the monstrous talents of Chairman Luthor, but he could certainly be compared to Otto. The only downside was his overly cautious nature.

With a smirk, the researcher mimicked Luthor's usual tone.

"Richard, you're someone I believe in. If you're doubting yourself, are you also doubting my judgment?"

"Pfft..."

Richard couldn't resist laughing at the imitation.

'Classic Luthor. It sounds like a compliment, but every word is dripping with arrogance.'

Shaking his head, he sighed. "Since Mr. Luthor has faith in me, I suppose I should work even harder."

With the jokes out of the way, Richard agreed.

"Alright, everyone. We'll work overtime tonight and double-check everything. Tomorrow's press conference has to be flawless."

"Understood."

Richard immersed himself in work once again. In fact, his relationship with Luthor was quite good. Had he not already been a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent before joining Oscorp, he might have even fallen in love with working here.

Luthor was indeed arrogant and cold, but because of that, he never overlooked anyone with talent.

At Oscorp, Richard could push his abilities to their limits and receive the rewards that came with it. Who wouldn't want that kind of life?

Compared to Oscorp, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s compensation seemed laughable. They had nothing to offer but a vague ideal of "world peace," and he still had to keep up his cover.

However, if Richard knew what Luthor had done while competing with Norman, he probably wouldn't think this way.

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Richard's reaction was just a small episode.

Soon, the next day arrived, and the press conference was held downstairs at Oscorp's headquarters as scheduled.

Reid made an appearance, though he didn't stay in the spotlight for long since the project wasn't his. After briefly announcing a sizable donation to charity to further cement his image as a philanthropist, he stepped aside to let Richard take center stage.

"Mr. Luthor."

Hearing his name, Reid turned.

Standing nearby, dressed in casual clothes and wearing a hat, was Rhodes. That was all the confirmation Reid needed.

The military had taken his warning seriously and there were likely soldiers disguised as civilians hidden throughout the crowd.

'Norman, this is a golden opportunity. A perfect chance to have me die in a public terrorist attack.'

On stage, Richard began his presentation, unveiling his latest product—a beauty capsule derived from lobster molting genes.

"Everyone, have you ever eaten lobster?"

"When lobsters grow, they shed their shells, allowing their bodies to expand. Now, imagine if we could trigger the same process for damaged facial skin. What would happen?"

His presentation had been meticulously prepared. The beauty industry was a gold mine, and this innovation had immense potential.

The audience quickly became captivated. But the real spectacle—the attack—had yet to begin.

Even Reid, who couldn't track Norman's movements in real time, started to think he might have passed up this opportunity.

Then, out of nowhere, several pumpkin-shaped orbs dropped from the sky, landing near him and Richard.

"What the—"

Everyone, including the audience, noticed the strange objects.

Reid and Richard's expressions shifted instantly.

Reid recognized them immediately—Green Goblin's signature pumpkin bombs.

Richard, on the other hand, had a deep-seated fear of anything that beeped.

If something beeped, it was either an alarm clock or a time bomb. Either way, it was never good news.

"Move!"

Reid threw himself to the side. Apart from shouting a warning, he made no effort to pull Richard with him.

His own survival was the priority.

Since Peter Parker had already been born, Richard's role in Reid's plans was no longer as vital.

Even if Richard died, Reid could still use the "former boss" angle to get close to Peter.

BOOM!

The pumpkin bombs exploded. The shockwave sent Richard flying over ten meters before he crashed to the ground, motionless.

Reid, however, was barely affected.

No one noticed the faint, transparent ripples surrounding him—his armor had absorbed the impact.

Through the thick smoke, a figure in a metallic goblin mask descended on a glider. His palm crackled with crimson energy as he infused his pumpkin-shaped grenades before hurling them in all directions.

"Hahaha! Everyone who supports Luthor—die!"

The soldiers hidden among the crowd never expected that the attacker wouldn't go straight for the target, but instead, would aim at the crowd.

Many had already pulled out the prepared serums, ready to inject themselves, but they were too late. The explosions ripped through the area, leaving behind nothing but mangled flesh and blood.

Only Rhodes, standing closest to Reid, was spared thanks to his protection.

'I knew it. Movies sugarcoated it too much. This is what a real Green Goblin terrorist attack looks like.'

In the films, Green Goblin's bombs could collapse entire balconies, yet somehow, no one ever suffered serious injuries.

"You bastard!"

At this moment, Rhodes, regaining his composure, stood up without hesitation and injected the serum into himself. He then drew his sidearm and charged toward the Green Goblin.

Since he had only just received the weapon yesterday, Rhodes was still adjusting to the light, unfamiliar feel of it.

On top of that, the Green Goblin was erratically flying in the air. The first two shots missed completely, drawing the Green Goblin's attention instead.

"Hmm? Major Rhodes… You too must die!"

Norman's eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

Everyone who had supported Luthor—Richard, the soldiers, the reporters, and even Rhodes, the American Major—needed to die!

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