Luca hadn't expected his words to come true.
The spatial fluctuations near the school actually showed abnormalities.
Although the specific reason wasn't clear yet, and it wasn't even certain if this so-called abnormality was related to what the Spotted Man had said.
It was clear, however, that with this situation, continuing classes was out of the question.
Just like that, the ninth-grade freshmen, who had only recently experienced high school life, immediately began a period of suspended classes that would last for an unknown duration.
Among them, Harry Osborn, the one who had enrolled late, was forced to stop classes after only his first day.
Of course, it was likely that Harry Osborn didn't have the time to care about whether he was attending school or not at the moment.
That night, after returning home, Harry felt his spirit was too agitated, and he found it difficult to fall asleep.
He didn't think much of it, though, as he had just experienced that strange battle between powerful individuals. Although he was only a weak and pitiful bystander and hadn't truly confronted the 'big villain' head-on.
It seemed normal for his mind to be somewhat stirred.
However, as the night deepened, Harry seemed to realize that he wasn't simply overly excited.
He had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, when he suddenly felt an unbearable hunger in his stomach, as if he hadn't eaten for three days and three nights. He leaped out of bed and rushed into the kitchen at an incredibly fast speed.
Harry's gaze quickly swept over everything in the kitchen.
However, the Osborn family rarely cooked, so the kitchen was impeccably clean, having been tidied by the servants.
Taking two quick steps to the refrigerator, Harry, who had intended to open the refrigerator door to see what there was to eat, actually pulled the entire refrigerator door off with one hand.
Harry looked at the refrigerator door in his hand, which felt as light as nothing, with a startled expression. But then, his head seemed to turn uncontrollably back to the food inside the refrigerator.
Regardless of what was in front of him—raw meat, steak, jam, frozen pastries—anything edible was shoved into his mouth in one go.
At this moment, Harry's mind felt muddled, with only one thought remaining: to fill his stomach.
However, the commotion he made woke Norman Osborn, who had only just fallen asleep. Following the sound, Norman found his way to the kitchen.
Looking at his son, who was 'gobbling down food' in front of him, old Norman's eyes were filled with shock as he asked, "Harry? What are you doing?!"
The sudden voice interrupted Harry's eating. Slightly more awake, he also looked in confusion at his hands, which were covered in ice shards and food debris.
He turned his head blankly.
"Father..."
"Food!"
A hurried roar echoed in Harry's mind, startling him into an immediate exclamation. He looked around him with a hint of fear.
"Who! Who is speaking?!"
"Harry, what's wrong with you?"
"Food!!"
This time, the voice in his mind directly transformed into a roar from Harry's mouth.
Norman even vaguely saw a black and White face on his son's face.
At this moment, Harry Osborn's body seemed no longer under his control. He completely ignored his father in front of him and turned back to continue eating.
However, Norman naturally couldn't just stand by and watch his only son's wild, Beast-like behavior. Although he was terrified, he cautiously approached Harry.
But before he could even reach out to touch Harry,
A pitch-black tentacle, like asphalt slime, suddenly shot out from Harry Osborn's shoulder, directly sending old Norman flying.
Hearing his father's cry of pain and the sound of broken dishes falling due to the impact, Harry, who had already been somewhat out of control, finally regained his senses. He frantically knocked over the table and chairs in front of him and quickly rushed to Norman Osborn's side.
"Father!"
"Food!"
"Get out!"
Harry's expression constantly changed as he desperately fought the voice in his head that only knew "Food, Food." However, his struggle seemed to become increasingly futile, and even Norman Osborn, at this moment, seemed to turn into food in his eyes.
"Zzz~"
A green light flashed, and Norman Osborn, who had awakened from his coma at some point, now held a dark green pistol.
The electromagnetic tranquilizer dart fired from the Orderer pistol struck Harry Osborn directly in the chest.
A tingling sensation spread throughout his body. Harry looked down at his chest with a somewhat dazed expression.
The next moment, several black tentacles surged out of his body one after another.
However, before these tentacles could touch Norman Osborn,
"Zzzzzzzzz~"
Several more electromagnetic tranquilizer darts were fired in succession, with green electrical arcs constantly flashing.
Harry Osborn finally rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
The black, asphalt-like tentacles that had surged around him also receded into his body like a tide.
Seeing this, old Norman's tense emotions finally subsided slightly. He let out a long breath, clutching the Orderer in his hand, and cautiously stepped forward to check on his son's condition.
Luca, on the other hand, was still unaware.
After only one meeting with the Spotted Man, poor little Harry had been possessed by the Venom symbiote that the Spotted Man had inadvertently brought with him. At this moment, Luca was at home, using his artificial intelligence, Hakimi, to invade the New York power grid system's database, hoping to use big data filtering to find the exact location of the New York Sanctum.
Yes, last time, because the Ancient One left so decisively, Luca forgot to ask how to contact her in the future.
Now, with the Spotted Man appearing and spatial fluctuations being abnormal,
The only one Luca could think of for help was the Ancient One, who was an expert in spacetime theory.
"Other interdimensional invaders are one thing, but the Spotted Man can freely travel through parallel universes. It's not really appropriate for you, Ancient One, to completely ignore such a dangerous villain, is it?"
Of course, this wasn't because Luca was particularly eager to resolve this matter and return to school obediently.
But he always felt that keeping a dangerous guy like the Spotted Man locked up in S.H.I.E.L.D. seemed a bit unsafe.
"If I really can't contact the Ancient One, should I just sneak into S.H.I.E.L.D. and find an opportunity to eliminate the Spotted Man?"
No... wait! If I synthesize the Pal Ball and capture the Spotted Man while he's unconscious, wouldn't I have a subordinate who can freely take me through parallel universes?!
Thinking of this, Luca suddenly sat up from the soft sofa, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Hakimi! Stop looking, I don't need that Ancient One anymore!"
Of course, what Luca didn't know was that even if he found the New York Sanctum at this moment, the Ancient One wouldn't have time to deal with him.
The Ancient One, at present, while not exactly overwhelmed, was already too busy to attend to anything else.