Chapter 43: Path of the Martial Saint
Just then.
Peter, who was demonstrating movements to Uncle Ben, suddenly paused.
As someone possessing the [Spider-Sense], Peter's sensitivity to gazes was comparable to radar.
Even though Matt was wearing sunglasses.
Even though he was blind.
That gaze, filled with intense curiosity, instantly alerted Peter.
"Hmm?"
Peter maintained his pushing posture, but his neck turned a full one hundred and eighty degrees like an owl.
Dozens of meters away on the park path.
A man wearing red sunglasses and leaning on a white cane had his face turned this way.
Unmoving.
His expression looked exactly like a pervert who was peeping.
"Where did this sleazy guy come from?"
Peter was startled, his brow furrowing deeply: "This is the first time I've been stared at lecherously by a man."
But immediately after.
Peter's gaze swept over the man's attire, and a strong sense of déjà vu washed over him.
The round red sunglasses, the white cane, and the slightly melancholic demeanor.
And the muscles that, despite wearing a suit, still hinted at explosive power.
"Wait..."
A flash of inspiration hit Peter's mind, "This guy looks a bit familiar..."
"Matt Murdock? The blind lawyer from Hells Kitchen?"
"The same colleague, Daredevil, who likes to wear a spandex suit at night, jump around on rooftops, and compete with me for achievements?"
As a transmigrator who had read Marvel comics and watched the Netflix series,
Peter was well aware of this classic Marvel NPC.
"This is too much of a coincidence, isn't it?" Peter thought to himself.
Just then.
A sudden thought flashed through his mind!
Speaking of which... could he also teach the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist to this guy?
"I was just wondering where to find a disciple, and one just showed up."
Peter had not forgotten.
He had a long-term mission named [Path of the Martial Saint] with demanding requirements hanging on his mission panel.
That mission.
Required him to cumulatively master over a hundred types of melee or martial arts skills.
Furthermore.
The level of every skill could not be lower than LV3.
Of course.
This mission could also be indirectly advanced by teaching martial arts to others and cultivating outstanding disciples.
Such a vast and arduous amount of work.
Even though Peter possessed skill points, that treasure comparable to cheating,
It was still difficult to master a full hundred different skills of the same type in a short time.
Therefore.
Peter had long known exactly where the key to completing this mission lay.
— — Widely accepting disciples!
Peter was willing to teach the precious Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist to Uncle Ben.
Besides familial affection.
It was also because he wanted Uncle Ben to help him share the pressure of completing the [Path of the Martial Saint] mission.
After all.
He was a trusted insider to Peter.
Peter could teach Uncle Ben all the skills he had mastered without reservation.
But just one Uncle Ben was naturally not enough.
Although he was diligent, he was old after all, and just an ordinary person.
So.
Peter needed to find some other people who were trustworthy and inherently suited for martial arts practice, and take them as disciples!
The Matt who just appeared before him was a suitable candidate for a student!
Lawyer Matt was different from Uncle Ben!
This guy was a martial arts genius himself, having received elite training from Stick since childhood.
His physical fitness and combat awareness were top-notch.
Although he lacked superpowers, his foundation was excellent, making him a perfect 'inheritor of the mantle'.
Moreover.
Daredevil was a pure man of justice.
Teaching him martial arts would not only help him better fight criminals but also pull him into Peter's camp.
In the future, for any dirty or hard work... *cough cough*, righteous causes, there would be one more person to share the burden.
"If heaven offers an opportunity, one must seize it, or suffer the consequences."
Peter made a decision instantly; he was determined to take this disciple.
"Uncle Ben."
Peter stopped his movements and spoke to a sweat-drenched Ben Parker.
"Practice those few moves yourself for a bit. I need to handle something else."
Uncle Ben didn't ask further.
He was immersed in the wondrous sensation of Qi, nodded, and continued to awkwardly but earnestly mimic the movements.
Peter clapped his hands.
He tidied his workout clothes, then walked directly toward Matt's direction.
As Peter approached, Matt's body instantly tensed.
In his senses, that unfathomable 'extraordinary presence' was closing in on him.
"I've been discovered?"
Matt's heart tightened, and he instinctively wanted to turn and leave, pretending to pass by as if nothing was wrong.
But Peter's speed seemed slow, yet it was incredibly fast.
In just a few steps, he was already standing in front of him, blocking his path.
"Hello there, Daredevil."
Peter put his hands in his pockets, leaned close to Matt's ear, and greeted him frankly in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"What? Not being a lawyer during the day, but running over here to learn kung fu from me?"
"Clang!"
Hearing this, Matt's hand trembled.
The red and white striped white cane almost slipped from his grasp and hit the ground with a crisp sound.
Although he usually had excellent composure,
And was sharp-tongued and unyielding in court,
Being exposed like this instantly broke his composure.
"What the heck?"
Matt's brain experienced a momentary crash.
What did he call me?
Daredevil?!
Does this marvelous Eastern martial art have facial recognition, or mind-reading capabilities?
I'm clearly wearing a mask when I'm Daredevil.
Right now, I'm just Matt Murdock!
Matt took a deep breath, forcibly controlling his heart rate which had violently accelerated for a moment.
He bent down.
Fumbling somewhat flusteredly for the white cane on the ground, trying to use this action to conceal the shock in his heart.
"I'm sorry, sir, what did you say?"
Matt picked up the white cane, stood up straight again, and put on a look of confusion and innocence.
He tilted his head slightly.
Like a truly blind person trying to pinpoint the source of a sound.
"I am a blind man. Did you mistake me for someone else? I just got lost and I'm looking for the nearby bus stop."
It had to be said.
Matt's acting was at an award-winning level.
If Peter weren't a transmigrator, he might actually have been fooled by his pitiful appearance.
"Hahaha..."
Peter couldn't help but laugh out loud, a hearty sound.
"Stop pretending, Matt. I recognized you the moment I saw you spying on someone."
"You like to sneak onto the rooftops of Hells Kitchen every night and peep at people.
"All the criminals in Hells Kitchen know there's a perverted guy in a red spandex suit who likes eavesdropping."
Peter's words were practically stabbing Matt right in the heart.
Matt's expression visibly soured a bit, even slightly flushing.
"Sir, please stop spouting nonsense."
Matt gritted his teeth, his tone becoming somewhat stiff as he tried to preserve Daredevil's dignity.
"I really am not Daredevil."
"Also, I believe that vigilante is maintaining justice. How could he be a peeping tom? And I wasn't spying on you either."
Chapter 44: Recruiting New Disciples
Is that so?"
Peter raised an eyebrow.
Good for relieving boredom, super practical.
"Then why were you facing me the whole time? Don't tell me you were listening to birdsong."
"Your heartbeat, the moment you saw me punch, soared from 70 beats per minute to 110."
