I'm in an American Comic Book, and I Start Out As Spider-man
Pairing: Peter/Gwen
Chapter 96: Perfection of the Fist Technique
"Goodbye, Dr."
Standing at the elevator entrance, Peter waved a smiling farewell to the still-busy Dr. Connors.
"I'll leave the remaining cleanup work to you. As for that Typhoid Mary..."
"Since she's so durable, keep her as material for your follow-up research. Just don't kill her; she might be useful later."
Dr. Connors pushed up his glasses and waved his hand.
"Don't worry, Peter."
"With this perfect healing sample, I might be able to improve my Lizard Serum. Go on and attend to your business."
The elevator doors closed, and the numbers began to jump rapidly.
Peter leaned against the cabin wall, feeling the continuous stream of vitality within his body.
After merging Sabretooth's Healing Factor,
His body felt as if a heavy layer of shackles had been lifted.
"Second ability successfully merged."
Peter clenched his fist.
"The process is now proven. Next is the truly big weapon—Sovereign's Omega Level gene."
"But it's still missing something," Peter analyzed calmly.
"Although the Healing Factor provides a foundation, Sovereign's abilities involve the mental side, such as telepathy and telekinesis, which increases the load on the physical body exponentially."
"Even though my current physique is strong, to be safe, I must push my attributes to the extreme."
...
Osborn Tower.
Thirty-third floor, Peter's private laboratory.
Gwen was sitting at the lab bench, bored, using a glass rod to poke at a Super Spider in a petri dish.
She was wearing a white lab coat.
Underneath was the casual wear she hadn't had time to change out of, her blonde ponytail swaying gently with her movements.
"Beep—"
The sound of the electronic lock releasing rang out.
Gwen immediately dropped the glass rod and turned around. When she saw Peter walking in with large strides, her eyes lit up.
"You're back, Peter!"
Gwen jumped off her chair and went to meet him.
She keenly sensed that Peter seemed a bit different now.
His skin looked smoother and more refined, and his whole being radiated a reassuring yet oppressive vitality.
He was like a male lion that had just finished a full meal.
"Looking at how high-spirited you are..." Gwen blinked and asked tentatively.
"Could it be that the multi-gene experiment was a success?"
"Bingo! You guessed right."
Peter snapped his fingers, a proud smile appearing on his face.
"Not only was it a success, but I've already experienced it firsthand."
"Now, I'm no longer just Spider-Man, but a composite superhuman who also possesses an 'immortal body'."
As he spoke,
He casually picked up a paper cutter from the table and, amidst Gwen's cry of alarm, slashed the back of his hand without hesitation.
"Peter! Are you crazy?!"
Gwen's face turned pale with fright, and she instinctively moved to grab a first aid kit.
But in the next second, her movements froze.
Because she saw,
That wound, which had just begun to seep a few beads of blood, actually looked like a movie scene playing in reverse.
The flesh on both sides wriggled and bonded together rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the wound vanished, leaving not even a trace of a scar.
"This..."
Gwen's eyes widened as she grabbed Peter's hand to check it repeatedly.
"Is this a self-healing ability? Like Wolverine?"
"A bit stronger than that."
Peter withdrew his hand and explained calmly, "Because I don't have the side effects of Adamantium, my cell activity is higher."
Watching the miracle her boyfriend displayed, the admiration in Gwen's eyes was almost overflowing.
"That's incredible..."
She couldn't help but sigh in admiration, then as if thinking of something, she looked at Peter with an expectant face.
"Does that mean... I can also possess multiple abilities at once?"
Who wouldn't want to become stronger?
Especially Gwen, who had just stepped into the supernatural World and was at the peak of her desire for power.
However,
Faced with his girlfriend's request, Peter's smile faded, and he slowly shook his head.
"Unfortunately, Gwen, not for the time being."
Peter pulled over a chair and sat down.
He gestured for Gwen to sit as well, putting on the serious posture of 'Mentor Peter'.
"Why?" Gwen was a bit disappointed.
"Is it because of gene mismatch? But you were the one who prepared my spider serum."
"It's not a problem with the genes; it's a problem with the 'container'."
Peter pointed at Gwen's body and explained patiently.
"To carry multiple different supernatural genes at once, besides basic genetic compatibility, there's a hard requirement—physical attributes."
"Gwen, you have to understand that although Spider-Man's enhancement seems comprehensive, it's actually a rather specialized one."
Peter held up his fingers to analyze.
"Our strength is great, our agility is high, and our reaction speed is incredibly fast."
"But our physical defense and vitality... to be honest, aren't much higher than an ordinary person's."
"In gaming terms, we are typical 'high attack, high evasion' assassins, or 'glass cannons'."
"While our skin can stop glass shards and our muscles can withstand general blunt force strikes,"
"If we encounter large-caliber bullets, explosions, or high-intensity energy impacts, we will still get hurt, or even die."
Peter looked at Gwen's thoughtful expression.
He continued:
"Your strength is probably about three hundred times that of a normal person right now, which is very strong."
"But your constitution attribute is probably not even at a hundred points, sometimes even performing worse than a Super Soldier."
"If you forcibly merge a second gene on this basis, your body will directly collapse because it cannot withstand the violent cellular conflict."
"When that time comes, forget about self-healing; you might turn into a pile of genetic waste first."
