“Lucas, I found Flint Marko’s trail,” Skye’s voice came through the earpiece. “Facial recognition confirms he appeared at both of the sand-related traffic accident sites.”
“Got it. I’m on my way back.”
Lucas exhaled, turned, and started walking back toward the Devil May Cry Detective Ag...
“Other than the sand, is there any real connection between the two incidents?” Gwen asked curiously.
“Not yet,” Lucas replied, rubbing his chin. “But I’ve got a theory that needs proving. My gut tells me that yesterday’s accident wasn’t just a coincidence.”
He couldn’t shake the feeli...
“Strange… Daddy should be home.”
The clever little girl decided to go around the back. Sure enough, the kitchen window wasn’t locked, so she climbed in through it.
“Daddy? Daddy, are you here?”
She called out while searching the rooms—but the house was completely empty. Her father wa...
At the same time, in Washington, D.C., inside a large, arc-shaped building—
“Director, we’ve found the video footage from that case.”
A young man in a black suit hurried into a spacious office, handing a USB drive to a bald man with dark skin.
“Good work, Agent Moore. You’re dismissed....
As the soft music began to play, couples drifted toward the dance floor, swaying gently to the rhythm.
Gwen immediately pulled Lucas along with her. To be honest, Lucas didn’t know how to dance—but Gwen did. All he had to do was follow her lead and avoid stepping on her feet. Surprisingly, after a few steps...
That night, Gwen didn't go home—she stayed at the apartment. Lucas had already prepared a room for every member of the Stacy family on the second floor, right next to his own.
Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, graduation day had arrived. Lucas and Gwen had officially finished high school.
L...
Lucas dropped onto the couch, watching the two masked figures shuffle nervously inside. He was about to speak when Skye, who’d been gaming with the Moogle, suddenly froze.
She tossed the controller aside and hurried to Lucas’s side, eyes glued to the newcomer.
“This is the Spider-Man from the news ...
Lucas had always liked Peter’s uncle. A wise man, honest and kind, who never complained about the unfairness of society. He was the moral compass that shaped Peter into Spider-Man.
Lucas decided to check things out. If Uncle Ben was still alive, he’d have to remind Peter to be careful.
No hesitation...
Felicia nodded in agreement. “She’s right, you do look a little better without the glasses. Honestly, your eyes are really nice—it’s just that no one notices because you always hide them.”
“Really? You mean it?!”
Peter’s face lit up with surprise and delight. Who would’ve thought that s...
"System, the Moogle isn't visible to just me, right?"
Lucas frowned. Moogles, according to the lore, weren't supposed to be seen by ordinary people. He was worried that if anyone caught him snuggling with it, they'd assume he was cuddling thin air and write him off as a lunatic.
[Ding~ Of course not. But...
"Right now. I'll take you to your room first."
Lucas stood and walked toward the door, Skye hurrying after him.
They left Devil May Cry and stepped into the neighboring building. Only then did Skye realize where she was.
"You live here?!" Her jaw nearly dropped. "I've read about this online—this...
"Where's your sword?"
On the drive back to Devil May Cry, the thief behind the wheel couldn't hide her curiosity. She'd gotten a good look at that blade earlier—an entire weapon gleaming like it was carved from crystal. If she could sell it, she'd be rich overnight!
"What, you've got your eye on my swo...
Lucas couldn't hold back his curiosity. He wanted to know just how much those things cost—especially considering how much Spider-Man would eventually use them.
The staffer chuckled. "Curious, aren't you? Well, this storage capsule isn't cheap. The one I'm holding sells for five hundred dollars apiece."
"What way?" Gwen asked curiously, her eyes sparkling with dollar signs.
"Buy Stark Industries stock!"
"Pfft~~ You think I didn't know that? Do you have any idea how expensive Stark stock is? Even if Dad sold everything we own, we couldn't afford much."
She had thought Lucas might actually have a c...
Gwen shot Lucas a look. Ever since they were kids, whenever the topic of studying came up, he'd act like it was the end of the world.
"You don't need a fancy degree to become a cop. A high school diploma works too," Gwen said.
Lucas drawled lazily, "I don't want to be a cop anyway. You saw what happened ...