Matt was shocked internally: Does this guy's hearing surpass mine?
"Alright then, let's stop discussing whether you are Daredevil."
Peter waved his hand.
With a look that said, 'I understand, but I won't expose you.'
"But, you are very interested in my boxing techniques, aren't you? Do you want to learn? Little kid?"
"Little... little kid?"
Matt's mouth twitched.
He was in his early thirties, and this young man who looked less than twenty was actually calling him a little kid?
"Can such profound boxing techniques really be taught casually to a stranger?"
Matt didn't answer directly, but countered with a question.
His tone carried a hint of probing, "Also, I am clearly older than you, you should call me Sir."
"Age?"
Peter immediately burst out laughing.
"You still claim you weren't spying? You are clearly faking blindness! You saw my appearance clearer than anyone else!"
Matt felt somewhat helpless.
He knew that continuing his pretense was meaningless.
"Fine... even if I am Daredevil, so what? How did you know my identity?"
Matt sighed, reluctantly taking off his sunglasses.
He didn't continue to deny it, because in front of such a powerful person, denial was already pointless.
"I knew it, you are Daredevil."
Peter nodded in satisfaction.
"As for how I know your identity, just consider it some magical Eastern Kung Fu. It's called Heavenly Eye Perception, understand?"
"Heavenly Eye Perception?"
Matt frowned. Another mystical-sounding Eastern term.
"I see your bone structure is extraordinary; you are a rare, once-in-a-hundred-years martial arts genius."
Peter switched to his deceptive mode.
"Instead of being beaten black and blue in the alleys of Hells Kitchen, you might as well join my sect."
"I can pass on to you an extraordinary path to the heavens, allowing you to possess the strength to protect New York."
It had to be said.
This proposal held a fatal attraction for Matt.
"Is that so?"
Matt took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"Then, what price must I pay? I don't believe you would teach me your ultimate techniques for free. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world."
Matt genuinely wanted to learn Peter's set of boxing techniques.
However.
He also didn't believe he could access rare transcendent power so easily.
Peter thought about it—that was true.
He taught others Kung Fu to complete system tasks and earn rewards. This was self-serving.
But in Matt's eyes, he was just a random passerby. To suddenly teach him peerless martial arts was indeed very suspicious.
If he didn't fabricate a reasonable excuse.
With a lawyer's vigilance, Matt would probably never sincerely become a disciple.
Peter suddenly felt a headache coming on.
He was offering to teach for free out of goodwill, yet people suspected him of having some ulterior motive.
So.
He could only casually make up a reason that sounded somewhat plausible.
"Price?"
Peter put his hands behind his back, tilted his head up, and looked deeply toward the eastern sky.
"Actually, I came from that place."
Peter lowered his voice, his tone carrying an ancient, weathered resonance.
"You can call me an emissary from Kunlun."
"Kunlun?!"
Matt's heart leaped violently.
That legendary place! The martial arts sanctuary that Stickalways spoke of vaguely, where the five defectors of The Hand had fled from!
"That's right."
Peter continued weaving his script.
"You also know that the five old guys from The Hand are actually renegade disciples of Kunlun."
"They stole forbidden arts, betrayed their sect, fled to the mortal world, and established this evil organization, plotting to bring disaster upon humanity."
"I was ordered by my sect to descend the mountain and clean up the mess."
Peter turned his head.
Looking at Matt, a trace of arrogance flashed in his eyes.
"But you know, for a master of my level, directly dealing with a few ants is really beneath me."
"Moreover, Kunlun has a rule: we cannot arbitrarily interfere with the balance of the mortal world."
"So, I plan to select a few excellent seedlings in the West and teach them authentic Kunlun martial arts."
Peter pointed at Matt.
"You will replace me in eliminating The Hand. This can also be considered a trial task for you inheriting Kunlun martial arts."
Matt listened, stunned.
"But... Stick..." Matt hesitated, "He also said he fights against The Hand..."
"Stick?"
Peter scoffed dismissively, a contemptuous look from a superior toward an inferior.
"That old blind man? Does he even qualify to represent Kunlun? He's just a self-taught amateur whose Kung Fu is only skin deep."
"Only in the eyes of mortals like you is he considered a master. In Kunlun, he couldn't even defeat the sweeping monk."
This arrogant statement, however, earned him some trust from Matt.
Because Stick did indeed teach a wide variety of things, and his methods were somewhat extreme, often resorting to any means necessary to achieve his goals.
It truly didn't resemble the style of a reputable school.
Whereas this young man before him, though arrogant, possessed a pure and vast aura that couldn't be faked.
"I see..."
Matt pondered for a moment, and the scales in his heart began to tip.
If he could obtain the power to fight The Hand this way, and the other party's goal was also to eliminate evil.
Then this transaction... didn't seem like a loss.
"Emissary from Kunlun."
Matt put his sunglasses back on, gripped his white cane tightly, and his tone gained a sense of solemnity.
"If I agree to accept this trial, can you truly teach me that boxing technique you just used?"
Peter looked at the fish that had taken the bait, a triumphant smile curling his lips.
"Of course."
Peter extended his hand.
"But before that, you must change how you address me and call me Master first."
"Alright, Master."
The two words spoken from Matt's mouth were not as difficult as imagined.
On the contrary.
They carried a firmness and solemnity he had never felt before.
As a street hero who had walked alone in the darkness for too long, Matt yearned for strength more than anyone else.
Not to dominate an area, nor for empty fame, but to be able to strike down the evil in Hells Kitchen.
The threat of Kingpin, the shadow of The Hand, and the endless stream of superhuman criminals weighed on his shoulders like mountains.
This young man before him.
Although his words were frivolous, and his self-proclaimed identity as the 'Emissary of Kunlun' sounded a bit like a Charlatan.
But the gentle yet powerful boxing technique was undeniable.
That pure and vast style was what Matt had dreamed of.
"Please impart this boxing technique to me."
Matt bowed slightly, performing a bow that wasn't standard but was full of sincerity.
"I will use this power to represent Kunlun in eliminating the traitors of The Hand and uphold justice."
Peter looked at the hooked fish.
Although this was just a shadow clone, he could still feel the thrill.
"Excellent, excellent."
Peter pretended to be old and composed, putting his hands behind his back, speaking in a tone as if he had seen through all the vicissitudes of life.
He even made a show of stroking a beard that wasn't there.
Chapter 45: The Title of Martial Saint
You are teachable. Since you have the resolve to eliminate demons and uphold righteousness, I will make an exception and accept you as an outer disciple."
"Then you can start learning the basics of the fist technique with my uncle right now."
Peter pointed toward Ben Parker, who was awkwardly practicing his forms under a large tree nearby.
"He's just getting started too. Your progress will be consistent, so you can spar and verify your understanding with each other."
