American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

The leader made a gesture, and the ninjas under his command split into two groups, launching attacks on the two monsters that had suddenly appeared and possessed their companions. The leader focused his attack on the white monster, as he keenly sensed that the creature seemed very interested in him. In other words, he was being targeted.

Puff puff puff.

The white monster was almost defenseless as several long swords pierced its vital points from the front and back. Only the leader's decapitating strike was blocked by the monster's flapping, wing-like claws. The sharp blade, empowered by the force within him, only managed to slice off half of the white monster's hand before getting stuck.

The leader felt as if his blade had struck a sheet of alloy. It was as if he wasn't cutting a liquid creature, but a metallic machine.

"That hurts," the white monster grinned, "Why does my host have pain receptors? It's affecting my appetite and combat effectiveness."

"What kind of monster are you?" The leader discarded his long sword and leaped back. A ninja bowed and presented him with his own long sword.

"I'm called Venom! Am I 002 or 003?" The white monster used his right hand to pull the long sword stuck in his left palm, held it in his hand, and scratched his head, somewhat bewildered. However, he didn't really care. He had only recently developed consciousness, and the primary template of his consciousness was Venom itself, so he had inherited some of Venom's personality traits.

...

"Idiot! I can't believe his personality template is me! Couldn't you have made him a little smarter?" In the Symbiote Laboratory, Venom, who had been watching the whole scene, complained, his voice transmitted through Tony's Mark armor's speakers.

"He's just a child who hasn't been exposed to much outside information, a blank slate, except for being contaminated by you," Luke said bluntly.

"What do you mean? Are you blaming me? How can you use such a serious accusation like 'contamination' to slander me?" Venom enveloped the Mark armor's faceplate, revealing his head and grinning in dissatisfaction.

"Wasn't it you who conducted a deep level of information exchange with it? It's now completely a mechanical copy of Venom," Luke glared at Venom.

"I think it's pretty good, except for being a little stupid," Venom shrank his head.

"002 is already like this, but 003 is still worth looking forward to," Luke said to Venom, "Remember, before 003 is formed and stabilized, stay away from it. Don't contaminate it again."

"That was just an accident! I don't want a fake version of me either, especially one that's a little stupid! If other symbiotes knew its origin was from me, I'd be embarrassed," Venom muttered and shrunk back, no longer speaking.

"I think you've been conducting some research that I'm very interested in," Tony lifted his faceplate, his eyes fixed on Luke with burning intensity.

"I can give you a sample," Luke pointed to the black symbiote being besieged by a group of ninjas on the virtual screen.

"Doesn't seem to be performing very well," Tony instinctively commented as he watched the black symbiote falling into a disadvantageous position. But after saying that, he glanced at Luke, coughed twice, and revised, "But I'm not picky." He was a little envious of the symbiote's ability to possess and parasitize, which was more convenient and practical than all his current Mark armors. He wanted to study it to see if he could develop some kind of similar portable Mark armor. Of course, he didn't expect Luke to be so generous as to directly give him a symbiote. Even if there were any conditions later, Tony would acknowledge the favor.

"I want to eat brains."

"Are we just going to watch here?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and Venom and Tony, who were speaking, were both stunned.

"Our goal is to protect this bone," Luke reminded. Of course, if he could capture a few ninjas to study, that would be good too. After all, the Hand seemed to worship the power of some monster behind them.

...

"The Holy Light protects me!"

The white Venom piously prayed, although his appearance and expression looked like a rogue. A warm golden light emanated from his body as he spoke, dyeing his white body with a layer of gold. Under the cover of this golden light, he, like a mage, condensed golden spears, throwing them out one by one with extremely fast movements, his arms leaving afterimages in the air.

Each spear would inevitably hit an intruder, pinning their bodies firmly to the surrounding metal walls. In just a few seconds, about twenty ninjas had been densely nailed to the metal walls. Even the strongest leader, in his fight with the white Venom, was seized by the opportunity and directly stabbed with a spear, pinning him from top to bottom to the floor.

The leader's eyes were filled with horror, because he found that after the spear pierced his body, the lively divine power within him suddenly became silent, as if it had been sealed. No matter how he tried to mobilize it, there was no response. Even more terrifying, he also saw a subordinate who had been hit in a vital point by a light spear, who should have died and turned to ashes, still being nailed to the metal wall.

He was driven almost mad by the strange things happening to him and what he saw and heard. He frantically called out to the god he worshiped in his heart, but the other party seemed to have broken contact with him, and he couldn't reach him no matter what.

"Capture," the white Venom came to the leader's face, and a tentacle stretched out, binding him.

"Clean up the battlefield, weakling," the white Venom ordered the black symbiote, "Send them to the Blood Clan laboratory."

"Don't order me around! You artificial creation! I'm your senior! Senior, understand? I'm still the little brother of your origin body..." The black symbiote, covered in wounds, cursed, but when he saw the white Venom condensing another golden spear in his hand, he showed a bitter expression and began to clean up the battlefield under the white Venom's supervision.

Today's scene also strengthened his idea, he must find a way to increase his strength! Without strength, in this laboratory, he was just a low-level lackey who could be ordered around by anyone.

...

"What do you mean? The bone is lost?" Nick, after hearing that Hebron had been invaded, rushed back to Hebron with his men, only to hear a heartbreaking bad news. He looked at Luke in disbelief, then at Tony. He felt in his heart that Luke wanted to embezzle the bone, but the other party's expression was very sincere.

"It's the literal meaning," Luke spread his hands helplessly.

Nick's inquiring gaze immediately fell on Tony Stark, who raised his hands high under Nick's gaze: "Don't look at me, I testify, everything Luke said is true!"