After hearing Peter's explanation, Gwen's mouth hung open in surprise.
"Really? Is my constitution that bad?"
She looked at her slender arms; she had thought that with super strength, she was already invincible.
She hadn't expected
That in Peter's eyes, she was still'squishy'.
"What kind of level is required then?" Gwen was a bit stunned.
"At least three times what you have now."
Peter calculated for a moment.
"If your learning progress is fast enough and you can make a breakthrough in that fist technique I taught you... perhaps with another month of practice, your constitution will meet the standard."
"At that time, we can first try to merge a milder Healing Factor into you as a foundation."
"As for abilities on the level of Magneto... don't even think about it for now."
Gwen understood.
Simply put: her level was too low to equip the gear.
"Alright."
Although Gwen felt a bit let down, she was also full of drive. "Then I'll work even harder on my fist technique! To become stronger!"
Seeing his girlfriend's fighting spirit reignited,
Peter nodded with satisfaction.
After comforting Gwen, Peter's thoughts did not stop.
He was pondering a question:
Although his genetic technology had made a breakthrough, it was still a distance away from perfect 'multiple fusion'.
After all,
Peter's current fusion technology required a powerful constitution as support.
If ordinary people could directly merge several abilities and ascend on the spot, that would be true perfection.
So...
Could he find a teacher to learn from?
In this Marvel Universe, he and Connors weren't the only scientists researching ability fusion.
For example... William Stryker.
That famous anti-Mutant military fanatic, the actual controller of the Weapon X Project.
"If I remember correctly, this guy has a massive amount of Mutant resources in his hands."
Peter rubbed his chin as the plot of the movie 'Wolverine' surfaced in his mind.
"He once created a stitched-together Mutant who possessed multiple abilities at once."
That version of Deadpool, although ugly with his mouth sealed shut,
Indeed integrated Wolverine's healing, Cyclops's optic blasts, and Wraith's teleportation.
Though that modification was crude,
And one could even say it was purely making a human into a weapon, the technical ideas within it definitely had merit.
"Stryker has studied Mutants for decades; he must have accumulated many excellent Mutant genes and might even have special technology to inhibit genetic conflict."
Peter's eyes turned playful.
"Since I've already had a scrap with Magneto, I'll likely have to deal with the X-Men in the future."
"So it seems quite reasonable to pay Stryker a visit along the way, doesn't it?"
"Learn from his technology and empty out his material library while I'm at it. It'll enrich my methods and count as getting rid of a public menace."
"After all, Stryker is a standard villain. Taking him out will surely yield plenty of rewards."
In his heart, Peter silently sentenced Stryker to death and reserved his status as a future experience pack.
However, that was a plan for the future.
The priority right now
Was to complete his own ultimate enhancement to prepare for merging Sovereign's genes.
"Whew..."
Peter let out a long breath and turned to Gwen.
"Gwen, I'm going to perform an important cultivation next."
His expression became incredibly serious.
"No matter what you see later, or what changes happen to me, do not be surprised, and do not disturb me."
Seeing her boyfriend being so solemn,
Gwen immediately nodded obediently and retreated to a corner of the lab, watching Peter tensely.
"Don't worry, I'll stay right here. Not even a fly will get in."
"Thanks."
Peter walked to the open space in the center of the lab.
He sat down cross-legged.
He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and entered a state of mind as calm as still water.
His consciousness sank into the system interface.
There,
Shining skill icons were quietly lined up.
Peter's gaze passed over [Armament Haki] and [Jade Spirit Breathing Technique].
Finally,
He locked onto the core martial arts skill that had accompanied him for a long time—
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist (LV6)]
This was the cornerstone of his current combat system and the fastest, most direct way to increase his constitution attribute.
"System, add points!"
Peter roared low in his heart, "Max out Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist for me!"
[System Prompt: 1 Skill Point consumed.]
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist level increased: LV6 -> LV7.]
[System Prompt: 1 Skill Point consumed.]
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist level increased: LV7 -> LV8.]
[System Prompt: 1 Skill Point consumed.]
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist level increased: LV8 -> LV9.]
With three consecutive upgrades,
Peter felt his body turn into a greedy black hole, frantically devouring the free energy around him.
His muscles trembled, and his bones were restructuring.
In his mind, countless images of ancient martial arts sages practicing flashed by.
But it wasn't enough.
"The final step!"
Peter looked at the last hurdle. Upgrading from LV9 to LV10 (Perfection Realm) required double the resources.
[System Prompt: 2 Skill Points consumed.]
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist level increased: LV9 -> LV10.]
"Boom!"
The moment the skill level jumped to LV10, it was as if a supernova had exploded in Peter's mind.
Chapter 97: Fusing the Third Ability
In the real World.
A wild wind suddenly swirled out of nowhere inside the laboratory.
This wind wasn't caused by air currents, but was condensed from the aura erupting from within Peter's body.
Gwen covered her mouth in surprise.
She saw a faint, azure-blue halo, resembling flowing water, emerge around Peter's body.
The halo circulated endlessly.
It felt like a gentle stream, yet also like an unfathomable ocean.
In Peter's World of consciousness, he felt as if he were experiencing a long cycle of reincarnation.
He saw himself.
Living in seclusion deep in the mountains and old forests, washing under waterfalls, and meditating on rocks.