Matt followed the direction of Peter's finger and "looked." In his radar sense, the silhouette of the old man was clearly visible.
His movements were a bit stiff, and his muscle strength wasn't particularly strong, but the meticulous attitude surprised Matt.
"Your... Master's uncle?"
Matt asked with some curiosity, a hint of probing in his tone.
"So, your uncle has also just started studying martial arts? I thought since you are an envoy from Kunlun, your entire family should consist of peerless masters."
Matt pushed up his sunglasses.
"Could it be that you aren't just superficially young, but are actually an ancient monster who has lived for hundreds of years?"
"Different from the Five Fingers of The Hand?"
If that were the case, it would make sense for an uncle in his sixties or seventies to be starting to practice fist forms.
"Cough, cough..."
Peter nearly choked on his own saliva, rolled his eyes helplessly, and shook his head.
"How could that be? Stop reading so many cultivation novels."
Peter said with mock seriousness.
"True powerhouses don't need longevity to become stronger; time is just an excuse for the mediocre."
"True martial arts prodigies grasp the ultimate truths of heaven and earth and possess terrifying strength while still young. Don't doubt my age."
"I am genuinely twenty years old."
Although the statement was arrogant, Matt nodded thoughtfully.
"It really is..."
He himself was the best example.
As a graduate of Columbia University and a lawyer,
Matt still managed to carve out time amidst his heavy studies to train his combat skills to the peak of human capability.
Without extraordinary talent, it would have been impossible.
And in that legendary Kunlun, perhaps geniuses like Peterwere the norm?
"Let's go. I'll take you to meet your martial uncle... oh no, martial junior? Forget it, let's just call each other whatever feels right."
Peter led Matt toward the old oak tree.
At that moment, Ben Parker was immersed in the profound feeling of practicing his forms.
His feet were rooted to the ground, and his hands slowly drew circles in the air.
Although his movements weren't perfectly standard yet,
he could feel a warm current circulating within his body with each movement—a feeling of comfort that was addictive.
"Uncle Ben, stop for a moment."
Peter clapped his hands, interrupting Uncle Ben's practice.
"Look, I want to introduce you to this blind man who is my newest student."
Uncle Ben's movements stiffened.
He slowly stopped and turned his head, looking at Peterand the man wearing sunglasses with a bewildered expression.
"What? What blind man?"
Uncle Ben sounded like he doubted his own ears.
He sized up Matt, then looked at Peter, wearing an expression that clearly said, "Are you messing with me?"
"It's this lawyer, Matt Murdock."
Peter pointed at Matt and introduced him without batting an eye.
"He just happened to be passing by on the street, was captivated by the heroic posture of my fist technique, marveled at the subtlety of this style, and immediately begged to be accepted as a disciple on the spot."
"Now, he has gloriously become the second student of the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist."
Uncle Ben was completely stunned.
He looked at Peter, then at Matt, who was wearing sunglasses and leaning on a white cane.
"Wait, Peter..."
Uncle Ben lowered his voice and pulled Peter aside, pointing at Matt's sunglasses.
"You said he's blind? If he's blind, how did he see you practicing your forms? Are you fooling someone again?"
"Oh, Uncle Ben, you wouldn't understand this."
Peter explained with utmost seriousness.
"Although Matt cannot see with his eyes, he is a peerless martial arts genius! He possesses the legendary 'Mind's Eye'!"
"Even without his eyes, he can discern positions by listening to the wind and sense the flow of Qi to perceive the exquisite fist technique."
"This is the mysterious power of the East!"
Uncle Ben listened, momentarily stunned.
Although it sounded absurd, considering the World was full of Superhumans and Mutants walking the streets,
a blind man possessing some kind of supernatural perception didn't seem entirely unacceptable.
"It turns out..."
Uncle Ben looked at Matt with sudden reverence, his gaze instantly changing.
"I never expected a master to be among the common folk."
Matt stood to the side, hearing every word they said.
Although Peter's fabrication made him slightly awkward, he had to play along if he wanted to learn the fist technique.
"Hello, sir."
Matt politely extended his hand and bowed slightly toward Uncle Ben's direction.
"Uh, that's right. I just became your nephew's student. I am Matt Murdock."
Immediately after,
to salvage a bit of his professional rigor as a lawyer, Mattcouldn't help but emphasize one point:
"However, I wasn't the one who actively sought to study under him just now."
"To be precise, your nephew recognized my talent and actively requested to take me as a disciple."
Uncle Ben didn't pay attention to these details.
In his view, having someone to practice with was a huge blessing.
"That's wonderful!"
Uncle Ben enthusiastically shook Matt's hand. His palm was rough but warm.
"It gets quite tedious practicing alone as an old man. It would be fantastic to have a companion to motivate each other."
"I am Ben Parker. You can call me Ben."
Matt felt the strength coming from the old man's hand and was slightly moved.
This was a hand that had held a gun and done rough work.
Though aged, it was still strong.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ben," Matt said with a smile.
"This is a rare opportunity. However, I still have to work, so I might not be able to study at a fixed time every day like you."
"Work?"
Uncle Ben paused. "Oh, right. You're a lawyer."
Peter interjected at the right moment:
"Uncle Ben, don't let Matt's unassuming attire fool you; he's an outstanding pro bono lawyer."
"He opened a law firm in Manhattan that specializes in providing free legal aid to the poor. He's constantly busy."
"Providing free legal aid to the poor?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Ben's respect deepened.
As an old soldier who upheld justice, the person Ben Parker admired most in his life was someone who fought for justice.
In the original story,
he unhesitatingly stepped forward when facing an armed robber.
"You truly are a good man,"
Uncle Ben patted Matt's shoulder with sincere words.
"There are too few lawyers like you in society nowadays. Young man, well done!"
Matt lowered his head slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed: "This is just what I should be doing."
"Will practicing the fist technique now affect your work?" Uncle Ben asked with some concern.
"After all, being a lawyer is very taxing on the mind."
Peter glanced at Matt.
He smiled:
"If you need to rush to the courthouse or your office now, you can come find me at other times. I have time anytime."
"With my current strength, I barely need any sleep and have boundless energy. You can even come study the fist technique late at night."
This wasn't bragging.
Peter's Constitution attribute had already broken the 200-point mark.
This was thanks to the bonus gained from upgrading the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist to LV6 and the Shadow Clone Jutsu to LV4.
What did 200 Constitution points mean?
It was equivalent to two hundred times that of an average adult male! His recovery rate and endurance were comparable to Wolverine's.
Even for the Shadow Clone Jutsu, a skill that consumed a massive amount of stamina,
the current drain was negligible for him.
Even if he created a shadow clone specifically to give Mattextra tutoring, Peter could handle it completely.
