Chapter 51: Gwen's Transformation Plan
Time passed minute by minute.
Only the crisp sound of keyboard tapping remained in the laboratory.
About twenty minutes later.
"Whew..."
Peter let out a long breath, took off his glasses, rubbed his brow, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.
"The calculations are correct."
Peter turned around and gave a thumbs-up to the nervously waiting Gwen.
"The risk assessment level is 'extremely low,' and the success rate exceeds 99.99%. We can officially begin."
Hearing those words.
Gwen felt her heart skip a beat, then it began to accelerate violently.
"Finally..."
She took a deep breath, calming her excitement, "Then let's begin, Mentor Peter."
Peter nodded.
He walked to a cylindrical transparent device in the center of the lab—it was the [Biological Living Culture Chamber].
At the bottom of this device lay a grain-sized, translucent milky-white spider egg.
This was the crystallization of Osborn Industries' bioengineering and the vessel for all miracles.
In the Marvel Universe.
The Super Spider is not a natural product, but a highly complex creation of genetic engineering.
Before Peter intervened.
These spiders were merely designed to produce high-strength Web fluid.
The super Web fluid they produced.
Its toughness, strength, ductility, and other performance aspects were hundreds of times better than ordinary Web fluid!
It was sufficient to be widely used in cutting-edge fields such as aviation and aerospace.
At that time, Osborn Industries had also attempted to use them for human enhancement experiments.
But without exception, they all failed.
Because the retroviruses inside these spiders were highly rejective.
Unless it was the Parker Family or someone chosen by the Spider Totem.
Otherwise, if an ordinary person were bitten, they would at best die from genetic collapse, or at worst, turn into an ugly spider monster.
But now, everything was different.
Peter not only possessed systematic knowledge infusion but also mastered the Decay Rate Algorithm.
He successfully cracked the Super Spider's genetic lock, turning it into a programmable, customizable "superpower injector."
And this.
Was precisely the genius concept originally proposed by Peter's father, Richard Parker!
Even now.
In the entire Osborn Industries, those who could flexibly apply this Super Spider technology.
Were only Peter and Dr. Connors.
As for Dr. Connors.
He himself preferred salamanders with strong self-healing abilities and wasn't particularly interested in arthropods like spiders.
"Starting the transgenic injection procedure."
Peter pressed a red physical button.
"Zzz—"
Inside the culture chamber, a precision mechanical arm slowly extended.
At the end of the mechanical arm was a nanometer-scale injection needle thinner than a strand of hair.
Inside the needle tube.
Flowed the freshly prepared genetic solution, shimmering with a faint pink luster.
Under the magnification of the microscopic camera.
Gwen and Peter clearly saw the needle precisely pierce the fragile shell of the spider egg, slowly injecting the programmed genes into it.
The spider egg was instantly dyed pink and then began to tremble violently.
"This is rewriting its life form,"
Peter explained in a low voice.
"This special catalyst will accelerate its growth cycle. The hatching process that originally took several weeks now only takes a few minutes."
Sure enough.
As the liquid was injected, a microscopic nuclear fusion seemed to occur inside the spider egg.
Cells were frantically dividing and reorganizing.
The breath of life rapidly grew stronger within the culture chamber.
One minute.
Two minutes.
"Crack."
A slight crisp sound echoed through the entire lab via the loudspeaker.
It was the sound of the shell breaking.
"It's coming out!"
Gwen couldn't help but hold her breath, her hands tightly gripping Peter's arm.
Under the gaze of the two.
The now darkened spider egg split open with a crack.
Immediately after.
Eight slender but powerful legs stretched out, forcefully prying open the eggshell.
A brand-new Super Spider, one that had never existed in this World, slowly crawled out.
It wasn't large, only about the size of a fingernail.
But its appearance was extremely unique, possessing a sort of cold and elegant beauty.
It wasn't the bright red-and-blue style of Peter's.
Its entire body was a deep ink-black, as if it could absorb all light.
But on its back and abdomen, it was covered with pure white carapaces like an exoskeleton, forming a sharp black-and-white contrast.
Especially in the center of its back.
That white pattern wasn't the common skull or hourglass, but a geometric pattern resembling a hood.
If one looked closely.
One could even see that its leg tips had a faint rose-pink color, as if it were wearing ballet shoes.
[Code Name: Ghost Dreamweaver]
This was the Super Spider Peter had custom-made for Gwen.
"So beautiful..."
Gwen looked at the black-and-white little fellow, her eyes flashing with amazement.
"Isn't this the color scheme you designed for my suit?"
"Exactly."
Peter opened the culture chamber and, using a finger clad in a special glove, gently guided the spider onto the back of his hand.
Miraculously.
The spider showed no aggression; instead, it lay quietly on Peter's hand.
It seemed to sense the presence of its own kind.
"It's very docile because I wrote an identification code into its genes."
Holding the spider, Peter walked up to Gwen, his eyes gentle.
"It will only react to your genes. To anyone else, it's just an ordinary spider; but for you, it's the key to opening the door to a new World."
"Are you ready, Gwen?"
Peter looked into his girlfriend's eyes, "Being bitten by it might hurt a bit, but this will be the end of your ordinary life."
Gwen took a deep breath without the slightest hesitation.
She extended her fair, slender arm to Peter, her gaze firm.
There wasn't a hint of fear, only a longing for the future.
"Come on, Peter."
Gwen's voice trembled slightly, but it was more from excitement.
"I want to be like you. I want to stand beside you on top of high buildings, instead of worrying about you from below."
Peter smiled slightly.
He gently nudged the spider from the back of his hand onto Gwen's arm.
The black-and-white "Ghost Dreamweaver" crawled a couple of steps on Gwen's skin, seemingly finding the perfect spot.
Right at the vein on the inside of her wrist.
The next second.
The spider suddenly stopped, its mouthparts opening.
"Hiss!"
Gwen felt a sharp sting on her wrist, as if she had been pricked by a red-hot needle.
She couldn't help but frown, her body trembling slightly.
But she didn't pull her hand back.
As the venom was injected, the Super Spider seemed to have fulfilled its mission.
Its body gradually stiffened, finally curling into a ball and sliding off Gwen's arm.
On Gwen's wrist, two tiny red dots were left behind.
Immediately after.
A scorching warm current erupted from the wound, instantly flowing through her entire body along her blood vessels.
"Ugh..."
Gwen let out a muffled groan, her face instantly becoming flushed.
She felt as if her blood was boiling; every cell was cheering, tearing, and reorganizing.
The sensation was both painful and marvelous.
Her senses began to become exceptionally sharp.
The originally noisy background sounds of the lab instantly became clearly distinguishable, and she could even hear Peter's strong heartbeat.
The World before her eyes also became brighter and more vivid.
"Peter... I feel... so hot..."
Gwen felt a bit unsteady and started to fall backward.
Peter was quick and caught her, gently placing her on the nearby lounge chair.
