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Harry's Mansion – Underground Arena
The moment the buzzer echoed, Harry moved first. He exploded forward with a trained lunge, body low, breathing steady. His form was clean—years of discipline behind every step.
Four Arms grinned, crimson skin shifting as all four of his muscular limbs flexed into motion. Come on then, rich boy, he thought.
Harry's fist aimed for the ribs—direct, surgical. Four Arms caught it with his lower right hand and trapped the follow-up with his upper left. Harry twisted to counter, using the grip to pivot into a spinning heel strike that slammed into the side of Four Arms' temple.
The titan staggered, just a little. Okay. That one tickled.
Then came Ned, full speed and full weight, barreling into view like a freight train without brakes. "Group hug!" he shouted.
Four Arms blinked. "What?" was all he had time to say before Ned slammed into his waist, trying to drag him down in a full-body tackle.
Four Arms grunted. The strength wasn't bad, but the technique? Laughable. He let out a roar, lifted Ned with all four arms, and launched him like a catapult. Ned hit the far wall hard enough to leave a man-shaped dent.
Peter was next—clumsy steps, bad balance, but fists clenched tight with determination. "YAAAH!" Peter screamed as he threw a wild right hook. It connected. Four Arms' head turned slightly from the impact, and a thin line of blood trickled from his lip.
Peter froze in shock. "Did… did I just give you a paper cut?"
Four Arms grinned, blood coating his teeth. "You did." Then he slammed his palm into Peter's chest, sending the kid sailing across the room like a broken kite. Peter hit the floor, bouncing and groaning.
Harry was already back in the fight. This time, he attacked tighter, faster—jab, cross, elbow, knee. Four Arms felt the sting of each blow. Harry's training showed with every strike.
But Four Arms didn't just take it. He moved with it—upper right into Harry's ribs, lower left into his gut, upper left across his jaw. Harry stumbled, blood at the corner of his mouth, but he stayed standing. Impressive. The serum's settling fast. He's fighting smarter than ever.
Then something crashed into Four Arms from behind—again. Ned. Persistent bastard. This time, Four Arms was ready. He caught Ned mid-tackle, twisted, and dropped him with a thunderous four-fisted combo to the back that rattled the ground. "Still not enough," he muttered.
Peter came again, panting, face bruised, and somehow talking even while charging. "Hey, hey, hey—big red! Quick question: are all your arms equally handsome? Like—is there a top-tier arm, a favorite? Or are you an equal-opportunity flexer? And do you moisturize or—"
Four Arms actually blinked. "What the hell…"
Peter threw himself into a loose grapple, barely managing to wrap his arms around the red giant's waist. "Because, listen, man—if I had four arms, I'd name each one. Like—Boomy, Slammy, Punchy, and—oh crap—"
Four Arms had heard enough. With a grunt of frustration, he lifted Peter and slammed him into the mat like a pro wrestler delivering a finisher.
Internally, Four Arms winced. He doesn't shut up. Previously he regretted that he can't see this chatterbox attribute of Spiderman Peter. But since he ain't Spidey in this timeline, he thought Peter won't gain this attribute and secretly regreted it. Now he seriously regret why did he wish it. If this guy continue speaking, Four Arms is so sure that he gonna sew that mouth shut.
The three regrouped, breathing hard, bodies bruised and bloodied. Peter's nose bled steadily. Ned was limping. Harry rolled his shoulder, pain in his every motion.
But then Four Arms noticed—something facinating. Their injuries were healing. Scrapes faded. Bruises softened. Cuts sealed. Right in front of his eyes. Lizard serum's working. Healing's kicking in. Not bad.
He cracked his neck slowly. "Alright, it's time to stop holding back and a piece of advice, I've only been using around thirty-five percent till now." Peter groaned.
"How is that comforting?" Four Arms narrowed his eyes and flexed all four arms.
"Let's go sixty," he growled.
The atmosphere shifted. The room felt smaller. Then, he moved. Not teleporting—just blindingly fast. He was in front of Peter before anyone could blink. "You chatterbox ATE MY BRAIN. And now you must PAY!"
His upper left fist rocketed into Peter's chest with a bone-jarring impact that launched him into the ceiling, cracking reinforced stone. Peter dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
Four Arms spun on his heel and caught Ned mid-dash with an upper right haymaker that turned him midair. Ned didn't even reach the wall—he embedded into it like a wrecking ball frozen in drywall.
Harry tried to capitalize, closing in from behind with another combo. But Four Arms had seen it coming. All four fists moved in perfect sync—gut, ribs, collarbone, jaw—each strike landing like a hammer.
Harry hit the floor and didn't get up.
They were done.
Four Arms stood tall amidst the wreckage, his body still, muscles flexing beneath red skin, his breath calm. That was sixty percent. Just sixty. God forbid I ever need to use a hundred.
Peter groaned from the crater in the floor. "...do your fists have names…? 'Cause I think I just met 'The End.'"
Ned coughed. "I see… a tunnel…"
Harry, bruised but conscious, chuckled weakly through split lips. "Well. That escalated."
Four Arms exhaled through his nose, looking at the trio. Their bodies were already beginning to mend again, albeit slowly. Strong. Getting stronger. But they're not ready.
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With a flash of green light, Nova turned back to his human form. He glanced at others and saw their injuries already healed. He got tiny bit envious of it. Life force of Morlun only enhanced his physical strength but not his regeneration ability, which is somewhat above average human level.