Moreover,
Peter was extremely dedicated to teaching Matt the fist technique.
The reason was simple.
The long and arduous quest, "Path of the Martial Saint," rewarded a special title.
"Martial Saint."
Chapter 46: Mission Report
Peter had never seen a Title-type reward since obtaining the System.
[Title: Martial Saint]
[Equip Effect:]
1. The power of all Martial Arts skills is increased by 100%!
2. Unlocks the "Martial Arts Fusion" function: Martial Arts skills that have reached LV10 (Perfection) can be fused to obtain a more powerful new skill (Initial Level LV1).
3. New skills can continue to be upgraded and fused. The attribute bonuses gained from upgrading the skills used as material will be permanently retained and will not be deducted.
Seeing this effect, Peter's eyes immediately turned green.
Double the power!
It was simply a brutally effective divine skill.
Even more heaven-defying was the "Fusion" function, which meant Peter could create an infinite nesting doll structure.
He could max out a pile of low-level Martial Arts skills, gain the attribute bonuses, then fuse them into a stronger new Martial Art, max that out, gain attributes again... and repeat the cycle.
As long as he had enough time and skill points,
Peter could completely forge a super Martial Art that integrated the strengths of a hundred schools and possessed World-destroying power.
He could even achieve Physical Sainthood!
Therefore, he was determined to take Matt as his disciple.
He would be happy to even spar with him late at night.
"Actually..."
Matt glanced at his watch and said hesitantly.
"I was just about to head to Hells Kitchen to handle an illegal eviction case. The court time is almost here."
Although he was eager to learn boxing, his sense of justice would not allow him to abandon the case in his hands.
"No problem."
Peter waved his hand generously.
"Work comes first. That is your path, and also an important part of your cultivation. You go ahead. My promise is valid long-term."
"Let's exchange contact information."
Peter pulled out his phone from his pocket: "If you're free tonight, just call me."
Matt nodded.
He took out his specially made mobile phone for the blind and quickly swapped numbers with Peter.
"Thank you, Mas... Master."
Matt put away his phone and slightly bowed toward Peterand Uncle Ben.
"Then I'll take my leave now. See you tonight."
After speaking,
He leaned on his white cane and quickly walked away along the park path.
Although he still looked like a blind man, his steps carried an unprecedented lightness and hope.
Watching Matt's receding back, Uncle Ben sighed:
"He's a really good young man, Peter. You have good judgment."
"Naturally."
Peter's shadow clone smiled and turned to look at Uncle Ben.
"Alright, Uncle Ben, stop sighing. Matt has his work, and we have our cultivation."
"That last move,'Seamless Flow,' your point of force application was still a bit stiff. Come on, follow me, let's do it again."
"Okay!"
Uncle Ben immediately collected his thoughts and returned to the tedious but fulfilling practice.
"Stillness overcomes movement, flowing like water..."
Uncle Ben silently recited the mantra Peter taught him in his heart.
Although his movements were not smooth, and his joints moved with a bit of stiffness, his eyes shone astonishingly brightly.
For an old man who was already retired and had one foot in the grave,
Having the opportunity to come into contact with the mysterious Eastern power
was simply like God opening a door to a new World for him.
He remembered the night that changed his fate,
that dark gun muzzle, and Peter rushing forward without hesitation to save him.
The feeling of powerlessness at that moment had haunted him like a nightmare.
"With great power comes great responsibility."
This was the motto Uncle Ben always repeated, and the life creed he taught Peter.
But in the past, he only had responsibility, not power.
And now, the opportunity had arrived.
"If I can master this skill like Peter said..."
Uncle Ben clenched his fist,
feeling the faint warm current inside his body.
"I won't just be an old man who can only be protected anymore. I can also step up to protect Mei, protect Peter, and protect more good people."
This was the final stubbornness of an old soldier who refused to grow old.
Although Uncle Ben's learning speed wasn't genius level, his attitude was extremely serious and focused.
For Uncle Ben,
this wasn't just a set of exercises to strengthen the body.
This
was a chance for him to personally practice the belief in his heart: 'With great power comes great responsibility'!
Peter's shadow clone stood to the side,
watching Uncle Ben's devout practice posture and nodding with satisfaction.
"It seems this seed has been planted."
Peter thought to himself.
"As long as Uncle Ben persists and cooperates with the equipment I give him, villains who look down on him in the future will be greatly surprised."
Uncle Ben once stood up to stop a robber at the risk of his life for a stranger.
From this point alone, it was clear to see.
This was a man whose age was advanced, but whose heart still burned with a Fire!
... Meanwhile,
another of Peter's shadow clones was typing rapidly on the keyboard.
On the screen was an encrypted email, the recipient being Teresa Parker's secret mailbox.
"... Regarding the 'Gas Explosion' incident that occurred in Hells Kitchen last night, it has been confirmed that it was caused by an internal firefight within the Kingpin crime syndicate."
"A large amount of illegally modified weapons and traces of unknown biological experiments were found at the scene."
"Agent Parker has carried out 'neutralization' on the relevant threats and successfully prevented a gang riot that could have affected the entire city."
"Finished."
Peter checked the mission report once and clicked send with satisfaction.
"Done."
Peter stretched, turned off the computer, casually tossed the unfinished cola into the trash can, and swaggered out of the room.
This report was essentially just a formality.
After all,
Teresa had already brought the S.H.I.E.L.D. clean-up squad to handle the scene overnight last night.
She knew exactly what happened in the fourth basement level of Fisk Tower.
Peter's report was, at most, supplementing some details.
He slowly walked through several blocks and arrived in front of the old office building disguised as a logistics company.
"Beep—Identity confirmed."
As the hidden elevator descended, Peter once again arrived at the underground branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator,
a wave of busy anxiety washed over him.
In the hallway, Agents rushed by holding files, phone rings sounded one after another, and the sound of printers spitting out paper merged into one continuous noise.
Clearly,
this was all a chain reaction caused by the death of Kingpinlast night.
Peter walked through the crowd with his hands in his pockets, acting as if nothing was wrong.
The Agents, who were busy up to their necks, looked at him with complex expressions—a mixture of awe, resentment,
and a hint of helpless exasperation like,'Sir, you really know how to stir up trouble.'
Peter didn't care at all.
"What are you looking at? Don't thank me, I'm creating performance metrics for you guys."
Peter chuckled inwardly.
"If I hadn't taken down the major villain Kingpin, where would you guys get year-end bonuses and overtime pay?"
He walked familiarly to the end of the hallway, symbolically knocked twice on the door, and pushed it open without waiting for a response.
"Good morning, my dear Officer."
Peter greeted her cheerfully.
Behind the desk,
Teresa was typing furiously with dark circles under her eyes, as if the keyboard were her enemy.