"This is a normal reaction."
Peter held her hand; although he felt distressed for her, his tone remained steady.
"Genetic rewriting requires a lot of energy. Your body is adapting to this change. Endure it, and it will pass soon."
As he spoke, he took a blue potion out of a pre-prepared cooler box.
It was Peter's specially made [Genetic Stabilizer and High-Energy Nutrient Solution].
"Drink it."
Peter fed the potion to Gwen.
Gwen obediently drank it. As the cool liquid went down her throat, it instantly relieved the burning sensation inside her.
Chapter 52: Sleeping Beauty
The scorching blush, hot enough to almost cook a person, receded from her neck and cheeks like a tide.
Gwen's breathing,
which had been rapid and erratic, gradually became long and deep.
Every cell in her body was greedily devouring the energy from the nutrient solution, undergoing a life-changing leap.
Soon,
an irresistible sense of fatigue swept over her entire body.
Gwen could no longer hold on, her eyelids drooped, and she fell into a deep slumber.
Peter knew
that her body needed a quiet environment and sufficient reaction time
to fully digest the genetic modification from the Super Spider.
"Sleep, my sleeping beauty."
Peter gently, as if handling a rare treasure, carefully picked up the unconscious Gwen.
At this moment,
although her weight hadn't significantly changed, Petercould clearly feel
that her body density was increasing, and her muscle texture was becoming tighter and more elastic.
It was no longer just soft,
but a resilient suppleness that contained explosive power.
He placed Gwen on the lab's rest bed, covered her with a blanket, and then activated the vital signs monitor.
"Beep—scanning program initiated."
A holographic projection unfolded before Peter, densely displaying Gwen's current physiological data.
On the left was an inconspicuous low red line, and on the right was a constantly changing green line.
The red line
represented the previous normal human values.
And the rapidly rising green curve represented her current state.
"This degree of improvement..."
Even Peter, as the creator, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise at the exaggerated data stream before him.
Her strength, speed, endurance, reaction nerves, cell activity...
All data was undergoing an explosive, evolutionary increase!
At the same time,
some minor ailments Gwen had accumulated due to her acquired lifestyle habits also vanished without a trace under this transformation.
Her entire life level
seemed to have achieved a qualitative leap at this moment, far exceeding the limits of ordinary humans.
[Bone Hardness: Increased by 300%...400%...still rising.]
[Muscle Fiber Strength: Has broken through 50 times the human limit.]
[Estimated Base Arm Strength: 25 tons+]
"Twenty-five tons..."
Peter looked at this number, a satisfied and proud glint flashing in his eyes.
What kind of concept was this?
Captain America's arm strength was about one ton, and even in an explosive state, it was difficult for it to exceed a few tons.
The Winter Soldier's bionic arm might be stronger,
but it still couldn't compare to Spider-Man's physical strength.
And Gwen,
had just begun to mutate, and without any adaptive training, her base strength was already above most creatures.
Twenty-five tons of strength
meant Gwen could lift a bus or stop an out-of-control truck with her bare hands.
If she punched someone with full force, the consequences would be unimaginable.
What's more,
the hero Spider-Man isn't just about immense strength; he possesses comprehensive combat power!
He also has superhuman speed, agility, and the Spider-Sense that can predict danger.
Coupled with the ability to move at high speed in three dimensions among skyscrapers
using Web fluid, and limbs that can cling to various walls.
It can be said that
Spider-Man is a very well-rounded superhero with no obvious weaknesses.
He is practically a weapon born for complex terrain combat.
In addition to this,
Gwen also has Peter, her cheat-like boyfriend, who can teach her various miraculous skills.
Or, in the future, perform subsequent, even more powerful genetic enhancements on her body.
Looking at Gwen, whose brows were relaxed in her sleep,
Peter's thoughts drifted a bit: "I wonder if Gwen has a talent for learning martial arts?"
He stroked his chin.
The long-term mission of Path of the Martial Saintappeared in his mind.
[Mission Objective: Master or, through teaching disciples, collectively master 100 different melee/martial arts skills.]
Currently,
his disciple list only included Uncle Ben and the newly taken blind lawyer, Matt.
Although Matt was a promising talent,
one more disciple meant one more step of progress.
"If Gwen could learn Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist, combined with her twenty-five tons of strength..."
Peter imagined the scene:
Gwen, wearing a black and white hooded battle suit, gracefully swung through the air, landing and striking an elbow-strike starting pose.
Then, using 'Flowing Water Force,' she'd elbow through the villain's armor.
That image was too beautiful, simply the epitome of violent aesthetics.
"As my intern and girlfriend, it's only right for her to learn more self-defense techniques."
Peter secretly resolved.
Once Gwen woke up and adapted to her body, he would add martial arts lessons to her "internship content."
Thinking of this,
Peter couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"If only Uncle Ben were as flexible in his thinking as Gwen..."
He sighed.
Actually, when Peter first mastered the Super Spidertechnology,
his first thought wasn't to enhance Gwen, but to modify and enhance Ben Parker.
Uncle Ben was old.
Although his body was robust, in the high-risk World of Marvel, the lives of ordinary people were too fragile.
Ordinary exercise had questionable effects; direct mutation was the right path.
Furthermore,
as Richard Parker's biological brother, Uncle Ben's genes had the highest natural compatibility with the Super Spider.
He was a pure-blooded member of the Parker family!
Peter didn't need to meticulously prepare a special serum for him as he did for Gwen.
He just needed to casually grab an unmodified red and blue spider from Osborn's incubator and let Uncle Ben get bitten.
He could instantly rejuvenate and become an elderly version of Spider-Man.
Before, Peter had more than once wanted to give Uncle Ben the Super Spider enhancement.
But every time he made this suggestion and brought up the slogan of being able to "restore youth and gain immense strength,"
Uncle Ben refused.
He refused very directly and very stubbornly. Peter still remembered what Uncle Ben said at the time:
"Peter, I know you mean well, but this power comes too easily, so easily that it makes me uneasy."
"Everything in my life, I've earned little by little with my own hands, whether it was the medals on the battlefield when I was young or the salary to support my family later."
"I don't want this kind of divine power created in a test tube; it has no foundation, like a castle in the air."
"I believe more in the strength felt in sweat, in countless pull-ups; that is truly mine, authentic and real."
This was Ben Parker,
a somewhat stubborn, old-fashioned, but respectable old man.
He wasn't against power.
But he insisted that power must match one's state of mind; if one suddenly gained immense power, it could lead to self-loss.
Unable to do anything else, Peter could only choose to respect Uncle Ben's opinion.
After all, what he said wasn't wrong.
The strength one developed little by little through sweat and effort was the most reliable and real.
"You're right, Uncle Ben."
Peter murmured, looking at the laboratory ceiling.
"True grandmasters are forged one step at a time."
"Although taking the path of martial arts is slower, the future achievements may not be worse than genetic mutation."
It might even be stronger.
