During the period that followed, Blacklight Lyon traveled across all parts of the world, devouring the blood of all kinds of lifeforms.

From whales measuring several dozen meters long to virus particles floating in the air.

Among humans, from the strong like the Hulk to the weak like Inhumans who hadn't yet awakened.

Lyon spared none of them.

As he feasted on the entire Earth's biosphere, the Blacklight clone not only evolved to a 16x genetic level, but his abilities across various domains were also comprehensively enhanced.

Every creature's genetic data and physical form were fully absorbed and backed up into the memory hive.

Only the Hulk's bloodline was a bit different.

After absorbing Banner's blood, the Blacklight virus couldn't directly transform into the Hulk.

It could only become a variant similar to Abomination or Red Hulk.

Even after Lyon repeated the experiment several times, the results did not change.

Even when the Blacklight clone repeatedly reorganized the genetic fragments, it would still sometimes turn into a Red Hulk, other times into a Grey Hulk.

Although the Marvel Cinematic Universe hasn't explicitly established the concept of "the Hulk's power originating from beneath all things," it's clear that the Green Giant is ultimately a unique existence—his power can't be completely replicated.

After consuming the blood of all life on Earth, Lyon turned his attention to aliens.

He summoned a Super Skrull and tasked it with collecting the tissues of a vast number of alien species.

After decomposing and absorbing those alien genes along with the Super Skrull's blood, the Blacklight clone successfully evolved to a 20x genetic level.

"These so-called cosmic beings are really underwhelming. Judging by their genes, among tens of thousands of species, there are barely any with strength exceeding a ton," Lyon commented afterward.

"No wonder just a few members of the Guardians of the Galaxy can run rampant through the universe."

"Still, I suppose it's better than nothing." Lyon wasn't overly optimistic. "Let the Super Skrull continue collecting them."

He suspected that even if the Blacklight clone devoured every ordinary alien lifeform in the current universe, its genetic level still might not catch up to that of his main body.

"I still need to acquire genes from the strong. Gods like Odin and Zeus… maybe they're worth considering."

Lyon rubbed his chin and sighed.

"Sigh, Dormammu left too early. If only he came back now so I could take a few bites. But he's an energy-based lifeform. Can the Blacklight virus even absorb that…"

"Forget it. If I get the chance in the future to collect some of their blood or tissue, I'll study it properly. For now, I'll head back to the apartment. Peter Parker's family and the Maximoff siblings are supposed to come by today."

Unknowingly, it was already early January.

A month ago, Sherry had mentioned the Parker family's visit, and the date was finally set for the first Saturday of January.

Coincidentally, Wanda and Pietro were also dropping by today to hand over their blood samples to Lyon.

—When it came to people he was familiar with, Lyon simply asked for blood samples directly.

He didn't bother turning into a husky and knocking them out.

And due to their trust in Superman's integrity, everyone—even Banner—didn't hesitate much when handing over their blood.

Before returning home, Lyon had even specially invited the sorcerers to join the dinner gathering at his apartment.

However, both Wong and Mordo flatly refused.

Right now, construction within the pocket dimension of Kamar-Taj was in full swing.

The two groups were brimming with enthusiasm, working tirelessly day and night.

They had become completely immersed in the building of the inner world, with no other desires remaining.

After all, when it came to the personal experience of shaping an entire dimension with your own hands—No one could truly say no.

…

When Lyon returned to the apartment,

Natasha had already prepared dinner.

Lemon sea bass for eight, paired with mousse-layered cake, and toasted bread as the main course—a thoroughly Western-style meal.

As for Yelena—

She was sitting on the couch, hugging Sherry tightly, laughing without the slightest restraint.

One big and one small, the two were completely absorbed in Tom and Jerry, watching with delight.

"Yelena, you're just sitting here cuddling Sherry and watching TV?"

Lyon sat down beside her and knocked on her head. "You're not even helping Natasha in the kitchen."

"Ah! Boss!" Yelena grabbed Sherry's little hand and used it to rub the spot he hit. "You always hit me the moment you come back!"

She pouted, aggrieved. "You just got back too, and you're not helping either…"

"You just called me what?" Lyon raised an eyebrow.

"Boss... is that not okay?" Yelena tried to gauge his reaction.

"And what exactly is a 'Boss' supposed to do?"

"Looks like in your case—Supposed to make his subordinates work nonstop…" Yelena puffed out her cheeks. "Ou! Ou! Hurts—"

Her voice cut off abruptly.

A few seconds later—

Her puffed cheeks deflated like a balloon that had been pricked.

Lowering her head, she gently placed Sherry down on the sofa, then slumped her shoulders and trudged toward the kitchen.

Even her golden hair seemed to lose its shine. "I get it… I'm going to help. Sherry, sigh… when you watch the rest of the episode, be sure to laugh enough for both of us."

Yelena looked so pitiful, like a traveler about to leave home, each step slow and mournful.

The melancholic air almost made Lyon feel bad for her.

He chuckled and was just about to stop the little drama queen—But then the doorbell rang.

As soon as she heard the sharp ding, Yelena immediately perked up.

"Coming, coming! I'll get the door!" Her golden hair seemed to shine again, her back straightened, and she hopped cheerfully toward the entrance.

"..."

Lyon and little Sherry exchanged a glance. "Well, big sis Yelena is actually a bit of a fool, isn't she?"

"Mhm, that's right," Sherry answered instantly.

"Then you'll have to take good care of her in the future," Lyon chuckled.

The Parker family and the Maximoff siblings arrived almost at the same time.

After brief introductions, everyone quickly warmed up to each other.

In fact, the Parker family was just two people—Peter Parker and his aunt, May Parker.

They were already familiar to Lyon.

As soon as she stepped through the door, Aunt May handed over a gift and began expressing her gratitude, saying that Peter no longer got bullied at school, all thanks to Sherry.

Six-year-old Peter obediently chimed in with his thanks.

But the moment he entered, his eyes were immediately drawn to the Iron Man masks hanging on the wall.

Meanwhile, Sherry—who had already established her dominance over every middle and elementary school in Queens—shook her head and calmly said it was actually because the bullies had learned to reflect on their actions.

She just helped them recognize their mistakes, that's all.

Most people would think Sherry was joking upon hearing that.

But Aunt May had heard the nickname "Kingpin of the School" before.

So she gave a firm thumbs-up without hesitation, fully convinced.

During the conversation, the Maximoff siblings remained quiet on the side.

Wanda occasionally glanced at Lyon.

Pietro, on the other hand, quietly slipped behind Peter and whispered in a low voice—

"What's so great about Iron Man? Quicksilver is clearly the coolest superhero!"

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