Ten years, twenty years, fifty years...
Day after day, Peter threw punches, moving from fierce to soft, from complex to simplified.
Until finally.
He forgot the techniques; he forgot victory and defeat.
He didn't even need to throw a punch; just by standing there, he was the flowing water, he was the rock.
All things can be shattered, yet only flowing water does not contend.
When he opened his eyes again.
That weathered and profound gaze didn't look like a twenty-year-old youth at all, but like a grandmaster of a generation.
[Skill Feedback: Congratulations! You have cultivated 'Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist' to the highest realm.]
[You have comprehended the ultimate essence of martial arts.]
[To bear this World-shaking martial arts cultivation, your physical body is undergoing an ultimate reshaping!]
[Attributes increased!]
[Strength +300!]
[Agility +50!]
[Constitution +150!]
[Spirit +100!]
A terrifying stream of data refreshed frantically on the system panel.
Excluding equipment bonuses...
The raw attribute increase from this upgrade alone was equivalent to the sum of several Super Soldiers!
Peter could clearly feel that every single one of his cells had undergone a qualitative change.
His bones were no longer simple calcium; they now possessed a jade-like translucent texture, with a hardness comparable to alloy.
His muscle fiber density was astonishingly high, yet soft like water, capable of stretching and deforming at will.
Most satisfying of all...
Was Peter's Constitution attribute. Originally, after fusing the Healing Factor, his Constitution had reached 350 points.
Now.
With the enhancement of the LV10 fist technique, it directly broke through the 500-point mark!
500 points of Constitution.
This was exactly the threshold for fusing the Sovereign's gene.
"Success comes when conditions are ripe."
Peter slowly stood up. There was no earth-shattering eruption of aura, nor did he crush the floor.
He was like an ordinary old man doing morning exercises.
He stood up in an utterly unremarkable manner.
But as Gwen looked at Peter now, she actually had the illusion of not daring to approach him.
It was as if the person before her...
Though close at hand, was like a towering mountain far on the horizon.
"Peter... you..."
Gwen asked stutteringly, "Are you okay? What was with that wind just now?"
Peter turned his head.
The weathered look in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced once more by a clear and gentle smile.
"I'm fine, I've just mastered my martial arts thoroughly."
Peter clenched his fist.
He felt that even though his power had surged several-fold, his control was even more refined than before.
This was the realm of a grandmaster.
Power was no longer a wild horse, but a part of his body, as natural as his own limbs.
Even though he now...
Possessed the strength to blow up an aircraft carrier with a single punch, he could also precisely control that strength to pick up an ant without harming it in the slightest.
"Is this Bang's realm?"
Peter thought to himself.
"No, it's even stronger, because I have the foundation of the Super Spider and the Healing Factor."
He glanced at the system panel, where [Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist (LV10)] had already turned gold.
"Constitution meets the standard, control is perfect—everything is ready, all that's missing is the final push."
A Constitution attribute of over 500 points gave Peter a nearly arrogant illusion.
It felt as if even now...
Even without wearing his suit, if he were thrown directly into outer space, he could rely on this physical body to endure for a while without dying.
This wasn't blind confidence; it was the assurance brought by a leap in his life level.
"Whew..."
Peter exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Looking at his girlfriend beside him, whose eyes held both admiration and worry, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Peter."
Gwen looked at the now calm Peter and couldn't help but ask.
"Your aura was so scary just now. Looking at you, are you ready to fuse the second ability?"
"Let me correct you, classmate Stacy."
Peter held up three fingers and waved them in front of Gwen, his tone carrying a hint of mystery.
"Strictly speaking, this will be my third ability."
"As for the second one... while you were passing the time just now, I already finished fusing it."
"Eh? When?" Gwen's eyes widened in surprise.
"Just now."
Peter pointed to his arm, which was as smooth as ever.
"That was the Healing Factor. It will be the cornerstone of my body and the confidence for me to challenge this big guy next."
After saying that, Peter spoke no more.
He turned and walked to the biological cultivation chamber, his expression becoming more focused than ever before.
The next operation allowed for no mistakes.
Peter took out the sample bottle marked with a red label from the system space.
Inside it...
Were a few drops of genetic fluid emitting a faint golden halo.
[Sample Source: Sovereign]
[Mutant Level: Omega-level Mutant]
Peter skillfully operated the mechanical arm, injecting the few drops of pre-adapted genetic liquid into a spider egg.
"Gene transcription beginning."
Data on the screen jumped frantically.
Unlike the violent nature of the Sabretooth gene or the eeriness of Mister Negative's gene...
This gene fusion process presented a nearly holy sense of grandeur.
Those few drops of golden liquid seemed to possess their own will.
They dominantly invaded the spider egg's nucleus, forcibly rewriting the life code within.
"Vrrr—"
A low-frequency vibration echoed inside the cultivation chamber.
A few minutes later.
There was no sound of a shell cracking.
The spider egg simply dissipated into points of light, replaced by a creature suspended in mid-air.
It still had the form of a spider.
But its body didn't seem to be made of flesh and blood; instead, it appeared to be carved from pure golden crystal.
Its eight legs were slender and elegant.
Its entire body radiated a dazzling golden light, and the surrounding air distorted slightly due to a powerful psychokinetic field.
It didn't crawl but floated out of thin air, like a high-and-mighty spider deity inspecting the mortal realm.