After all,
genetic mutation has its limits.
But the limit of martial arts... in this Marvel Universe, it can lead to shattering the void and becoming a physical saint.
"Anyway, whether it's the technology side or the martial arts side, I have resources in my hands."
"No matter what Uncle Ben chooses, his strength will eventually be formidable enough. This can be considered teaching according to aptitude."
Uncle Ben's choice also met Peter's requirements for completing Path of the Martial Saint mission.
Chapter 53: Unknown Hell Substance
After the lamentation...
Peter pulled back his wandering thoughts.
Gwen's evolution was a slow and precise process.
It was expected to take some time in deep sleep to complete the remodeling of the nervous system.
During this time, Peter didn't need to stay by the bedside staring at the data constantly.
Besides that.
He also handed over the genetic analysis work of Mister Negative and Tombstone to the smart equipment for automatic processing.
This kind of basic work could be left to the AI to complete.
"Time to process last night's spoils."
Peter walked to an empty lab bench, and the Spatial Imprint on his wrist flickered slightly.
"Clang."
A cane, silver-white throughout and inlaid with a huge diamond at the head, was placed on the table.
That was Kingpin's relic, and also a symbol of his identity.
Immediately after.
Peter cautiously took out a sealed glass bottle.
The bottle contained a pitch-black liquid that writhed slowly as if it possessed its own consciousness.
That was the "gods gift" seized from the basement of Fisk Tower.
Peter first picked up the cane.
This thing was extremely heavy, weighing about thirty pounds; an ordinary person would struggle just to hold it, let alone use it as a walking stick.
Only a guy with powerful physical fitness like Kingpincould swing it like a conductor's baton.
"Is this Kingpin's trump card?"
Peter turned on the spectral scanner on the lab bench to perform an all-around structural analysis of the cane.
On the screen.
An internal cross-section of the cane was quickly generated.
As expected, there were hidden mechanisms inside Kingpin's cane.
Not only did it contain Adamantium components, but the slender shaft also hid high-tech weapons of considerable power.
"Although it's not pure Adamantium, the titanium-steel alloy mixed with Adamantium already has a terrifying hardness."
Peter nodded in admiration.
The strength of this material could even withstand a punch from the Hulk without bending.
Using it as a blunt weapon to smash people would definitely leave a crater with every hit.
The even more exciting part was inside.
Under X-ray irradiation, this seemingly ordinary solid cane was as precise as a Swiss watch inside.
First was the miniature laser generator.
That shiny diamond was not just a decoration, but a high-purity focusing lens.
Once activated.
The instantly emitted laser was enough to cut through two-inch-thick steel plates.
Then there was the high-voltage capacitor bank.
In the middle section of the shaft, a sudden discharge device was hidden, capable of releasing over 500,000 volts of high-voltage electricity; contact meant instant unconsciousness.
Finally, there was a hidden gas valve.
Peter zoomed in on the structural diagram of the cane's tail, where a tiny compressed gas tank was hidden, containing a high concentration of nerve gas.
"Laser, electric shock, poison gas, plus its own physical striking ability..."
Peter clicked his tongue in wonder.
"It really is a multi-functional killing Swiss Army knife."
If it were Daredevil or the The Punisher, the kind of heroes who relied on their mortal bodies to fight.
Or in the original story.
That little spider who always hesitated to use lethal force, they would definitely suffer a huge loss against Kingpinholding this cane.
Imagine this.
You're about to engage in close combat with Kingpin, and he swings his cane, first using a laser to block your movement.
Then, while clashing with you, he suddenly discharges electricity, and finally sprays a face full of poison gas while you're paralyzed...
That scene would be simply too dirty.
"What a pity, Wilson Fisk."
Peter looked at the cane with some pity.
"You met me, a cheater who doesn't give you a chance to show your weapon at all and starts with an invisible backstab."
Until his death.
Kingpin never had the chance to press any button on the cane before he turned into a pile of mosaics.
"It's a good weapon."
Peter swung the cane twice, listening to the whistle of the air being torn, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Although I don't use cold weapons much, it's always right to have one ready."
Before his strength was formidable enough to withstand a nuclear bomb with his bare body.
This Adamantium creation with terrifying hardness was excellent for parrying or knocking someone out.
With a thought.
He put the cane back into the System Space, placing it in a prominent position in the weapon column.
Next was the main event.
Peter's gaze turned solemn as he looked at the bottle of black "gods gift."
Even through the thick glass, Peter could still feel that uncomfortable aura.
His Spider-Sense, while not sounding a frantic alarm.
Was still continuously emitting a low-frequency, tinnitus-like stinging sensation.
This was a warning.
"This thing is very dangerous."
Peter put on protective gloves and carefully took out a drop of the black liquid with a dropper, placing it on a slide.
Then.
He placed it into the analyzer of Osborn Industries.
"Beep beep beep—"
The instrument began to run, but after only a few seconds, the red alarm light started flashing.
[Warning! Large amount of unknown substance detected!]
[Warning! Unable to match Earth's known periodic table of elements!]
[Warning! Sample has extremely strong radioactivity and biological corrosiveness!]
A large number of red "UNKNOWN" words popped up on the screen.
Peter frowned, carefully checking the analysis data.
He saw that in the eerie black liquid, a large amount of unknown substances that simply didn't exist on Earth had been analyzed.
"This is probably not something from the world of the living."
Peter had made a judgment in his heart.
"The liquid contains some kind of active particles that are constantly devouring surrounding light and heat, even trying to corrode the glass container holding them."
"The Hand... The Beast..."
Knowledge about the mystical side of Marvel surfaced in Peter's mind.
In the Marvel setting.
The "Beast" worshipped by The Hand was a demon from a hell dimension.
This "gods gift" liquid.
Was very likely that demon's blood, or some kind of hell essence refined by black magic.
In other words.
This thing called "gods gift" by The Hand Charlatan was actually a substance from hell.
With Earth's equipment, it was difficult to successfully complete its analysis.
"No wonder it's called 'Black Sky'."
Peter looked at those frantically writhing black particles under the microscope.
"This isn't an enhancement potion at all; it's a medium for possession."
"Drinking this thing is like opening the door of the body to a demon; the user's soul will be devoured, and the physical body will be transformed into a vessel suitable for the demon's descent."
The reason those homeless people exploded.
Was because their bodies and souls were too fragile to withstand this evil energy.
And those successful "Black Sky Warriors."
Were actually no longer human, but had turned into some kind of half-human, half-demon puppet.
"This thing is too dangerous."
Peter immediately stopped the analysis and activated the lab's purification program to destroy that drop of sample.
"Although I crave power, I'm not crazy enough to touch dirty things from hell."
Peter had good self-awareness.
Things on the science side, such as genetic mutations and mechanical armor, he could handle.
Even Mister Negative's superpowers could be explained by science.
But when it involved the mystical side.
Especially the hell dimension, a field where if you weren't careful, you could provoke evil gods like Mephisto or Dormammu.