Hearing Peter's voice,
she suddenly looked up, her gaze practically wanting to devour him.
Chapter 47: Privilege Upgrade
Peter!!"
Teresa ground her teeth and shouted, her voice hoarse from staying up all night.
"You still dare to show up?! I only gave you an investigation mission yesterday! Investigate! Do you understand?!"
She took a deep breath.
Pointing at the mess on the screen, her emotions were on the verge of collapse.
"How could you just kill Kingpin and his people! And those few superhumans, you even wiped out The Hand members in one go?!"
Although as an Agent brimming with a sense of justice, Teresa agreed wholeheartedly with eliminating these social scourges.
But... this action was too fast and too fierce, wasn't it?
"Do you know how much effort we spent last night to contain the news?"
Teresa rubbed her temples.
"If I hadn't quickly brought the assault team to control the witnesses and fabricated the scene as a gas explosion..."
"Today's headline wouldn't be 'Philanthropist Dies in Accident,' but 'Spider-Man Massacres Fisk Tower!'"
If news like that broke out.
S.H.I.E.L.D. would not only have to face public panic but also attacks from human rights organizations and politicians.
After all,
Kingpin, on the surface, was a law-abiding, major taxpayer.
Facing his sister's roar, Peter shrugged helplessly, wearing an innocent expression that suggested 'I am a good person.'
"Don't be so agitated, Teresa."
Peter pulled out a chair and sat down on his own, crossing his legs.
"This is naturally to uphold justice. I am the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. If someone dares to form a criminal alliance on my turf, I naturally have to teach them a small lesson."
"A small lesson?"
Teresa's eyes widened.
"You call turning people into wall murals a small lesson? Those corpses are barely recognizable!"
"That's because they were too fragile and couldn't take a hit," Peter shrugged, showing no sign of remorse.
"Besides, the result is good, that's what matters."
"Kingpin is dead. Although Hells Kitchen was chaotic for a while, it will soon be taken over by a new order (referring to Peter himself). Isn't that a happy outcome for everyone?"
Teresa was choked speechless.
Although the process was violent, Peter was right.
Kingpin was indeed a thorn in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s side that they had wanted to eliminate for a long time but could never find conclusive evidence against.
Now that Peter had cut the Gordian knot so swiftly, he had indeed helped S.H.I.E.L.D. solve a huge problem.
"Forget it, I can't argue with you."
Teresa sighed, too lazy to dwell on the process anymore.
The matter had already happened anyway.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was best at turning black into white, and turning supernatural incidents into gas explosions.
The public's memory was often quite short.
Perhaps during the period immediately after Kingpin's death, some people would feign mourning and try to gain attention.
But as time went by, people would gradually forget about the existence of that big fatty.
After all,
Kingpin's position in society was not truly indispensable.
His so-called philanthropist identity was mostly a facade marketed by his public relations team.
"Oh, right."
Peter knew when to stop and immediately changed the subject, rubbing his fingers together, revealing a greedy expression.
"Did you look at the mission report I sent you just now?"
"I not only investigated the situation clearly this time, but I also solved the root of the problem. This should count as over-fulfilling the mission, right?"
"You should give me more bonus money."
He came to S.H.I.E.L.D. this time.
Besides teasing his sister, the most important reason was to settle his mission rewards.
"...Such a money-grubber."
Teresa rolled her eyes at him but still nodded.
"Of course, it counts as completed. I've already transferred the bonus to your black card—a full two hundred thousand US dollars."
"And..."
Teresa pulled out a brand new silver badge from a drawer and tossed it to Peter.
"In light of your outstanding performance this time, and the destructive power you displayed... Director Fury has specially approved an upgrade to your Agent clearance."
"Congratulations, Agent Parker."
"You are now a Level Four Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., officially escaping the ranks of low-level cannon fodder."
Peter took the badge.
He glanced at the few extra bars on it, his heart remaining completely unmoved.
Level Four Agent?
To him, it was just the status of a slightly higher-ranking employee.
His attention was not on Teresa, but on the system visible only to him.
[Ding! Mission settlement successful!]
[S.H.I.E.L.D. Commission: Investigate the Criminal Alliance (Over-fulfilled)]
[Mission Evaluation: Perfect. You not only uncovered the truth but also conveniently cleaned up the trash.]
[Reward Obtained: 10000 Experience Points.]
[Reward Obtained: 3 Free Attribute Points.]
[Reward Obtained: 1 Skill Point.]
As the experience bar filled up, a golden light flashed over Peter.
[Congratulations! Level Up!]
[Current Level: LV8]
[All Attributes (Strength, Agility, Constitution, Spirit) +1]
[Obtained: 1 Free Attribute Point.]
[Obtained: 1 Skill Point.]
"Finally leveled up," Peter rejoiced internally.
A solid increase of +1 to all attributes made him feel his body was lighter.
Without any hesitation,
He added all 4 newly acquired Free Attribute Points into [Constitution].
A warm current surged through his body, and every cell cheered.
Peter's expression remained unchanged.
Even his gaze didn't waver; he simply tucked the badge away calmly.
Just then, the system panel refreshed again.
[Ding! New Mission Triggered: The Path of an Ace Agent]
[Mission Description: You have stepped into the core circle of S.H.I.E.L.D., but Level Four Agent is just the beginning. To gain true authority within this massive Agentorganization, and even access the top secrets regarding the Tesseract and alien technology, you need to climb higher.]
[Mission Objective: Become a Level Ten Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Maximum Clearance).]
[Stage Reward: For every level of Agent clearance increased, reward 1 Skill Point. Upon reaching Level Ten Agent, receive the special reward 'S.H.I.E.L.D. DirectorClearance Package'.]
"Whoa, a long-term mission," Peter understood immediately.
"This is asking me to keep building my performance record at S.H.I.E.L.D. There's no time limit, and the rewards are decent enough, so I'll just take it slow."
He couldn't help but marvel.
This system was truly too easy to trigger missions; it was practically forcing him toward becoming a 'grinding emperor.'
After dealing with the system's matters, Peter looked at Teresa, preparing to excuse himself and go home.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing."
Teresa called him back, choosing her words carefully, "Someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters came by and wants to meet you."
"Who?" Peter raised an eyebrow.
"That guy is Director Nick Fury's confidant."
Teresa lowered her voice.
"He said there's an important plan that requires your participation, and that you should be polite."
"Although that person looks smiley, he holds a very high position within S.H.I.E.L.D., capable of directly representing the Director's will."
Upon hearing this, Peter's mind immediately conjured up an image of someone with a receding hairline, always wearing a suit, and fond of collecting Captain Americacards.
He closed the system interface.
"Nick Fury's confidant? Are you perhaps talking about—Agent Phil Coulson?"
Teresa paused, looking at Peter in surprise:
"You even know him? Coulson is famous, but that's for senior Agents. You've only been here a few days?"