[Model: Sovereign Spider]
"This is..."
Gwen looked at the creature, which was so beautiful it seemed unreal, and subconsciously held her breath.
"This gene comes from a Mutant called the Sovereign."
Peter stared at the golden spider, his eyes burning with intensity.
"He is an old antique who has lived for hundreds of years, and an undisputed Omega-level Mutant."
"Omega Level?"
Gwen repeated the term in confusion.
"Yes."
Peter patiently explained to his girlfriend.
"In this World, superhumans are also graded."
"Most Mutants only have some strange minor abilities, but Omega Levels are at the pinnacle of the Mutant pyramid."
"This means their potential is immeasurable, and theoretically infinite."
"They can easily destroy cities and fight armies single-handedly."
"And what I'm about to fuse is precisely that kind of power."
Peter's voice dripped with ambition: "Telekinesis, telepathy, energy manipulation... and a certain level of immortality."
Gwen listened, dumbfounded.
Although she knew Peter was strong, terms like 'destroying cities' and 'immortality' were still beyond her imagination.
"Are you ready, little guy?"
Peter opened the shield of the cultivation chamber.
The golden Sovereign Spider did not move, hovering quietly as if waiting for its host's acceptance.
Peter took a deep breath and extended his right hand.
"Come!"
Under the guidance of Peter's will, the golden spider slowly drifted down, its eight legs gently embracing Peter's wrist.
Immediately after...
Its golden mouthparts suddenly pierced in!
BOOM!!!!!
No prelude, no buffer.
The moment the venom was injected, Peter felt as if he had swallowed a detonating nuclear bomb.
It wasn't ordinary pain.
The Sabretooth gene modification was a physical tearing, but the Sovereign gene modification was a bombardment of the soul.
A vast, ocean-like, and thunderously violent golden energy...
Followed the meridians of Peter's arm, instantly rushing into his brain, and then radiating wildly from his brain to every part of his body.
"Ugh—aaah!!!"
Even with Peter's 500-point Constitution and tough willpower...
He couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a suppressed low roar.
His eyes turned pure gold, and two substantial beams of golden light shot out from his eye sockets, reaching half a meter long.
Not only that...
Peter's body began to glow.
Golden magma seemed to flow under his skin, and his veins turned into golden patterns.
A powerful psychokinetic storm erupted with him as the center.
The surrounding lab benches, chairs, documents, and even the heavy Gene Sequencer trembled uncontrollably and floated up.
"Peter!!"
Gwen was terrified by this sudden turn of events.
She felt a massive force pushing her back.
She had to activate her spider abilities to stick to the floor to avoid being blown away.
She watched Peter, who was glowing all over as if he were about to explode, and shouted anxiously:
"Peter! Are you okay?! Do you need me to do anything?!"
"Don't... don't come over!"
Peter gritted his teeth, struggling to squeeze out a few words through the gaps.
His voice became grand and layered, as if several people were speaking simultaneously.
"I'm fine... don't be afraid... this is a normal reaction."
Though he said he was fine, Peter knew in his heart that he had bitten off a lot this time.
The Sovereign's gene was simply too dominant.
This was, after all, Omega Level power; it wasn't like the Sabretooth gene that merely strengthened the physical body.
What it brought...
Was an all-encompassing leap in life that involved both the spiritual and material levels.
Peter felt...
Every one of his brain cells was being forcibly expanded, and every inch of his bones was being infused and forged by golden energy.
This feeling...
Was like a bottle that could only hold one liter of water suddenly being forcibly filled with the volume of an entire river.
Full.
He was about to burst.
If not controlled, this energy would not only destroy the lab...
It might even wash Peter's consciousness into that of an idiot, or cause his physical body to disintegrate because it couldn't bear the load.
"Relying solely on Constitution to tank this is too painful."
Golden beads of sweat seeped from Peter's forehead.
"Although calculations show I won't die, this process is like being tortured, and too much energy is leaking—it's too wasteful."
Despite his precise calculations...
Showing he could rely on his powerful willpower to endure this violent enhancement...
In the end...
Peter still didn't want to just tank it with his willpower.
That would be far too uncomfortable.
He needed an outlet, or rather, a 'Commander' who could coordinate and guide this massive energy.
Chapter 98: Breakthrough via Stat Points
"It looks like I'll have to spend more money."
Peter's consciousness remained calm despite the severe pain as he decisively focused his attention on the system panel.
There,
a skill icon shimmering with a cyan halo was vibrating slightly.
It seemed to sense the foreign golden tide within his body.
[Jade Spirit Breathing Technique (LV1)]
This cultivation technique he had drawn earlier was only at LV1.
However, the quality of the'spiritual power' it produced was extremely high; it had played a major role back when he was merging the Sabretooth genes.
"Since spiritual power can mediate genetic conflicts, then a higher level of spiritual power must be able to harness this Omega energy!"
Peter steeled his resolve.
He glanced at his remaining stock of skill points.
After a series of expenditures, he still had a full 20 skill points left.
This was a massive fortune.
"Though skill points are precious, the effect of the Jade Spirit Breathing Technique is definitely worth the price."
In Peter's mind,
the value of this cultivation technique was even higher than the Sovereign's genes.
After all,
one was a foreign mutation, while the other was the foundation of his own cultivation.
