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Chapter 82. Dance in the Moon Light

The sea breeze rolled gently across the balcony of the luxurious Bali resort, carrying with it the distinct scent of saltwater and fresh ocean air. Satria stood there, gazing out at the vibrant blue horizon, a faint smile on his lips. "Ah~ The wondrous sea of Bali. I haven't been here since middle school." His voice carried a nostalgic tone as the crashing waves provided a soothing backdrop. "You did well, my friend. My family will be pleased."

Behind him stood William, visibly elated, though not just because of the idyllic scenery. "It's the least I can do for my savior," he said, a note of gratitude in his voice. "And as promised, I've acquired part of Oscorp's shareholding. Honestly, how did you even make that possible?"

Satria grinned, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. "Let's just say... I know how to be persuasive. Enjoy the fruits of your new status, William. Consider it a win-win."

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Elsewhere, in a dark, fortified hideout filled with surveillance cameras and armed guards, Norman Osborn sat in a state of paranoia. His hands trembled as he frantically monitored every corner of his lair through countless screens. "He's everywhere! How is he everywhere?! I can't live like this anymore!" His voice cracked with desperation as he slammed his fist on the desk.

Suddenly, a voice whispered in the shadows.

"Boo."

Norman shrieked, spinning around to see Satria casually leaning against the wall, smirking.

"H-how did you find me?! What do you want from me?!" Norman's voice was high-pitched and trembling. "I've given you everything you asked for! Please, just leave me alone!" His face contorted with anguish. "And... and give me back my pride!"

Satria's smirk widened, his tone dripping with mockery. "Puny Goblin. Your pride? Oh, that thing. Hmm... I might've thrown it into a trash can. Or maybe a pigsty. Can't quite recall. How about forgetting it and embracing your new future? Ever considered being... transgender?"

Norman's face twisted in fury and humiliation. "You must be joking! I can't live without it! And... and yet I can still feel it. Somewhere... somehow. Please! Tell me what I need to do to make you stop tormenting me!"

Satria laughed, his voice cold and sharp. "How does it feel, Norman? To face someone untouchable by the law? To be utterly powerless? You used to feel so superior, didn't you? This is just a taste of the punishment you deserve."

Norman's voice shook, his desperation palpable. "If you destroy me... my company... the world will lose a beacon of technological advancement! Oscorp's innovations have saved lives, cured diseases! You all need me!"

"Coming from someone who secretly funded Hydra? That's rich, Norman." Satria's eyes glinted dangerously.

Norman hesitated before speaking, his voice strained. "There's no progress without sacrifice. No science without risk. You don't have to like it, but it's the truth."

Satria's expression darkened. His silence spoke volumes, but his mind was racing. He knew Norman wasn't entirely wrong-Hydra's horrific experiments had yielded cures for rare diseases. But the ends did not justify the means.

Without warning, Satria extended his hand, channeling invisible threads of mana and speed-force energy to bind Norman. The threads wrapped around his neck, restricting his movements.

"What... what are you doing?!" Norman's voice rose in panic as his arms twisted unnaturally, the sound of cracking bones filling the room.

"Agh! Stop! I'm sorry! Please, I beg you to stop this right now!" Norman pleaded, but Satria's gaze was as cold as ice.