Peter decided to keep a respectful distance.
"If I study this too deeply, it might become a beacon and attract some big demon from hell."
Peter shuddered.
Although his current strength was good, he wasn't ready to go to war with a demon god.
"Put it away, seal it, and let it gather dust in the System Space for now."
Peter made a decisive choice.
Since this unknown substance couldn't be used by him in the short term.
And studying it too much might also draw the gaze of certain hellish evil gods.
Then he might as well leave it alone for now.
The System Space was an absolutely static and independent dimension isolated from causality.
Throwing this thing in, even The Beast wouldn't be able to sense it.
In any case, Peter was not lacking this one enhancement method.
Chapter 54: Analyzing Super-Powered Genes
After handling the hazardous materials, Peter breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then.
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Another piece of analytical equipment nearby emitted a pleasant notification chime.
"Beep—Gene analysis complete."
Although Gwen was still in a deep sleep,
the gene analysis for Mister Negative and Tombstone had already been completed by the powerful AI-driven equipment.
Peter's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked over.
This was the gene analysis report regarding Mister Negative and Tombstone.
Compared to the mysterious and unpredictable "gods gift,"
the superpowers of these two were clearly more in line with biological logic and easier for Peter to utilize.
On the screen,
two distinctly different genetic maps were displayed.
Those DNA sequences, full of mystery and different from ordinary humans, were in Peter's eyes
like the most beautiful and enticing works of art in the World.
"Since Gwen is still sleeping and needs some time to complete her transformation..."
Peter thought to himself.
"I might as well take this opportunity to try the transplantation project for these two new genes myself."
Peter sat in his swivel chair, his fingers lightly tapping the desk.
However,
even though Peter really wanted to possess new abilities immediately, especially Mister Negative's Negative Energy,
reason told him that direct human experimentation was too risky.
If gene fusion failed,
leading to a collapse of the genetic chain or an energy rampage, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Therefore,
he needed a carrier, a perfect test subject.
Peter's gaze fell upon the nearby biological incubation chamber.
Stored there were Osborn's biological miracles—the embryos of the Super Spider.
He decided
to use those cultivated Super Spiders as the guinea pigs for his first experiment.
Years ago,
Peter's father, Richard Parker, had designed the Super Spider based on the "Decay Rate Algorithm."
It inherently possessed powerful genetic compatibility and plasticity.
This made it
perfectly suitable to be used as a "biological Petri dish" that could carry various different superpowers!
"Back then, my old man could bestow spider abilities onto humans, so I can completely do the reverse."
The light of a scientific madman flickered in Peter's eyes.
"First, transplant the superhuman genes into the spiders to cultivate 'Super Spiders' with specific superpowers."
"If the spider survives and exhibits the corresponding abilities, it proves the gene fragment extraction was successful and stable."
"Then, let this modified Super Spider bite someone."
"That way, the superpowers within its own body can be bestowed upon the person it bites in a safe and stable manner!"
The basic operating procedure wasn't complicated.
No sooner said than done.
Peter skillfully operated the micro-injection robotic arm, beginning his bold plan of creation.
"First is Tombstone's gene."
On the touchscreen, Peter selected a gene fragment named "High-Density Carbonized Cuticle and Thermal Mitochondria."
This gene, discovered in Tombstone's body,
could allow a creature's epidermis to have hardness comparable to granite and generate extremely high thermal energy in a short period.
The robotic arm moved slightly.
The nano-needle, as thin as a hair, sucked up a drop of purified gene solution
and pierced into a spider egg labeled "T-01."
Immediately following,
Peter called up Mister Negative's genetic data.
"Next is Negative Energy."
"Inject."
He selected another key genetic chain, and the gene solution was slowly pushed into the spider egg labeled "N-01."
After finishing all this,
Peter pressed the red acceleration button on the incubation chamber.
Special catalytic rays shone onto the two marked eggs, accelerating their flow of time.
After a brief wait, a miracle occurred.
"Crack."
The first crisp sound came.
The egg injected with Tombstone's gene hatched first, and a spider the size of a thumbnail crawled out.
Its appearance was extremely unique.
Its entire body was a grayish-white, and the skin surface wasn't a smooth carapace but was covered in a layer of rock-like, rough, and hard cuticle.
It looked like a piece of art carved from miniature granite.
Its eight legs were thick and powerful, and with every step it took, it made a faint "ting-ting" sound on the metal base.
[Model: Tombstone Spider]
Right after, there was movement from the egg on the other side.
This spider's appearance was even more eerie; the light around it seemed to be distorted, flickering between bright and dark.
When it completely broke out of its shell,
its body was covered in a layer of flowing black-and-white halo, looking both mysterious and dangerous.
[Model: Negative Spider]
"Success."
Peter looked at the two new species that defied the laws of nature and nodded with satisfaction.
"My gene programming technology is already very refined."
"And the Super Spider technology left behind by my old man is simply a jack-of-all-trades superpower carrier."
At this moment,
the two newborn Super Spiders were crawling around in the glass Petri dish, appearing somewhat restless.
Peter opened the ventilation hole of the Petri dish.
An ordinary person would certainly be cautious when facing such unknown dangerous creatures.
But Peter was different.
He had long ago written instructions of absolute obedience into the genetic foundation of these spiders.
"Come here."
Peter stretched out his right hand.
The biological glands at his wrist contracted slightly, shooting out a strand of special Web fluid.
This Web fluid wasn't sticky; instead, it emitted an extremely strong pheromone that only Super Spiders could smell.
This was a method similar to how Hank Pym controlled ants,
but more biological and more direct.
Sensing the "Spider King's" pheromone, the two newborn Super Spiders immediately stopped their restlessness.
The rock-textured Tombstone Spider
clumsily crawled to Peter's hand and rubbed its hard head against the glass wall, as if paying respects.
The black-and-white Negative Spider, on the other hand, withdrew the energy fluctuations on its body and crouched down obediently.
Peter looked at them as if he were looking at his own children.
"This is the kind of prestige a true 'Spider-Man' should have."
He thought to himself.
"Not only mutating myself, but also being able to control a large group of obedient super-powered spiders—this is much more exciting than keeping ordinary pets."
However, just looking good was useless; he needed to see the combat effectiveness.
"Let's test the power of the superpowers first."
Peter placed the two spiders into two small containers made of bulletproof glass.
"Tombstone Spider, show me your strength."
Through the Web fluid medium in his hand, combined with the aggressive pheromones released from his wrist, Peterissued a destruction command.
The originally quiet Tombstone Spider instantly entered a berserk state.
"Hum—"
Its grayish-white rock-like body surface suddenly burst with a blinding red light.
That was a sign of its body temperature rising rapidly.
Don't let the fact that this little thing was only the size of a fingernail fool you; the mitochondria in its body erupted with staggering heat at this moment.
Its surface temperature instantly soared to several hundred degrees, like a miniature Sun.