"I'll use them! Out with the old, in with the new!"
Peter no longer hesitated and slammed his will onto the upgrade button.
"System! Upgrade Jade Spirit Breathing Technique!"
[System Prompt: Upgrading from LV1 to LV2 requires 2 skill points. Confirm?]
The Jade Spirit Breathing Technique was indeed a high-level skill.
His previous Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist
only cost two skill points in total to reach the max level of LV10.
But for this Jade Spirit Breathing Technique,
just upgrading from LV1 to LV2 required two whole precious skill points.
"Confirm!"
Two skill points vanished instantly.
Boom—!!!
If Peter's body had been a chaotic scene after a nuclear explosion just now,
then at this moment,
a cool, grand, and orderly cyan current, like a heavenly river pouring down,
appeared out of thin air within his Dantian.
[Jade Spirit Breathing Technique Level Up: LV1 -> LV2 (Early Foundation Establishment Stage)]
[Skill Feedback: Your Qi Sea Dantian has expanded tenfold. Spiritual power purity increased.]
[Trait Unlocked: Psionic Assimilation.]
As the technique upgraded, the total amount of spiritual power in Peter's body surged instantly.
This cyan spiritual power
didn't just act as a lubricant like before; instead, it displayed the overbearing side of cultivation power.
Assimilation.
It was like a giant dragon, roaring as it charged into that chaotic Storm of golden energy.
A miraculous scene occurred.
The Sovereign's telekinetic energy, which had been violent, disordered, and destructive,
suddenly became docile upon meeting this cyan spiritual power, as if it had encountered its natural enemy—or its monarch.
Even more shocking,
the two forces did not cancel each other out.
They began to fuse.
The cyan spiritual power and the golden telekinetic energy intertwined and spiraled together.
Finally,
they converged within Peter's meridians into a brand-new, dark-gold high-level energy flow.
This was a new power that combined the endless vitality of cultivation spiritual power with the psionic telekinesis of a Mutant!
"So strong..."
Peter felt the pressure inside him vanish, replaced by an unprecedented sense of control.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The golden light in his eyes receded, turning into deep, dark-gold pupils.
The floating objects around him also seemed to lose their support, gently falling back to their original places.
Phew...
Peter exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
This breath was no longer a white mist but was filled with tiny golden specks that lingered in the air for a long time.
"Success."
He clenched his fists, feeling the dark-gold torrent rushing through his body.
"System, open panel."
[Host: Peter Parker]
[Level: LV9]
[Strength: 1145 -> 2250]
[Agility: 267 -> 1520]
[Spirit: 307 -> 1650]
[Constitution: 350 -> 1480]
[New Energy Bar: Psionic Power - 1000/1000]
Looking at this series of skyrocketing stats,
Peter couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The Sovereign's genes brought powerful bonuses, directly causing all his attributes besides Strength to more than double!
This meant
his speed, health pool, brain processing power, perception range, and telekinetic strength... had all reached an inhuman level.
Combined with the Healing Factor he had merged earlier,
it would be truly difficult for the current Peter to die even if he wanted to.
Most importantly... that gray [Energy] column had finally lit up!
[Psionic Power].
This was the product of combining cultivation spiritual power with Mutant X-abilities.
"Finally, I'm no longer a warrior who only knows how to basic attack."
Peter raised his right hand, and with a thought,
Buzz—
A ball of dark-gold radiance condensed in his palm.
This was no longer a skill forcibly activated by physical strength, but true energy projection.
He looked at a metal test tube rack not far away without moving a muscle.
His eyes merely narrowed slightly.
"Rise."
The test tube rack, weighing several kilograms, floated into the air and hung steadily in mid-air.
Then,
under Peter's mental control, it began to deform and twist at will, eventually being crushed into a perfect metal sphere.
"Telekinesis... is this the power of an Omega Level?"
Peter marveled.
"Although I'm not yet at Magneto's level of destroying a city, this is only the beginning."
"As the level of the Jade Spirit Breathing Techniqueincreases, my psionic power will only get stronger and stronger."
"Peter?"
Gwen, who had been hiding in the corner, saw that everything had returned to calm and walked over cautiously.
Looking at her boyfriend, whose presence had completely changed, her eyes were filled with shock.
"You succeeded?"
She was reading Chapter 98: Breakthrough via Stat Points, completely immersed.
"Of course."
Peter turned around, the dark-gold light in his eyes fading as they returned to their usual clarity.
He smiled and opened his arms; his lab coat fluttered without any wind, as if an invisible pair of wings was supporting him.
"Right now, I feel like I could punch the moon into pieces... well, just kidding, but blowing up a satellite should be no problem."
Peter gently pulled Gwen into his arms and pressed a kiss onto her forehead.
"Don't worry anymore, Gwen. The experiment was perfect."
Feeling the power within him—as vast as an abyss and as deep as the sea, seemingly infinite—
an unprecedented confidence welled up in Peter's heart.
He was in high spirits.
This was the most accurate description of him at this moment.
The improvement brought by the Sovereign's Omega Levelgenes was simply terrifying.
It wasn't just an increase in telekinesis; it was a leap in the level of his lifeform.
This all-around enhancement
gave Peter an illusion that as long as he wished, he could even punch the Osborn Tower beneath his feet into dust.
"And this is only from merging three abilities..."