Chapter 48: The Avengers Plan
Is that really so hard to guess?"
Peter said frankly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.
"Isn't this guy the village head of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s newbie training grounds?"
"I heard that any dirty, tiresome work that requires dealing with superheroes, Nick Fury sends him to run around for it."
"He's practically the most famous utility tool in S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Pfft… That's so true!"
Teresa almost burst out laughing.
But considering her training as an Agent, she managed to choke it back down, her mouth twitching a few times.
"While your description is a bit harsh, it's certainly accurate."
"Agent Coulson is indeed the Director's most trusted person, and he is the primary liaison for the superhumans."
Teresa pointed to a door beside her.
"He's waiting for you in the small conference room next door right now. Go on, don't keep him waiting too long."
"Got it."
Peter stood up and straightened his collar.
"Goodbye, my dear sister."
"Remember, if there are any missions that pay well and involve taking down bad guys, notify me immediately. Your brother here will definitely eliminate any enemy."
With that,
He waved his hand flamboyantly and turned, walking out of Teresa's office.
Watching Peter's receding back, Teresa shook her head, but a slight smile played in her eyes.
Having a brother who was both powerful and fiercely protective of his own, it seemed, wasn't so bad.
...Peter arrived in front of the door to the small conference room next door.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room wasn't large and was sparsely furnished, containing only a round table and a few chairs.
A middle-aged man dressed in a neat black suit, with a noticeably receding hairline, looking much like an insurance salesman, was sitting by the table.
He was holding a cup of coffee, wearing his signature, completely harmless, gentle smile.
It was Phil Coulson.
Seeing Peter enter, Coulson immediately put down his coffee, stood up, and proactively extended his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Parker. I've heard so much about you."
Coulson's tone was warm and polite, making one feel instantly at ease.
"I am Agent Coulson. Although this is our first meeting, I have reviewed your file and heard many legends about you."
"Legends?"
Peter shook Coulson's hand, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Are you referring to me throwing grenades in Hells Kitchen? Or me turning Kingpin into a mural with one elbow?"
The smile on Coulson's face froze for a second.
But he quickly recovered.
"Ahem… Those were certainly impressive,"
Coulson proved himself a top Agent with extremely high emotional intelligence, immediately changing the subject.
"However, I'm not here today to pursue your actions at Fisk Tower. On the contrary, Director Fury is very impressed with your abilities."
"We have a special project, and we are looking for candidates like you who possess special abilities and a strong sense of justice."
Coulson's gaze became serious.
"I believe you must have heard of it—the AvengersInitiative?"
"The Avengers Initiative?"
Peter smiled faintly, showing no sign of being overwhelmed by the honor. Instead, he looked as if he had just heard a poorly conceived marketing proposal.
"I have indeed heard of it."
"I glanced at it when I hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D. archives previously, in some folder."
He leaned back, resting against the chair:
"What, does Fury think the X-Men's model of a 'superpowered boy band' is very profitable, so he wants to copy it too?"
"Planning to gather a group of superhumans with different personalities, who might even dislike each other, and debut them as a team?"
"Ahem…"
Coulson's hand, which had just lifted the coffee cup, trembled slightly, and his smile almost slipped off his face.
Although the Avengers Initiative was indeed still in its nascent stage,
within S.H.I.E.L.D.,
it was regarded as a sacred project—the 'Last Line of Defense for Earth.'
Yet, in Peter's mouth, it was directly reduced to an idol group copying the X-Men?
"Agent Parker, please mind your phrasing,"
Coulson put down his coffee cup and awkwardly adjusted his tie.
"Firstly, we are not copying the X-Men. While ProfessorXavier's ideals are worthy of respect, the positioning of the Avengers is completely different."
"We need to deal with global, or even cosmic-level threats."
"Secondly…"
Coulson's tone became sterner.
"Your infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top-secret archives is not an achievement worth boasting about."
"If Director Fury hadn't valued your talent, based on that alone, you should be counting fleas in a raft prison right now."
"Come on, man,"
Peter shrugged, wearing an expression of 'I'm helpless too.'
"I didn't want to break into your archives that had firewalls like tissue paper, but who told you to hide Teresa away?"
Mentioning Teresa,
a trace of attachment to family and dissatisfaction with S.H.I.E.L.D. surfaced in his eyes.
"I searched for a long time, going through global population databases, only to discover that my dear sister was secretly being trained as an Agent by you people."
Peter pointed in the direction of Teresa's office outside the door.
"If I hadn't taken action, were you planning to hide it from me forever?"
These words immediately weakened Coulson's imposing manner.
After all,
S.H.I.E.L.D. was indeed in the wrong regarding this matter.
Although it was for protective reasons, objectively, they had deprived the Parker siblings of the right to reunite.
"I apologize, Agent Parker,"
Coulson sighed, his professional smile softening slightly, replaced by a touch of sincerity.
"It wasn't that S.H.I.E.L.D. intentionally concealed it, nor did we intend to separate you two. This was based on the will of your father, Richard Parker."
"Mr. Richard instructed before his death that S.H.I.E.L.D.should protect his family, especially you and Ben Parker's family."
"He hoped you could stay away from the dangerous life of an Agent and live out an ordinary life in peace."
"An ordinary life?"
Peter raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds like a beautiful wish, but regrettably, look at me now—I can dismantle a mobile suit with my bare hands, take on gangsters single-handedly, and hack into S.H.I.E.L.D."
He held up a finger and pointed at himself.
"Which part of me looks like an ordinary person?"
"Trouble in this World always seems to find its way to me automatically. Since I can't run away, I can only become more terrifying than the trouble itself."
Coulson looked at the confident, powerful, and even somewhat arrogant young man before him.
He had to admit,
Richard Parker's wish had completely fallen through.
Peter Parker had not only failed to become an ordinary person but had instead become one of the top figures among superhumans.
"You are right, Agent Parker. Since fate has made its choice, we can only go along with the flow,"
Coulson nodded, bringing the conversation back on track.
"That's right. Commander Fury has this idea and hopes to recruit you into the Avengers Initiative."
"We need powerful combat assets like you."
"However…"
Coulson shifted his tone.
"Given your overly unique style of operation, and your uncontrollable personality, you are currently only on the reserve list."
"Whether you can officially qualify and become a formal member of the Avengers will require further observation."
"Reserve list?"
Peter inwardly chuckled. What observation period?
To put it plainly,
it was just Nick Fury, that one-eyed man, wanting to squeeze a bit more labor out of him while simultaneously testing his loyalty.
But he did not show any displeasure.
Instead, he keenly realized that this was another excellent opportunity to trigger a mission.
So,
Peter switched his expression.