The surrounding air distorted violently because of the high temperature.
Immediately after,
it launched itself like a bullet, slamming fiercely into the bulletproof glass wall that confined it.
Bang!
A dull thud sounded.
That special glass, strong enough to withstand handgun bullets, was actually shattered directly!
Furthermore,
the edges of the glass fragments at the impact point appeared in a melted semi-liquid state, still emitting blue smoke.
"High temperature plus extremely hard physical impact."
Peter praised.
"If this bit someone, or directly crawled into an enemy's armor and self-destructed, that kind of destructive power would burn a hole even in Iron Man's suit."
Chapter 55: Spider Army Concept
Immediately after.
Peter looked at another container: "Negative Spider, it's your turn."
The black-and-white spider received the command.
It didn't ram wildly like the Tombstone Spider, remaining quietly where it was.
Black and white energy began to flow across its body, eventually converging on its two sharp forelimbs.
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In that instant.
Its forelimbs seemed to transform into two miniature lightsabers composed of pure Negative Energy.
"Swish!"
It gently swung its forelimbs.
There was no sound, nor any resistance.
The two-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass in front of it was like a hot knife through butter.
A smooth, clean cut was sliced through it.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, with traces of black-and-white energy erosion remaining—a corrosive property unique to Negative Energy.
"What a sharp scalpel."
Peter's eyes lit up.
"This energy cutting is enough to slice through most metals, and Negative Energy also causes mental damage. It's practically an assassin proficient in both physical and magic attacks."
The test ended.
Peter placed the two Super Spiders back into a more comfortable petri dish equipped with an automatic feeding system.
He also tossed in a few high-energy protein blocks as a reward.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
Peter leaned back in his chair, watching the two little fellows feasting as he calculated his future plans.
The experiment just now was enough to prove:
He had successfully extracted extraordinary genes and transplanted them into the spiders.
He just didn't know...
If bitten by these new Super Spiders, could their superpowers be perfectly bestowed upon a human?
In this regard.
He still needed to conduct some more in-depth exploration and research.
After all.
Safely bestowing superpowers onto humans was the most crucial step.
Besides that.
Looking at these two little creatures with astonishing combat power, a grander concept began to take shape in Peter's mind.
"Since I can perfectly control them with pheromones, why must I insist on stuffing all the abilities into my own body?"
Peter rubbed his chin, his eyes growing brighter.
"I can cultivate a Spider Army."
"I might as well skip the high-risk step of 'letting a person get bitten'."
"Directly use all the collected superpower genes to create various functional Super Spiders!"
Since he was called Spider-Man, wasn't it perfectly reasonable to have a Spider Army under his command?
Imagine:
As long as Peter captured enough superhuman genes, he could create all sorts of specialized spiders.
If he got Electro's genes later, he could create "Lightning Spiders" that release electric nets in swarms;
If he got Sandman's genes, he could create "Sandstorm Spiders" to generate sandstorms for cover anytime, anywhere;
Even if he got Wolverine's self-healing genes, he could create an "Undying Spider Swarm" that couldn't be killed or crushed.
"It's practically a spider version of the Avengers."
The more Peter thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed.
Moreover, who said Super Spiders could only be the size of a fingernail?
"Since my gene programming level is so high, I can completely adjust the spiders' growth parameters."
Peter muttered to himself as he looked at the Tombstone Spider in the petri dish.
"I can create Super Spiders as large as humans, or even elephant-sized 'Siege-Class' giant spiders!"
This way.
The combat power of the Super Spiders would naturally increase manifold.
"These two little guys are the first-generation members of the Spider Army."
Through the glass, Peter tapped at the two resting spiders, his eyes filled with fatherly affection.
"Grow well. I'll find you more companions later."
However.
Although the blueprint for the Spider Army was grand, Peter hadn't forgotten his original intention.
External things are, after all, external.
The Spider Army could serve as support, but his own strength was the foundation for standing firm in the Marvel Universe.
Using the Super Spiders as a medium.
Transferring Mister Negative's Negative Energy onto himself was Peter's true goal.
"I still need to find a way to get my hands on Negative Energy."
But.
This presented two extremely thorny problems:
First, could Peter's body withstand multiple abilities simultaneously?
Second, would there be conflicts between abilities from different systems?
In this regard.
It was entirely uncharted territory for Peter.
Although he had previously conducted in-depth research on superhumans and genetic modification technology.
He had truly never studied a special individual possessing multiple abilities at once.
"It seems that existing knowledge reserves aren't enough."
Peter was not discouraged.
A problem of this level wouldn't stump him, because he was a man with a cheat.
"System, open the skill panel."
With a thought, a translucent blue light screen unfurled before his eyes.
In the skill bar, it clearly stated:
[Genetic Engineering (LV6)]
This was his current reliance and the capital with which he could manipulate genes.
But facing an unfamiliar subject like "Multiple Ability Fusion," LV6 was clearly a bit strained.
"It's time to use skill points."
Peter glanced at the remaining points in the upper right corner; there were a full twenty.
He had originally intended to keep them in reserve.
But now it seemed that the best steel must be used for the blade's edge.
"Add points!"
Without hesitation, Peter dumped a point into [Genetic Engineering].
[System Notification: 1 skill point consumed.]
[Genetic Engineering level increased: LV6 -> LV7.]
[Skill Feedback: You have broken through the limits of mortal wisdom and stepped into the forbidden zone known as "The Creator."
Spirit attribute +15.]
"Buzz—"
In that instant.
Peter felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning, bringing a sense of clarity and transparency like a divine revelation.
What had originally seemed to him...
...as obscure and difficult problems regarding gene chain conflicts...
...now automatically decomposed and reorganized in his mind, turning into clearly visible logical modules.
Countless inspirations regarding gene locks, base pair sequences, and even cross-species fusion...
...surged forth like a fountain.
Although the skill upgrade didn't directly inject a vast amount of new knowledge into Peter's mind out of thin air like a system reward for a new skill...
however...
...Peter's comprehension in this field had been greatly enhanced.
When he studied and researched related knowledge, his progress would be faster than before.
He could research and innovate various brand-new knowledge and technologies.
If one were to say...
...that the previous Peter was solving problems by following a textbook, then the current him already possessed the ability to write the textbook himself.
He could see those rules hidden deep within DNA that even a microscope couldn't detect.
"So that's how it is... I have confidence now."
Peter's eyes widened as he felt the storm-like operation of thoughts in his mind.
He looked at the data on the screen and smiled confidently.
"It won't take long. With my brand-new understanding of genetics, I'll soon overcome the technical difficulties."
"When that time comes, not just Negative Energy, but all the various abilities captured in the future can be concentrated within me."
"Almighty Spider-Man? That sounds pretty good."
Peter envisioned that scene and felt himself one step closer to being invincible.
This precious skill point was spent very worthily.
Chapter 56: The Birth of a Super Girlfriend
On the resting bed.