Peter looked down at his hands, the light of ambition flashing in his eyes.
"If I merge a few more Omega Level genes, like Phoenix, Magneto, Storm..."
"By then, wouldn't I be able to directly achieve sainthood in the flesh and become a 'Spider God' walking the earth?"
Once this thought appeared, it grew wildly like weeds.
However,
Peter quickly calmed down. He knew that power needed verification.
Just having numbers on a data panel wasn't enough.
He needed a real battle, or at least a satisfying test, to figure out where his current limits truly lay.
"Where should I test it?"
Peter looked around.
The heavy weapons testing ground in the basement of Osborn Tower?
Peter shook his head.
"No, that place is too fragile."
When Norman and Harry went to test, they were still within the category of 'Super Soldiers'.
The concrete walls and steel plates there could still barely hold up.
But for the current Peter?
Those so-called defensive fortifications were no different from paper.
A casual strike from him now,
a Flowing Water Rock Shattering Elbow imbued with psionic and telekinetic energy, would likely be more terrifying than a Tomahawk cruise missile.
If he really started practicing in the Underground Room,
the entire Osborn Tower, along with the thousands of employees above, would probably suffer.
"I need to find somewhere open, unmanaged, and where I can mess around as much as I want."
Countless thoughts flashed through Peter's mind.
Looking at his girlfriend's exquisite face, he suddenly had a whim.
"Student Gwen."
The corners of Peter's mouth curled into a mischievous smile as he reached out to wrap his arm around Gwen's slender waist.
"Even though it's working hours, as your mentor, I think we need to pause this boring internship for a bit."
"Eh?"
Gwen was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "Are you saying... we're skipping work?"
"No, no, no, this is called a 'field study'."
Peter talked nonsense with a straight face.
"Do you want to go for a spin with me? And while we're at it, experience what true 'Fast and Furious' means?"
"Where to?"
Gwen's interest was instantly piqued.
Ever since gaining her spider abilities, she had also become restless; the vitality surging in her veins made it hard for Gwen to sit quietly in a lab.
"Hmm..."
Peter pondered for a moment.
His gaze pierced through the floor-to-ceiling window, looking toward the distant skyline.
Since he wanted to test his abilities, he had to find somewhere where no one knew him, with good scenery, and where he could fully let loose.
"How about we go see the sights in Hawaii?"
Peter casually tossed out a highly seductive proposal.
"I hear the sun, sand, and bikinis there are great, and I haven't seen the scenery of a tropical island yet."
"Let's go on a vacation?"
"Hawaii?!"
Gwen covered her mouth in surprise, but then looked at the clock on the wall with some confusion.
"But we haven't prepared anything, we haven't packed, what time is our flight? Are there even tickets left?"
In her view,
going to Hawaii was a long-distance trip; the flight time alone would be over ten hours.
"Flight?"
Peter couldn't help but laugh as he watched his girlfriend seriously considering flight schedules.
He held up a finger and shook it gently.
"Honey, you're thinking too small."
Peter pulled Gwen into his embrace, letting her press tightly against his chest.
"We're superhumans."
"Taking a commercial flight? That's how ordinary people travel. Having to go through security, wait in line, endure cramped seats..."
"Since I have new abilities, I naturally have to take you there in the coolest way possible."
A golden glint flashed in Peter's eyes.
"Don't worry about all that. Just hold me tight, and I'll fly you straight there."
"Fly... fly there?"
Before Gwen could process the meaning of those words, Peter had already started to move.
"Perfect, I'll use this trip to test the power of my new energy."
Peter took a deep breath and sank his consciousness into his Dantian.
There, the originally calm sea of spiritual power instantly began to boil.
What he was going to use
was the skill he had long since mastered—Fraud Magic.
Although the effect was good—it allowed for invisibility and teleportation—
because the energy conversion efficiency was low,
it was like using gasoline to power a nuclear reactor; the teleportation distance was at most a dozen meters, useful only for passing through walls or backstabbing.
But things were different now.
Peter now possessed Psionic Power.
This was a high-dimensional energy far superior to Chakra, internal force, or mana.
"Spiritual power can serve as a universal energy source to drive the vast majority of skills, and with stronger effects."
Peter's heart was full of anticipation.
"Then let me see what kind of chemical reaction is produced when using a cultivator's mana to drive skills!"
"Target: Outside Osborn Tower. Direction: Southwest."
Peter didn't set very specific coordinates.
He just wanted to teleport out of the building first, then slowly fly Gwen the rest of the way.
"Fraud Magic... Psionic Version, activate!"
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Chapter 99: Aerial Sparring
Buzz—!!!
Previously, the commotion when activating a skill felt like a gentle breeze brushing against the face.
But this time...
Peter felt as if he were standing in the eye of a storm.
In that instant, one-tenth of the dark-gold psionic energy within him was mobilized.
But just that one-tenth, once injected into the skill model of [Fraud Magic], triggered a terrifying spatial resonance.
Whoosh!
The two figures vanished instantly from the laboratory.
...
The next second.
The cool air from the air conditioner was gone, as was the hum of the laboratory.
In their place...
...a blast of sweltering, dry wind and sand slapped them hard in the face.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Peter and Gwen let go of each other almost simultaneously, bending over and coughing.
"What... cough... what's going on?"
