Marvel: Master Of Role-Playing

Now that a decision had been made, it was time for Reid to start preparing his own credentials.

'There's no need to worry about funding. Although Wayne Enterprises' funds can't be used, the Joker's gang has already started making a profit from the businesses taken over from the Maroni family. By laundering money through Gotham Bank, it can be freely used. Adding Alfred's savings, this investment is enough to convince Norman and Otto to discard the idea of bringing in external capital.'

Reid didn't want Os Industries to go public. Ideally, the company would be perfectly controlled by him, just like Wayne Enterprises.

In this world, Reid had to prepare for facing figures like Dormammu, Thanos, the Kree, and the Cosmic Beings. He didn't have time to argue with shareholders.

'But to improve my position within the company, it's not just about money. I also need a technology that can quickly generate returns, preferably something that could directly attract military investment.' The moment he considered drawing the military's attention, Reid immediately thought of weapons.

However, competing with Tony Stark in the weapons industry wasn't something Reid wanted to do, nor was it something worth the trouble. Besides, the newly started Os Industries didn't have the industrial chain to manufacture weapons.

The only thing that could attract military investment was technology.

The military would invest, Os Industries would sell the corresponding research technology, and once completed, the technology would belong to the military. This was the only way forward for Os Industries.

What technology does the U.S. military in the Marvel world want the most?

The answer had already been revealed more than 60 years ago.

It was the super soldier serum.

'But I don't have a research sample!' Reid pondered.

Researching super soldiers wasn't exactly a difficult task. In the DC universe, at least in the movies, Lex Luthor personally created Doomsday, who went toe to toe with Superman.

The problem was, he didn't have a biological sample to conduct the research on.

He did have Jean's blood, but not only was the Phoenix Force inside her an unstable factor, there was also the fact that mutants in this world were always hiding their identities.

Reid couldn't just create a mutant sample out of thin air.

At the very least, it couldn't be from an unknown source; there had to be a reasonable explanation to convince the mutants that this was all just an accident, that no one was scheming against them.

Thinking about this, Reid became frustrated.

Feeling restless, he took his sidekick, Harley Quinn, and decided to leave the apartment to get some fresh air.

Meanwhile, Scott, who was hell bent on killing Reid, had arrived in New York and was now downstairs from Reid's location.

'Found you!'

Stopping his motorcycle, Scott spotted Reid leaving the apartment with Harley.

Seeing Harley, his anger only intensified. He couldn't understand why Jean was so obsessed with this man. Even though this human already had a woman by his side, Jean still couldn't let go.

Scott made up his mind. After killing Reid, he would go back and tell Jean what he had seen, making sure she saw the true face of this man. With that thought, Scott followed Reid from a distance and entered a mall with him.

Reid wasn't the kind of person who couldn't sit still, causing trouble just for the sake of it. At least not before completing Luthor's mission. He probably wouldn't leave New York to find other Marvel characters anytime soon.

Since he had decided to live in New York as Luthor in the future, he needed to take good care of the apartment he rented.

They were in the mall to buy some daily necessities.

On this front, Harley deserved some credit.

Reid had expected Harley to pick out various prank items, given that she was a follower of the Joker, Harley Quinn, not the psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel.

But to his surprise, it seemed that Harley understood that Reid wasn't the Joker. She picked out things according to Reid's preferences.

Soon, they were done shopping.

Reid didn't need to carry the items himself. With a little extra money, the store would deliver everything to his door. In this country, as long as you had money, you could do 90% of the things in the world.

'I should hit the restroom before we go.'

Once the important things were taken care of, Reid was able to let his smaller head control the bigger one. Acting on his instinct, he told Harley to wait and headed to the restroom himself.

This gave Scott the perfect opportunity.

He pulled on a hood to conceal his bright red crystal glasses, following Reid into the men's restroom.

'That guy?'

Harley was, after all, a psychologist with a deep understanding of the field. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been invited to Arkham Asylum in the comics to treat the Joker.

Her psychological knowledge didn't vanish just because she followed the Joker into madness. This allowed Harley to keenly sense that something was wrong with the man, Scott, who was completely covered.

'Hehe.. . things are about to get interesting.'

Realizing that something was amiss, Harley's inner madness began to stir. She adjusted the bag on her back and slowly approached the bathroom door.

Inside the men's bathroom, only Reid and Scott were present.

Reid, using the mirror inside the bathroom, noticed Scott's unusual behavior.

While Harley had detected something odd thanks to her psychological knowledge, Reid, relying on the Joker's intuition for reading people, sensed Scott's malicious intent.

Reid didn't immediately retaliate but finished his business. While washing his hands, he slightly turned his head and looked at Scott, who was standing next to him.

"Excuse me, friend. Is something bothering you?"

Scott's face was hidden by his hood, and Reid, unaware of what had happened at the mutant academy, naturally couldn't guess that the man standing before him was Scott, who had come to kill him.

With just a single probing sentence, Scott, who had been holding his frustration for too long, could no longer contain himself.

He tilted his head, pulled off his hood, revealing the red glasses on his eyes.

"My problem... is you!"

With a slight press on the button on his glasses, a red laser beam shot toward Reid's head.

'Dammit!'

Thanks to his superhuman physical abilities and the Joker's combat skills, Reid was able to react in time, raising his arms to block the laser. However, the force of the beam sent him flying, crashing heavily into the bathroom wall.

"Ah!"

Now using his own body and not the Joker's chemically enhanced form, Reid truly felt the pain as it shot through his brain.

But there was no time for him to rest because Scott continued to unleash laser blasts.

"Die! Why won't you just die?!"

Filled with overwhelming hatred, Scott relentlessly fired lasers. In the cramped bathroom, Reid was soon forced into a corner. One more shot, and if Scott increased the intensity of the laser, it would burn through Reid's heart.

Just then, Harley appeared behind Scott, her face twisted with a crazed smile and raised the metal bat in her hand high.

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