"Finally decided to come back?"
The sudden voice froze Lucas where he stood. His eyes widened as he turned toward the sound.
A slim figure sat on the bed, Gwen's gaze blazing with anger as it fixed on him.
"H-hey, Gw… Gwen, m-morning~~" Lucas raised a stiff hand in a robotic wave.
Gwen pa...
Lucas stared coldly at the screaming Adam. His heart was utterly calm. Scum deserved only cruelty.
Adam's body was drenched in sweat, his mind nearly blacking out from the agony of his broken arm. He might be a gang boss, but years of living in luxury had made him soft. He'd only ever tortured others—never en...
The Punisher glanced at Lucas again and again, baffled as to how he'd pulled out such a massive sword from nowhere.
"Just a little trick. Don't worry about it," Lucas said flatly. He had no intention of revealing anything.
The Punisher didn't press. He'd only come because Daredevil roped him in—they sh...
"I heard it on the news—apparently the NYPD commissioner was shot by a gang member and is still in critical condition. Don't tell me…"
As a lawyer, Daredevil instantly pieced together Lucas's identity, guessing it almost perfectly.
Lucas didn't bother hiding it. With someone as uncompromisingly right...
"B-big bro… I-I really d-don't know anything… I'm just a nobody… please let me go~!!"
The thug could barely form words, trembling with sheer terror.
"Alright."
Lucas spoke faintly—and with a single slash ended his life.
"Next time, try to be a better man."
He even put the one...
Lucas was once again speechless. Did this system have a screw loose? His template was supposed to be Clive Rosfield from Final Fantasy XVI, yet somehow Dante from Devil May Cry kept creeping in.
[Ding~ Accepting supernatural commissions is one of a demon hunter's core duties. It will also increase the host's re...
"System, you really are the best~!"
Lucas stroked the blade of the Ultima Weapon.
As if resonating with his emotions, the sword let out a faint hum.
"Tonight, I'm heading to Hell's Kitchen." He muttered to himself.
Everyone knew Hell's Kitchen was the most chaotic place in all of New York...
Lucas stood tall and righteous, as if none of his earlier tantrums had ever happened.
"Clive it is, then. At least he's from an action game. That counts as devil-hunting by association. I'll just treat him as an alternate Dante."
[Ding~ Host must claim template immediately.]
A ten-second countdown...
Lucas turned to stare at John, eyes burning with fury.
Ever since George had taken him home from that abandoned church, George had treated him like his own flesh and blood. And Lucas, in return, had truly regarded George as a father.
"Let me go."
Lucas' face was cold, his voice like ice.
"K...
"Ohh—so you were staring at Mary Jane, huh?"
Lucas teased, patting Peter on the shoulder.
"Buddy, take my advice—forget about Mary Jane. She's not right for you. You can't handle her."
Lucas spoke with the tone of someone who had seen it all. Back in his previous life, watching the Spider-Man ...
Time flew by, and Lucas was now eighteen years old.
When he first realized he had transmigrated into the body of a kid, it took him a long time to come to terms with it.
He had been a handsome young man , answering the call of the great "transmigrator army." Yet here he was, stuck in the body of a kid. <...
New York—hailed as the world's center of economics, finance, and commerce. It was the largest city in the United States, and also one of the most densely populated.
Yet, behind its glitz and glamour lurked filth and decay, chaos far worse than in many other cities.
Hell's Kitchen was the most disorderly distri...
Seeing that old Gary was about to launch into another long rant, Henry quickly cut him off.
“Hey,” he said, “why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? I’ve got to clean the place and pick up some groceries. This evening, you can fill me in on what’s been happening around L.A. this past year.”
Clack!
Bruce Wayne’s expression froze instantly, a faint twitch tugging at the corner of his mouth.
This man—he actually knew his true identity?
He knew that he was Batman?
How could that be possible?!
Aside from Alfred, not a single soul in Gotham should know the truth.
Bruce...
“You think you understand me that well?”
Alex glanced sidelong at Catwoman, his lips curving into a faint, teasing smile.
“N–No!”
Catwoman immediately stiffened up, a tension running through her body like a lamb facing a hungry wolf.
Heaven help her—after seeing those godlike ab...