Peter waved a hand to disperse the dust in front of him, feeling as if a handful of sand had been shoved down his throat.
He looked up.
He had expected to see the glittering night view of New York, but the sight that met his eyes left Peter completely dumbfounded.
There were no skyscrapers, no bustling traffic.
Only an endless stretch of Gobi desert, jagged rocks, and giant cacti swaying in the wind.
In the distance...
...one could faintly see rolling red-soil mountain ranges, presenting a desolate and magnificent beauty under the sunlight.
This was the wilderness, the true wilderness.
"Holy..."
Peter stared wide-eyed, looking around.
"Where the hell did we teleport to? I just wanted to leave Osborn Tower and get some fresh air!"
Gwen was even more startled.
She gripped Peter's arm tightly, looking at the completely unfamiliar environment, her voice trembling slightly.
"Peter, wh-where is this?"
Gwen asked in panic.
"Weren't we just in the lab? How did we... in the blink of an eye... is this still the United States? Did we go to Mars?"
It wasn't her fault for letting her imagination run wild; the terrain here did look a bit like the surface of Mars.
"Don't panic, don't panic."
Peter quickly reassured his girlfriend while raising his wrist to activate his smart bracelet.
"Positioning system activated. Querying current location."
A few seconds later.
A holographic map unfolded above the bracelet.
Looking at the flashing red dot coordinates, Peter sucked in a breath of cold air.
[Current Location: New Mexico.]
"New Mexico?!"
Peter couldn't help but exclaim, "One slip and I ended up in the home of Breaking Bad?!"
This was just too ridiculous!
He never expected that the difference between using [Stamina] and [Psionic Energy] to drive a skill would be like night and day.
It was like the same gun.
Before, Peter used gunpowder bullets with a range of only a few hundred meters.
Now, it had been replaced by electromagnetic rail acceleration—one shot, and it hit the other side of the Planet!
"Is this the value of a cultivation technique?"
Peter looked at his hands, his heart filled with both shock and ecstasy.
Just a Level 2 Jade Spirit Breathing Technique.
Just one-tenth of his psionic energy reserves.
It had evolved [Fraud Magic], which was originally just a small assassin's dash skill, into a strategic-grade [Ultra-Long Distance Spatial Teleportation]!
Teleporting three thousand kilometers! And carrying a person!
Although Peter felt he had consumed quite a bit of psionic energy, even feeling a hint of exhaustion...
...this cost-performance ratio was simply terrifyingly high.
"Now... Spider-Man's territory won't just be Hells Kitchenor New York."
In Peter's mind...
...a grand blueprint quickly took shape.
"If I raise the level of my technique a bit more and the psionic energy in my body becomes even more vast, wouldn't I be able to teleport all over the Earth?"
"Eating a bagel in New York in the morning, feeding pigeons in Paris at noon, and eating sushi in Tokyo at night—it's no longer just a dream."
Even more terrifying...
...was this ability combined with his [Shadow Clone Jutsu].
"If I can deploy shadow clones all over the world..."
Peter swallowed hard.
"Wouldn't that be establishing a global 'Spider-ManNetwork' single-handedly?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Avengers? In terms of mobility, they'll all be eating my dust from now on!"
Thinking of this...
...the excitement in Peter's heart was simply beyond words.
This accidental "loss of control" had allowed him to see the upper limit of his potential clearly.
"Peter? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Seeing Peter dazed, Gwen shook his arm. "Are we unable to go back? It's so desolate here, will there be coyotes?"
Peter snapped out of it.
Looking at his worried girlfriend, he immediately broke into a confident smile.
"Don't worry, honey."
Peter gently patted the back of her hand.
"Although I used a bit too much force just now and went slightly off course, it doesn't affect our date."
"This is New Mexico."
"It might not be Hawaii, but this kind of'smoke rising straight in the desert' scenery has its own unique flavor, doesn't it?"
"New Mexico?!"
Gwen was also shocked. "We crossed half of the United States in an instant?!"
"Exactly."
Peter nodded proudly. "That is your boyfriend's current strength."
He didn't choose to teleport back, but instead decided to continue the plan that had just been interrupted.
"Since we're already out."
"Then let's officially try it—flying."
Peter looked up at the blue sky, free of light pollution, his heart filled with heroic ambition.
He possessed the Sovereign's ability.
Theoretically, he could completely break free from the shackles of gravity.
"Come."
Peter turned, faced Gwen, and reached out both hands.
This time.
He didn't use Web fluid, nor any external force.
Bending slightly, one hand went under Gwen's knees and the other around her back, lifting her in a standard bridal carry.
"Hold on tight."
Peter looked down at Gwen in his arms, his eyes flashing with dark-gold light.
Gwen obediently wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, pressing her face against his chest and listening to his powerful heartbeat.
"Take off!"
Peter thought to himself.
The psionic energy in his body combined with telekinesis, turning into an invisible force field that enveloped both their bodies.
At this moment.
Earth's gravity seemed to fail.
Without the roar of a jet or the flapping of wings, Peter's feet slowly left the gravel-covered ground.
One meter, two meters, ten meters...
The speed grew faster and faster.
"Whoosh—"
The sound of wind began to howl in their ears.
Gwen opened her eyes in surprise and looked down.
She saw the cacti and rocks on the ground rapidly shrinking, while her field of vision became wider and wider.