He dropped his previous casual demeanor, sat up straight,
and put on an appearance of eagerness for progress, wanting to contribute to the organization.
Chapter 49: Mutant Mission
"I understand. After all, this is an organization concerning the safety of the Earth. Being cautious is expected."
Peter looked at Coulson, his eyes shining with a light of "sincerity."
"So, what should I do during this time, Agent Coulson?"
"I am willing to actively complete S.H.I.E.L.D.'s missions to prove my worth. As long as I can become a glorious Avenger, I'll do anything."
Seeing Peter's passionate young man demeanor, Coulsonwas very satisfied.
He had read all the mission reports concerning Peter.
Although this Spider-Man's methods were somewhat violent and often resulted in bloodshed.
He was undoubtedly a genuine nemesis of crime.
And most importantly, Peter Parker's work enthusiasm was simply too high!
Other Agents would make excuses when taking missions, complaining about the danger or the low pay.
But Peter Parker? This guy was like a workaholic, constantly asking if there were new missions, and even over-delivering.
This kind of employee was practically the dream workhorse for capitalists... oh wait, for S.H.I.E.L.D.!
"Actually, Director Fury has also recognized your strength and enthusiasm."
Coulson smiled.
From his briefcase, he pulled out a file sealed with 'Top Secret'.
"So, he wants to bypass Teresa—and directly arrange a high-difficulty assessment mission for you."
"If you can complete this mission outstandingly, then your spot in the Avengers will basically be secured."
Peter sneered internally.
"As expected, Nick Fury really sees me as a useful tool."
"Does he really think I like upholding justice and working for you guys all day? If it weren't for the System's skill points, I would have been sunbathing in Hawaii long ago."
While complaining furiously in his mind, Peter outwardly displayed even greater excitement.
He rubbed his hands, looking eager to try.
"That's great! I love challenging ones!"
Peter snatched the file from Coulson's hand.
"Let me see, am I going to fight aliens, or capture super-human criminals?"
"Neither."
Coulson's expression turned solemn.
"This mission involves the Mutant population, and this will be your first field mission outside of New York."
"Mutants?"
Peter's hand, which was opening the file bag, paused slightly, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in the depths of his pupils.
This was a huge surprise.
Although in this Marvel Universe, the existence of Mutants was no longer a secret.
On television,
Politicians debated the 'Mutant Registration Act' all day, and the stories of Magneto and Professor X frequently made headlines.
But since Peter transmigrated, he truly hadn't interacted with any Mutants.
As a scientist who not only possessed combat strength but also Osborn's top-tier biological laboratory and the 'Genetics' skill,
Peter had long coveted this group of Mutants.
As everyone knows,
Mutants are the experimental products of the 'X-Gene' left behind in humanity millions of years ago when the Celestials visited Earth.
They are a race kissed by the Gods!
They are a walking, living, massive gene treasure trove!
Think about it.
Wolverine's near-immortal healing factor.
If he could get his hands on it and combine it with the Lizard Serum researched by Dr. Connors,
He could definitely create an even more perfect immortality than Deadpool.
There was also Cyclops's interdimensional eye connection, Professor X's telepathy, Mystique's shapeshifting, Quicksilver's super speed...
"Mister Negative's Negative Energy is good, but compared to those Omega-level Mutants, it's like a drop in the ocean."
Peter calculated in his mind.
"If I can crack the secret of the X-Gene and extract these abilities, fusing them into myself like collecting stamps..."
"Wouldn't I instantly ascend and transform into an omnipotent God?"
Thinking of this,
Peter's interest in the mission instantly soared tenfold.
He pulled out the file and quickly scanned it.
[Mission Codename: Senator Crisis]
[Mission Target: Senator Robert Kelly]
[Mission Description: As the main proponent of the 'Mutant Registration Act,' Senator Kelly mysteriously disappeared two days ago after a public speech.
S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence suggests this kidnapping was highly likely carried out by the Mutant extremist organization—the Brotherhood of Mutants.]
[Suspects: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) and his subordinates.]
[Mission Requirement: Find and rescue Senator Kelly, and ascertain Magneto's true intentions.]
Seeing the names "Senator Kelly" and "Magneto,"
The plot of the movie 'X-Men 1' instantly flashed through Peter's mind.
"So it's this time period."
Peter understood immediately.
"That old man Magneto must have built a gene modification machine that can forcibly convert ordinary people into Mutants through radiation."
"That unlucky Senator Kelly is the first guinea pig, and also the tool the Brotherhood uses to intimidate humanity."
Peter was too familiar with this plot.
Although the machine's concept was advanced, its technology had flaws, and the resulting Mutants would eventually suffer genetic collapse.
"However, the principle of that machine is very interesting."
Peter stroked his chin.
"If I can get the blueprints for that machine, or just snatch it and improve it, maybe I can really achieve 'artificial Mutant' technology."
Just then,
That beautiful system prompt sounded in his mind again.
[Ding! New Mission Triggered: Initial Contact with X-Gene]
[Mission Description: You are about to step into the Worldof Mutants. This is a realm full of miracles and dangers. Magneto's conspiracy is brewing, and you will be the key to breaking the deadlock.]
[Mission Objectives:]
1. Successfully rescue Senator Kelly.
2. Engage or interact with at least three well-known Mutants (X-Men or Brotherhood members).
3. Obtain one high-value Mutant gene sample (e.g., Mystique, Toad, Sabretooth, etc.).
[Mission Rewards:]
1. Experience Points: 15000.
2. Free Attribute Points: * 3.
3. Skill Points: * 2.
4. Bonus: Random Skill Draw Chance * 1.
Seeing the very last reward, Peter's heart suddenly sped up.
One must know,
The skills produced by the System are often extremely powerful!
"Accept! I must accept this mission!"
Peter suppressed his inner excitement and closed the file.
He looked up at Coulson.
His face showed a firm, confident, and justice-filled smile.
"No problem, Agent Coulson."
Peter solemnly tucked the file into his chest.
"A mission to strike at terrorism and rescue hostages—I have an undeniable responsibility."
"Whether it's Magneto or some Brotherhood, if they dare to harm innocent people, I'll let them know why the flowers are so red."
"Wait for the news of my victory."
Peter stood up, straightened his collar, and said in a relaxed tone.
"Oh right, remember to save a spot for me in the Avengers."
Coulson looked at Peter's energetic appearance and nodded with satisfaction.
"Don't worry, Agent Parker. As long as you complete this mission, I will personally petition Director Fury on your behalf."
Coulson smiled and extended his hand, thinking to himself:
"This Agent Parker is indeed just as the rumors say. Although his personality is a bit erratic, he is genuinely proactive when it comes to missions."
"It seems I can arrange more of these high-difficulty tasks for him in the future. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs this kind of tireless model worker."
The two shook hands.