The "Sleeping Beauty" who had been slumbering for a long time finally stirred.
Gwen's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
Her azure eyes appeared exceptionally clear and deep; in the depths of her pupils, a trace of pinkish-white light seemed to linger.
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"Mmm..."
Gwen let out a lazy hum, her voice somewhat raspy.
She felt her throat was incredibly parched, as if she had been trekking through a desert for three days and three nights.
This was a signal of cellular dehydration after her body had undergone a drastic transformation.
"Peter... I feel a bit thirsty."
Gwen instinctively tried to get up to find some water to drink.
At this moment, her brain was still in a groggy state, having just woken up.
She was completely unaware that her body had already undergone earth-shattering changes.
She just did what she usually would.
Propping one hand on the edge of the bed frame and exerting a slight force with her waist, she tried to sit up.
However.
Just as her palm touched the edge of the bed and applied a tiny bit of support—
"Creeeeeak—!!!"
A tooth-gritting sound of metal twisting suddenly rang out.
The sound didn't resemble something snapping; rather, it sounded more like kneading a lump of wet clay.
Gwen only felt the surface beneath her hand soften.
The hard metallic texture seemed to vanish, replaced by a fragile sensation similar to a sponge.
"Eh?"
Gwen was stunned.
Her body wobbled because she lost her support point, and she snapped fully awake.
She lowered her head and looked at her left hand in disbelief.
She saw that her fair, slender, and seemingly delicate palm was currently sunk into the edge of the metal medical bed.
The originally flat and sturdy bed frame.
To her surprise, with just a casual push, she had pressed a terrifying palm print three centimeters deep, with the palm lines clearly visible!
Even the surrounding metal supports had undergone severe deformation due to this massive force, causing the entire bed to tilt to the left.
"This..."
Gwen was so startled that she immediately pulled her hand back, shrinking into the corner of the bed like a child who had done something wrong.
She widened her eyes.
Looking at the palm print and then at her hand, her mind went blank.
"How can the quality of the equipment in the lab be so poor?"
Gwen swallowed, her voice trembling slightly with a hint of guilt and panic.
"Peter! This, this, this... was this bed already broken? I don't have to pay for it, do I? Isn't the equipment from Osborn Industries very expensive?"
Because the difference in strength before and after was too great—so great that it was completely beyond her comprehension.
Gwen's first reaction was even to suspect a quality issue with the equipment rather than believing it was her own strength.
Peter stood to the side.
Looking at his girlfriend's panicked yet adorable appearance, he couldn't help but palm his forehead with a wry smile.
"Silly, this is a lab-grade Alloy Bed; it wouldn't deform even if a rhino stepped on it."
Peter walked over, dotingly rubbed her head, and explained helplessly.
"It's not a problem with the bed; it's a problem with you."
"Your transformation and enhancement are complete. You are no longer that delicate girl who needed my help to twist open a bottle cap."
Peter pointed at the palm print, his tone serious yet tinged with a hint of pride.
"Based on my estimates, your current base arm strength starts at over twenty tons."
"Twenty... tons?!"
Gwen sucked in a cold breath, looking at her palm as if she were looking at some dangerous nuclear weapon.
What did twenty tons even mean?
A fully loaded truck weighs about that much.
"You must be careful, Gwen." Peter grabbed her wrist.
"You must learn to control this force. Right now, you're like a novice driver behind the wheel of a heavy tank who doesn't know how to hit the brakes."
"If you're not careful, you might accidentally tear someone to pieces while giving a friend a hug."
"Tear to pieces..."
Hearing those words.
Gwen's face instantly turned pale.
In her mind, an image involuntarily surfaced:
A sunny weekend.
She happily returned home and saw her dad, Captain George Stacy, reading the newspaper.
She went up to give her dad a big hug, shouting, "Dad, I missed you so much!" and then exerted force with both arms...
"Crack!"
Accompanied by her dad's terrified gaze and the sound of a shattering sternum.
The future Director George was directly squeezed into the ICU, or even straight to a funeral, by his "affectionate little cotton jacket" of a daughter.
"Hiss—"
Gwen couldn't help but shiver, the hair all over her body standing on end.
Too terrifying! It was simply a nightmare!
She became incredibly stiff, sitting on the bed not daring to move an inch, her hands suspended in mid-air, not knowing where to put them.
She was terrified of accidentally touching something and dismantling this priceless laboratory.
"Peter... what, what should I do?"
Gwen called for help with a sob in her voice, looking like a frightened little rabbit.
"I don't even dare to move now. What if I hurt you too?"
Seeing his girlfriend looking as if she were facing a formidable enemy, Peter felt both amused and a bit pained for her.
"Don't be afraid, relax."
Peter comforted her softly, a trademark mischievous grin appearing on his face.
"Mastering strength control is actually quite simple. After all, your boyfriend is an expert in this field."
He leaned in close to Gwen and whispered in her ear:
"Even if your strength were several times greater, I'm confident I can train you well."
"So that you can control your strength as freely as I do, capable of both lifting buildings and threading a needle."
Hearing the word "train," Gwen's face instantly turned beet red.
Although she knew Peter was talking about serious training, the word choice... was really too easy to misinterpret.
"Be serious!"
Gwen gave him a reproachful glare, but then took a deep breath and nodded seriously.
"Okay, I'll practice hard. No matter how difficult it is, I must learn to control it. I can't hurt innocent people."
"Very good, that's the spirit."
Peter put away his joking mood and entered mentor mode.
"Before we start training, lie down on the bed first and stay still."
Peter pointed to the scanner at the head of the bed.
"I need to scan your current specific condition first to build a data model."
"Okay."
Gwen had learned her lesson this time.
She didn't just lie down; instead, like a slow-motion scene in a movie.
Bit by bit, she carefully pressed her back against the bed surface, terrified of creating another crater.
"Beep—"
The precision Medical Scanner started up again, and a soft blue light swept across Gwen's body from head to toe.
On the holographic screen.
The originally steady green curves changed once more, as jaw-dropping data points popped up one after another.
Peter looked at the screen, the smile in his eyes growing deeper.
"Just as I expected."
Peter thought to himself.
"I was bitten by accident. Back then, the Super Spider was just a first-generation prototype and wasn't perfect, so my strength when I first mutated wasn't too exaggerated."
"But Gwen is different."
She is standing on the shoulders of a giant.
Peter used an improved Genetic Formula, supplemented by top-tier Nutrient Solutions from Osborn Industries.
This allowed Gwen to skip the long and awkward developmental period.
"Initial arm strength is twenty-five tons, and it's still slowly increasing."
Peter watched the fluctuating data.
"Once your genes stabilize and your superpowers mature, your normal strength should stabilize at around forty to fifty tons."
This was simply monstrous data.
You should know.
A normal version of Spider-Man has an arm strength level of about twenty-five tons.
Yet Gwen, as a fledgling novice, has a starting point higher than a normal Spider-Man.