As the last echoes of the fight faded, the arena filled with groans, coughs, and the occasional muttered curse.
Peter lay spread eagle in the crater he'd made in the floor, blinking at the ceiling like it owed him answers. Ned was still wedged into the wall, dazed but conscious. Harry leaned against the arena wall, catching his breath and checking his jaw for fractures.
Nova strolled over in human form, casually brushing off phantom dust. "Well, that was... violent."
"Understatement," Peter mumbled. "I think I met God for a second. He told me to stop talking so much."
Nova smirked, glancing at their slowly healing bodies. "Gotta admit—I'm a little jealous. You three heal like game characters after a cutscene. Meanwhile, I pull a muscle and need a damn protein shake."
Then he looked over at Ned and smirked. "You know, you getting ragdolled like that? Kinda poetic. Betty's been doing the same to your soul for months."
Ned groaned. "Please don't."
Peter laughed. "You're not even denying it anymore?"
"Man can't," Harry chimed in. "Betty's got him trained. She raises an eyebrow, and he's already apologizing for something she might be mad about."
Nova leaned in. "Let's be real. She says 'Sit' and Ned's already kneeling, asking if she wants tea."
Ned buried his face in his hands. "It's not like that—"
"It is exactly like that," Nova said with a grin. "You're not in a relationship—you're in an obedience program."
Even Peter couldn't resist. "Do you get a treat when you're good?"
Nova raised a brow. "He doesn't need a treat. He lives for the walk of shame. Betty's got him so wrapped up, I'm pretty sure she forgets he has rights."
Ned just groaned louder.
"And you," Nova said, voice smooth like a blade as he turned to Harry Osborn. "When Four Arms popped your shoulder, I saw the look. You were already imagining Liz 'helping you recover.'"
Peter gagged. "Please stop."
Nova kept going. " But I mean, with that serum boost, Harry? Liz is gonna need more than a heating pad. She's gonna need a week off."
Harry didn't deny it. Just smirked and shrugged. "She said she likes the soreness."
"Gross," Peter muttered. "I need bleach for my ears."
"Oh, you think you're safe?" Nova's eyes sparkled as he turned to Peter. "You remember that thing you said last week? About Michelle always being in charge?"
Peter blinked. "Yeah, but—wait, what are you—?"
Nova leaned in, low and casual like he was telling a bedtime story. "So MJ told us something during that truth-or-dare game... apparently, she walked in on Michelle trying to relieve some stress."
Peter's eyes widened. "No. Nope. Stop. This is classified!"
Nova grinned wickedly. "She said your girl wasn't doing a great job on her own—frustrated, fumbling—and being the generous, helpful big sister she is, MJ decided to lend a hand."
Harry's brows shot up. "Now that's kinky."
Nova nodded, savoring every word. "Oh yeah. According to her, by the time she was done, Michelle's bed was soaked with.... And sweat, and your girl was a trembling, whimpering wreck. She totally loved getting dominated by her own sister."
Peter made a sound that could only be described as spiritual trauma leaving his body. "I was safe. I was innocent. Then Nova happened."
Harry had to turn away, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Ned was wheezing. "Bro. Your girl got tag-teamed by generosity."
Peter curled into himself. "I need to crawl into a corner and reboot my life."
Nova patted his shoulder. "Hey, could've been worse. At least MJ didn't film it."
Peter blinked. "Wait. Did she?"
Nova just winked and walked off, whistling.
Peter sat there frozen for a beat before whispering, "I hate everything."
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NEXT DAY
HARRY: Hey Nova! So… did you finish doing, uh, whatever cosmic gene-tweaking wizardry it is that gives us those alien powers? Because I have already picked mine. I went with the gravity one—please don't tell Hermione. I've been daydreaming about using reverse gravity on skirts… hehehe y'know, purely for educational purposes.
As for Hermione? She picked that crab-looking one. She's practically buzzing with excitement, well not tell her this too but she is ready to read everyone's thoughts like it's some thrilling new research paper. I swear, she's already mentally footnoting reactions.
Also who is Magneto, what is that quest? Does he want a set of wards? Well you know about my knowledge of wards and despite Hermione knowing theoretical knowledge she is a complete novice in creating them.
So how?'
NOVA:- YO Potter! I am definitely taking screenshot of this and will show to Hermione and maybe.... You fiance's. Anyway on more serious note, due to some problems, it will be delayed as I am looking for some important quest, which will make things easier for our endeavours. It any take a week or two.
Sorry for the delay, as an apology I will share some important information. Umbitch.. umm.. umbral.. no no Dolores Umbridge is the one that sent dementors to your aunt's house. Now she will be teaching you all DADA, which is completely nonsense as she may not even know it's full form. Anyway her true intention is to control entire Hogwarts and make your life difficult. She will use Blood Quill which is illegal by ministry.
As for this quest, you dont have to personally create them, you can just employ someone. Just accept the quest, negotiate and then 'send', yes those ward creator will be teleported to my world and will create the wards covering the base. Also you dont have to worry about other complications about what will those workers think or anything or them knowing the fact that are in other world or anyrhing. A magical contract with set of terms will be provided by the system, for a small price ofcourse, you can give it to them. That's all.
In coming few days I will be busy, so I will not be able to reply to your messages. Also find me four more clients from your world. I will give you benefits for each client. See ya...
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