Each harboring their own agenda, yet achieving a perfect tacit understanding.
Chapter 50: It's Out
The streets of Manhattan were bustling with heavy traffic, still noisy as ever.
Emerging from the office building of the logistics company was Peter's shadow clone.
He was wearing unremarkable casual clothes.
Hands tucked in his pockets, he leisurely blended into the throng of people, just like an ordinary white-collar worker who had just finished work.
Sunlight spilled onto his face, bringing a fleeting warmth that did not belong to the main body.
"Brotherhood of Mutants... Magneto... and that unlucky Senator Kelly."
Peter's shadow clone walked along,
rapidly reviewing the mission he had just accepted from Coulson in his mind.
"This is not comparable to the gangsters in Hells Kitchen; this is a high-level engagement involving a large number of superhumans."
A very practical question presented itself to Peter:
Should the main body personally go out to meet that master of the scene, Old Man Wan?
Or should he continue to send a shadow clone to solve the problem?
Although Peter currently possessed a Constitution above 200, the main body's defense and recovery abilities were astonishing.
But he was not truly indestructible.
Magneto Erik.
That old man who could casually knead steel and even manipulate the Earth's magnetic poles was definitely not easy to provoke.
Moreover,
when it came to combat, there were always unforeseen dangers.
What if he got carried away in the fight, or what if that Magneto acted dishonorably and launched a sneak attack, injuring the main body?
Wouldn't that delay the sweet time he was supposed to spend with Gwen?
"I'll send the shadow clone instead."
Peter quickly made his decision.
Even if it was only a shadow clone, its combat power already surpassed most superhumans in this World.
But he immediately frowned again.
Because the skill [Shadow Clone Jutsu] currently had a fatal flaw—it was too fragile.
Although the shadow clone possessed the same attack power, speed, and combat techniques as the main body, and could even use most skills,
its defense mechanism was simply too terrible.
Once it sustained any damage, even just being grazed by a stray bullet or hit by a heavy punch,
the shadow clone's balance would instantly collapse.
With a 'poof,' it would directly dissipate into a puff of white smoke.
shadow clones were more suitable for reconnaissance, luring enemies, assisting in training, or carrying out suicide attacks.
They were absolutely not meant to be used as frontline fighters to tank damage.
Peter also knew very well that in a real battle, anything could happen.
Especially when facing Mutants,
opponents whose abilities were strange and full of unknowns.
Even though Peter possessed many powerful trump cards,
he couldn't guarantee with 100% certainty that he would remain completely unscathed in an intense battle.
"If, at a critical moment in the fight, my clone gets blown up by a steel pellet from Magneto, wouldn't all my efforts be for naught?"
Peter mused to himself.
"If only I could solve the problem of the shadow clone not being able to tank damage. If I could put more points into this skill..."
He glanced at the [Shadow Clone Jutsu (LV4)] on the system panel.
If he could raise it to LV10,
could it be achieved?
A concept surfaced in Peter's mind:
What if he could control multiple shadow clones simultaneously, and all these shadow clones were like the main body—
capable of attacking and tanking, and would not disappear even if severely wounded?
As long as stamina was sufficient, he could continuously create new clones that could be regarded as extensions of his own body.
Wouldn't that transform the [Shadow Clone Jutsu] skill into a heaven-defying divine technique?
At that time,
when encountering an enemy, there would be no need for nonsense.
He could directly summon a hundred clones, creating a Spider Army, with a hundred Peters simultaneously executing the [Rushing Water Rock Crushing Elbow].
That scene,
would be comparable to Naruto's Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu.
"Unfortunately, skill points are too precious right now."
Peter shook his head, temporarily suppressing this tempting thought.
However,
he didn't want to use the precious skill points he had painstakingly accumulated for the current mission.
For this immediate task,
Peter actually had an even simpler and more brutal solution.
"It takes quite a few skill points to max out the shadow clone."
Since quality is insufficient, compensate with quantity.
"Then I'll just send several more shadow clones over."
A mischievous smile curved Peter's lips.
"If one clone is easily destroyed, I'll send three, or five."
"With my current stamina, maintaining a five-person squad fighting simultaneously is completely without burden."
Peter thought to himself.
With his terrifying, inhuman stamina, if it was just sending a few shadow clones for short-term combat,
and not for long-term, mentally taxing cerebral work,
the burden on Peter's main body would not be very heavy.
"After all, my main body still needs to spend time with Gwen. Her Super Spider project is almost done too."
... Meanwhile, inside the Osborn Industries tower...
Peter's main body.
He had just finished a sumptuous lunch with Gwen in the employee cafeteria.
Then,
the two rushed back to Peter's exclusive laboratory without stopping.
Pushing open the heavy metal door, the laboratory still maintained a comfortable environment with constant temperature and humidity.
After running at high speed for an entire morning,
the massive gene sequencing machine had stopped humming, and the indicator light had turned green, signifying 'completion.'
Its internal intelligent program
had successfully detected and screened the unique gene modification sequence that was most suitable for Gwen.
"It's finally out."
Peter hurried to the control console and tapped the touchscreen with his finger.
A ghostly blue holographic projection unfolded in the air; it was a complex and exquisite DNA double helix structure.
Within it, a specific gene chain
was marked in a striking pink, constantly rotating and reorganizing.
"Is this the password that will allow me to become a superhuman?"
Gwen stood before the projection,
gazing obsessively at the flickering symbols.
Although she was a top student in biology and could understand most of the parameters,
the core algorithm Peter wrote—which was based on the decay rate formula left by Richard Parker and improved into the 'Perfect Fusion Program'—
still gave her an indescribable sense of shock.
Gwen's heart
was filled with uncontrollable excitement and anticipation.
Was she finally about to possess superpowers just like Peter?
"Not just superpowers, but the key to evolution."
Peter's expression turned serious.
He didn't immediately start the procedure just because the result showed 'feasible.'
This was, after all, a gene modification for his girlfriend, not an injection for a lab rat; there was no room for even the slightest error.
"Wait a moment, Gwen."
Peter put on his anti-blue light glasses, his ten fingers becoming blurs on the keyboard.
"I need to manually recalculate this one more time. Although AI is efficient, when it comes to matters concerning life and death, I trust myself more."
"Mm."
Gwen obediently nodded and stepped aside, not wanting to disturb him.
She quietly watched Peter's profile.
The current Peter
had put away his usual frivolous joking manner; his brow was slightly furrowed, and his gaze was as focused as if he were carving a rare treasure.
The screen's light reflected on his face, outlining sharp contours.
"So charming..."
Gwen thought to herself.
It wasn't just because of Peter's handsome face, but also because of this confident demeanor of being focused on scientific research and being in complete control.
This was the man she loved.
A genius who could be a vigilante in the streets and lead the future of technology in a skyscraper.