In the future, she'll even be twice as strong as a normal Spider-Man!
"I really have personally created a super girlfriend."
Peter nodded with satisfaction.
"In the future, if I encounter some enemy, can I just shout 'Wife, save me'?"
Chapter 57: Power Control Training
Scan complete.
Peter saved the data and turned around.
"Peter..."
Gwen, still lying on the bed, asked weakly.
"What should I do when I go home in a bit? I won't break Uncle Ben's old Ford, will I?"
"Don't be afraid."
Peter reached out and pulled her up.
"Although your strength is even greater than mine was at first, the principle is the same. As long as you master the technique, power is like water, not rock."
"Now, we're going to start the first lesson."
"First, try to sit up cross-legged on the bed, then follow my rhythm to adjust your breathing."
Gwen nodded.
She carefully controlled her body and slowly sat up from the bed.
Then.
Gwen mimicked what she had seen before when Peterpracticed his fist techniques at home, crossing her legs.
In the past.
Peter had practiced the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist at home quite often.
Although Gwen's strength had skyrocketed and her control was poor, her physical flexibility had received an epic enhancement.
She only gave it a slight try.
Her legs crossed easily, even forming a standard 'full lotus' position.
With the soles of her feet facing upward, her whole person was steady and balanced.
"What incredible flexibility."
Peter watched from the side, his eyes lighting up slightly.
As a master of the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist, he naturally knew what this kind of flexibility meant.
It meant that Gwen's body had no stiff blind spots, making her perfectly suited for practicing this martial art that overcomes hardness with softness.
Of course.
As a normal boyfriend, some other thoughts couldn't help but flash through his mind.
"Her body is more flexible... it seems like during 'exercise' in the future, we can unlock more high-difficulty positions."
Peter silently gave a thumbs-up in his heart.
"Ahem, focus."
Peter cleared his throat, forcibly pulling his thoughts back on track, and sat cross-legged opposite Gwen with a serious expression.
"Listen, Gwen, the technique I'm going to teach you is called—the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist."
"This is an ancient martial art. Its essence lies in 'controlling motion with stillness, flowing like water'."
"It doesn't emphasize muscle tension and confrontation, but rather the flow of 'life' and the relaxation of the body."
For the current Gwen.
The biggest problem was that her muscles were constantly in a state of 'over-excited' tension.
She felt like she wasn't using force.
In reality, her muscles were already erupting with tons of strength.
And the breathing and meditation method of the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist was precisely the cure for this problem.
"Close your eyes."
Peter's voice became deep and magnetic, like a hypnotist's guidance.
"Follow my rhythm to adjust your breathing. Inhale... let it stay in the Dantian, the lower abdomen, for three seconds... then slowly exhale..."
"Imagine your body is not a steel machine, but a pool of water."
"Water is soft and takes any shape. Your power is the same."
"Don't try to 'lock' it; instead, guide it. Let it circulate through your Meridians like a stream of water, rather than exploding in your muscles."
Gwen closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Following Peter's guidance, she began trying to control her breathing.
At first, she found it very difficult.
The power within her was like a runaway horse, crashing around in her blood vessels, making her restless.
She constantly wanted to find something to smash to vent it out.
But as Peter's steady voice rang out again and again, and as that unique breathing rhythm gradually took shape, a miracle happened.
The wild horse seemed to have a bridle put on it, becoming docile.
The aching sensation of muscles feeling like they would explode at any moment vanished.
In its place.
Was a warm current, slowly flowing along her spine, allowing her body and mind to enter a state of unprecedented tranquility.
This was the realm of Bang from one-punch man.
Usually appearing as a scrawny, white-haired old man, harmless and even a bit slow.
But once in battle, that calm stream of water could instantly turn into a raging storm, crushing Dragon-level Monsters.
The current Peter was the same.
He usually looked like an ordinary, harmless college student.
But in reality.
The terrifying power hidden within his body was enough to instantly kill the vast majority of villains in the World.
What Peter was teaching Gwen now was precisely this 'mechanism of movement and stillness'.
He believed.
With Gwen's brilliant natural talent, she would surely be able to grasp the essence of the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist very quickly.
Time passed minute by minute.
Outside the window, the Sun gradually sank in the west, and the golden sunset filtered through the blinds, dyeing the laboratory in shades of orange and red.
Unknowingly, it was already five in the afternoon.
Gwen remained in the Full Lotus Position, motionless.
But if one observed closely, they would find that the aura around her had undergone a massive change.
Before.
The violent feeling of being able to crush the air at any moment had disappeared, replaced by an introverted calm.
"Whew—"
Gwen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
This breath was extremely long, actually forming a visible white arrow of air in the sky, extending more than a meter before dissipating.
She opened her eyes, her gaze clear.
"I feel... much better."
Gwen said softly as she tentatively and carefully stood up from the bed.
This time.
When her palm pressed against the bed frame, there was no heavy thud, and her feet didn't crack the floor.
Like a cat, she was light and silent.
"Very good."
Peter had been watching nearby and nodded with satisfaction at the sight.
"It seems your comprehension is very high; you've already initially mastered the technique of 'withdrawing force'."
"Really?"
Gwen was somewhat pleasantly surprised, yet also a bit uncertain. "I won't break things by squeezing them anymore?"
"Try it and you'll know."
Peter turned and picked up an ordinary glass beaker from the lab bench.
This was the most common type of glass, which would shatter with even a slight impact; it was the perfect tool for testing power control.
"Here."
Peter handed the beaker over.
Gwen looked at the transparent glass cup, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.
But seeing Peter's encouraging gaze, she took a deep breath and reached out her hand, her movements very slow.
Her fingers approached the wall of the beaker bit by bit.
Her fingertips touched the glass—it was cool—and she gently closed her fingers.
There was no sound of shattering.
The beaker rested steadily in her hand.
"I... I did it!" A surprised smile appeared on Gwen's face, and her tense nerves relaxed.
"Peter! Look! I didn't crush it!"
"Well done!"
Peter smiled too.
However, just as Gwen relaxed her guard and wanted to put the beaker back on the table.
Her attention strayed slightly, and the muscles she had been maintaining in a relaxed state flickered for a moment.
"Crack!"
A crisp, loud pop.
The glass beaker that had been fine just a moment ago instantly exploded into countless tiny shards in Gwen's hand.
It was as if it had been clamped by hydraulic pliers; the destruction was thorough.
"Ah!"
Gwen was startled and let out a short cry of alarm.
Glass shards burst in her palm, and some even splashed onto her face.
Peter immediately rushed forward and grabbed her hand.
"Don't move! Let me see!"
Peter nervously checked Gwen's palm.
However, after he brushed away the glass powder, Gwen's fair palm was completely unharmed.
There wasn't even a red mark, let alone bleeding.
There was even a sharp piece of glass pressing against her palm, but it was like pressing against tough rubber; it couldn't pierce in at all.
