In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

The Life Foundation's spacecraft docking site was like hell on earth.

Traces of explosions and fires were everywhere, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of gunpowder, mixed with some indescribable smell of decay.

The wreckage was littered with broken human bodies, some of which were still twitching weakly and making creepy groans.

Drake staggered into the docking spacecraft with his assistant. His usually calm eyes were now bloodshot and his expression was ferocious.

When he saw the four shattered glass dishes, an uncontrollable rage erupted in his body like boiling magma.

"Damn beast!"

He roared, his voice hoarse and distorted.

Drake searched every corner frantically. The laboratory table was overturned and the sound of glassware breaking was endless.

His fingers were cut by broken glass and blood dripped onto the ground, but he was unaware.

The image of a philanthropist that had been carefully crafted over the years was like a thin mask, which was finally torn apart in rage, revealing the disgusting true face underneath.

Drake's eyes were cold and frantic as he scanned every corner.

"Who dares to touch my things?"

"Check it for me! I'm going to fucking kill him!"

He roared at the timid assistant beside him and frantically searched every corner, hoping to find a well-preserved experimental sample.

Suddenly, in a crack in a corner of the wall covered with mold, he found a mass of wriggling black substance on a dried corpse.

The thing looked like living oil and gave off a sickening stench.

Drake's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and ecstasy surged in his heart.

“There’s actually another one!”

He let out an almost insane laugh, with the corners of his mouth twisted unnaturally.

"You are so beautiful..."

This discovery made him temporarily forget his previous anger, and replaced it with a morbid excitement.

He approached cautiously, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Just as Drake reached out to touch the darkness, the symbiote suddenly burst out with amazing power and wrapped around Drake's body at lightning speed like a living nightmare.

"what!!"

Drake let out a terrified scream when the symbiote attacked his face, but was soon drowned in a tide of darkness.

The liquid tissue of the symbiote quickly seeped into every pore of his body. Drake could feel his skin dissolving, his flesh reorganizing, and his bones twisting.

The severe pain almost made him faint, but what was even more terrifying was the feeling of being eroded and assimilated.

Not only that, the moment the symbiote invades the body.

Those dark desires that he had buried deep in his heart were now gushing out under the catalysis of this evil force, like opening Pandora's box.

The evil thoughts that were once bound by the shackles of reason are now roaring like hungry beasts trying to break free from their cages.

Meanwhile, the riot was exploring its new host.

It reaches deep into Drake's memories, tasting the dark desires deep within him.

Those long suppressed emotions burst out like a flood.

The desire for power, the contempt for humanity, the fascination with violence...

The riots greedily absorb these negative emotions, amplifying and intensifying them.

Deep in Drake's mind, a deep and bewitching voice began to whisper, like a demonic voice from the depths of hell:

"Drake...feel the power...feel our power..."

This voice was like a sticky darkness, slowly seeping into his every thought. It did not bring fear, but a morbid pleasure that made Drake involuntarily indulge in it.

“Imagine”

The devilish sound transformed from the riot continued to seduce.

"The sight of those who once despised and betrayed you struggling in agony at your feet...

What a beautiful symphony their screams, their fear, their despair.”

The scene unfolded vividly in Drake's mind.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, the sound of flesh being torn apart was endless, and the air was filled with fear and despair.

All this not only did not make him feel sick, but instead aroused an indescribable pleasure.

"Just do it, Drake,"

Moyin finally whispered.

"Together, let us make this world our playground. Together, let us mess up the world...

"it is good."

The word echoed in Drake's consciousness, like a heavy hammer, completely shattering his last line of defense of reason.

The corners of his mouth twisted unconsciously into a sick smile, and his eyes flashed with madness.

Immediately, the successful riot began.

Drake's body began to undergo horrific changes, his muscles expanding at an unnatural rate and his bones cracking with sickening noises as they rearranged themselves into stronger forms.

Intricate black lines appeared on the leather surface, and the fingers extended to become claws as sharp as knives, each one capable of tearing through steel with ease.

Finally, the face began to reshape. The mouth expanded to an incredible size and was filled with sharp teeth. The tongue became long and thick, like a ferocious snake.

The eyes dilated and took on a sickly, paranoid white color.

The violent consciousness was like corrosive acid, seeping into every nerve of Drake.

For some reason, after it merged with Drake, it could keenly sense a few faint wisps of...

Pheromones from other symbionts?

The strongest force came from the direction of the Imperial University.

"Drake, do you want to get stronger?"

at the same time.

On the dim street, the school bully Frye felt the intoxicating power surging in his body.

He raised his hand and watched the black substance flow over his fingertips, forming sharp claws before turning back into normal fingers.

"Cool...but who are you?"

Fleischer asked in a low voice.

"venom."

That deep voice sounded in his mind again.

"Symbiote, from a distant planet... We need a host to survive, and you, Fleischer, are the perfect candidate."

Fleischer was a little dizzy.

His brain is struggling to process this information while also dealing with the surging metabolism and reorganization of his nervous system.

“Why me?”

Fleischer asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Venom's sinister laughter echoed in his mind.

"I sense the darkness within you, Fleischer."

"You don't have to explain... Your anger, your resentment, your desire for power... These make you the perfect host."

"We can give you the power to make you the most powerful being in this city."

Fleischer was silent for a moment.

He thought back to his time as a school bully and the fear on the faces of the weaker ones he had bullied.

Back then, he was already intoxicated by the feeling of controlling others, and now, he has even greater power.

“What can we do?”

Fleischer asked, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

"I'm hungry... You humans seem delicious..."