Chapter 58: The Bodysuit is Ready
This..." Gwen froze.
She looked at her unscathed hand, then at the shattered glass fragments on the floor.
"My hand... it's fine?"
She could hardly believe it, touching her palm with the other hand. The skin was still delicate and soft, but the defensive power was simply incredible.
"Of course it's fine."
Peter breathed a sigh of relief, then started laughing.
"You are 'Spider-Woman' now. Although your skin still looks so tender, it's actually tougher than bulletproof armor."
"How could a mere handful of glass shards possibly hurt you?"
This was the passive defense brought by high constitution—the Iron Body (Youth Edition).
Although it still couldn't withstand cannon fire.
Ordinary blades, glass, or even small-caliber handguns would have a hard time piercing her defense.
However.
Gwen looked at the beaker that had turned to fragments in her hand, her shoulders drooping slightly in frustration.
"What should I do, Peter? I still can't control my strength well. I thought I was already being very gentle."
That feeling.
Was like driving a high-horsepower sports car while backing up in a crowded alley; one slight mistake and you'd hit the wall.
The disconnect between muscle memory and actual strength gave her a deep sense of powerlessness.
"It's okay, don't be discouraged."
Peter didn't show the slightest impatience or disappointment.
On the contrary.
He walked over, swept up the residue on the table with a broom, and then took out a brand-new beaker.
"Then let's try a few more times. This stuff isn't expensive anyway; I have plenty more in my lab."
Peter spoke as he gently rubbed Gwen's tense shoulders, helping her relax her muscles.
"Do you know? When I first awakened my superpowers, I was even more exaggerated than you."
"One morning, I intended to open the door to go to school, but when I twisted the handle, I crushed the doorknob into scrap metal."
"I even stuck to my cafeteria tray at school and almost caused a riot."
"Really?"
Gwen looked up. "You went through this too?"
"Of course."
Peter nodded with a smile, his eyes gentle.
"Everyone is the same when they first awaken their superpowers. The body is like old hardware that suddenly had its system upgraded; it needs a phase of adjustment and breaking in."
"This is very normal. It means your potential is huge."
He handed the new beaker to Gwen, his gaze firm and encouraging: "Come on, one last time. Take a deep breath, imagine your power is like Water flowing along the beaker's wall, not squeezing it."
Encouraged by her boyfriend's trusting gaze.
Gwen took a deep breath, and her somewhat wavering confidence strengthened again.
"Okay."
She nodded firmly, her heart warming. "I will succeed. I am Gwen Stacy."
This time.
Gwen didn't rush to reach out. She closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing.
Inhale... Exhale...
The heat flow inside her body began to smooth out. Then, she slowly opened her eyes and extended her hand.
Her fingertips touched the cool glass wall.
Her muscles contracted slightly, just right, without applying any extra pressure.
The beaker lifted off the table, hovering in mid-air.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
There was no sound of shattering.
The fragile glass object was held steadily in her hand, as if being held by an ordinary person.
"Hoo..."
Gwen slowly exhaled, a look of pleasant surprise blooming on her face.
She carefully placed the beaker back onto the table.
"Clink."
With a light sound, the beaker landed safely.
This meant.
She had finally crossed the threshold named "Loss of Control," and her mastery over her power had risen to a whole new level.
"I did it, Peter!"
Gwen turned excitedly and threw her arms around Peter.
"Now I finally don't have to worry about accidentally crushing Dad! I can live a normal life like you!"
"Congratulations, my Superwoman."
Peter hugged her back.
Feeling her genuine joy, he was sincerely happy too.
"By taking this step, you are no longer just a mutant with brute strength, but a true warrior."
Gwen let go of Peter, anticipation shining in her eyes. The urge to try it out could no longer be suppressed.
"Peter, does that mean..."
Gwen pointed at the intact beaker, her tone excited: "I can wear the suit now and fight alongside you?"
Hearing this, Peter's lips curled up slightly.
This moment.
He had also looked forward to it for a long time.
"Not bad."
Peter snapped his fingers.
"Since your basic control has passed, tonight, I want to let you experience the real life of a super-powered individual."
With that said.
Peter turned and walked toward a hidden safe in the corner of the lab.
After iris verification, the safe door sprang open.
Peter took out an exquisite black briefcase from inside.
He opened the case.
A neatly folded, highly stylized combat suit lay quietly inside.
It was a full-body suit primarily in black and white, with crimson web patterns accenting the lining.
The most eye-catching part.
Was its unique hood design, and the artistic white spider emblem on the chest.
This was Peter's masterpiece, created by combining the image of 'Ghost-Spider' from the comics with the cutting-edge materials from Osborn Industries.
"Is this my suit?"
Gwen walked forward and gently stroked the surface of the suit with her fingertips.
The texture was extremely smooth.
Cool to the touch, yet possessing excellent resilience.
"That's right."
Peter introduced it.
"It uses the same'Super Web Composite Nanomaterial' as my red and blue suit."
"This material is hundreds of times stronger than Kevlar fiber, capable of resisting direct fire from small-caliber bullets, and it also provides excellent buffering against explosive shockwaves."
"Moreover, its elasticity is superb, and breathability is top-tier."
"Although it looks like a skin-tight bodysuit, it's actually very comfortable to wear, just like a second skin, completely unrestricted to any of your movements."
Peter pointed to the wrist and eye mask areas of the suit.
"I've integrated many micro-electronic components inside. It has built-in infrared night vision and X-ray scanning functions."
"Furthermore, the suit is equipped with an optical camouflage module, allowing for brief invisibility."
Listening to Peter's explanation, Gwen's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
This was practically a perfect work of art combined with a high-tech weapon.
However.
When she unfolded the suit and held it up against her body, noting its extremely form-fitting size that could outline every curve of her body.
A blush rose on her cheeks.
"Is... is this a little too tight?"
Gwen bit her lip somewhat shyly. Although she had a great figure and often wore athletic compression pants, this was, after all, a one-piece combat suit.
And she had to wear it outside, swinging around the skies of New York City...
The thought of.
Having to wear such an outfit, exposed to public view—even with a mask on—made her unavoidably shy.
Peter keenly caught her shyness and leaned in with a mischievous grin.
"What? Shy?"
Peter raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing.
"Miss Stacy, as your mentor and suit designer, I strongly suggest you try it on right now."
"I need to check if the size fits. After all, if it's too tight and pinches something, that would be my dereliction of duty."
"You..."
Gwen glared at him, her face growing redder.
"In your dreams!"
She snatched the suit and hugged it tightly to her chest, as if afraid Peter would change his mind.
"Just take it back for now,"
Gwen said reservedly, but her eyes held an unconcealable hint of anticipation.
"Tonight... after Uncle Ben and Aunt May are asleep, I'll try it on for you in my room."
Peter knew when to stop pushing and didn't insist.
"Alright, then wear it tonight."
Peter wrapped an arm around his girlfriend's slender waist and whispered in her ear.