Like a pair of deities breaking free from the Earth's bonds, they shot straight toward the heavens.
One hundred meters.
Five hundred meters.
One thousand meters.
Peter controlled his telekinesis.
He formed a transparent, shuttle-shaped shield around them, blocking the high-altitude cold winds and air currents.
This ensured Gwen wouldn't feel the slightest discomfort in his arms.
"Oh my god..."
Gwen looked around.
Beneath her feet were thousands of miles of desert and mountains, looking like a brown-gray oil painting under the sun.
Above her head was the Milky Way, seemingly within reach, breathtakingly brilliant.
"Is this what flying feels like?"
Gwen murmured to herself.
This was completely different from swinging on webs; web-swinging required finding anchor points and was limited by the height of buildings.
But now.
They were truly free; the world was vast, and they could roam as they pleased.
"How does it feel?"
Peter hovered at an altitude of two thousand meters and looked down to ask.
"It's so beautiful, it's like a dream," Gwen remarked.
"That's the spirit."
Peter smiled and adjusted his posture, leaning forward.
"Since we're already in New Mexico, let's go see the Grand Canyon while we're at it. It'll only take a few minutes anyway."
"Sit tight, we're going to accelerate!"
"Boom!"
Telekinetic power erupted.
Holding Gwen, Peter turned into a dark-gold meteor.
He carved a magnificent trail across the sky ten thousand meters up, hurtling toward the western horizon.
This flight...
...for Peter, who had just been promoted to the "Cultivator Version of Spider-Man," was a carnival to test his power.
And for Gwen...
...it was the most romantic and crazy date of her life.
...
Above the New Mexico desert.
A dark-gold stream of light tore through the night sky at an incredible speed.
If there were any...
...astronomy enthusiasts with telescopes set up on the ground, they might have thought they were seeing a retrograde comet streaking across the sky.
Peter held Gwen.
"Boom—"
While it was as quiet as could be inside the shield, outside, Peter's figure had long since broken the sound barrier.
Mach 1, Mach 2... the speed was still climbing.
This was Peter's first time flying with his physical body, but the talent he displayed was staggering.
Unlike Iron Man, who needed to rely on thrusters and complex flight control systems to maintain balance...
...Peter's flight originated entirely from the drive of his will.
That feeling...
...was like a fish swimming in water, or a bird gliding on the wind.
He didn't even need to consciously fight gravity.
With just a thought, the surrounding space would automatically lift him and speed him in the direction he desired.
"This is freedom."
Peter looked down at Gwen in his arms.
At several times the speed of sound, an ordinary person's internal organs would have ruptured long ago.
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But under Peter's exquisitely detailed telekinetic protection, she didn't even feel the slightest turbulence.
It was as steady as lying on her own sofa.
"So fast..."
Gwen looked through the transparent barrier of the shield at the ground rapidly receding below.
The massive Grand Canyon.
In her field of vision at this moment, it looked like a winding scar on the Earth, spectacular and deep.
But at this extreme speed...
This scar only appeared for a few seconds before being left far behind.
"This is much faster than a plane, isn't it?" Gwen exclaimed in wonder.
"Of course," Peter said with a confident smile.
"Planes are just conventional machines; they have limits. But now, if I wanted to, I could even catch up to a missile."
As the flight gradually stabilized, Peter began to try more tricks.
In the air,
he performed several beautiful sudden stops and turns, even ascending at one point to a height where the curvature of the Earth was clearly visible.
However,
as time passed, the scenery outside the shield began to grow a bit monotonous.
After New Mexico came Arizona.
Looking down, beneath them lay an endless expanse of Gobi, desert, and red rock.
Under the sunlight,
this desolate land also took on a bleak grey hue.
Though it seemed magnificent at first glance, looking at it for too long inevitably produced a hollow sense of visual fatigue.
"Is the American West always this empty? It feels like being on another Planet."
"This area is mostly uninhabited to begin with,"
Peter explained.
"But it's precisely because there are so few people that it's suitable for us to fly so recklessly."
The two of them chatted idly in the air.
This atmosphere, with only each other and far from the hustle and bustle of the world, brought their hearts closer together.
Suddenly,
Gwen seemed to think of something and looked up, her deep blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Peter."
"Hmm?"
"You've become so strong now. Not only can you defeat those villains and do scientific research, but you can even fly physically and teleport."
There was a hint of half-joking, half-serious inquiry in Gwen's tone.
"Do you think one day you'll suddenly decide to become the President of the United States for fun?"
In Gwen's eyes now,
her boyfriend was practically an omnipotent god.
With such power and wisdom,
if he were just a masked vigilante or a corporate consultant, wouldn't that be a waste of talent?
"President?"
Peter was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
That was certainly an interesting flight of fancy.
He teased with a smile, "If I really became President, wouldn't you be the first lady of the United States?"
"first lady?"
Gwen blinked, a picture forming in her mind of herself in an evening gown, arm-in-arm with Peter on the White Houselawn.
Immediately after,
she thought of an even more interesting point.
"Wait, if I'm the first lady, then you're the Commander-in-Chief. Then my dad..."
Gwen couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"Captain George Stacy would become your subordinate's subordinate's subordinate?"
"Oh my god, that image is too funny."
"If he knew that the Spider-Man he tries to catch every day had become his ultimate boss, he'd go crazy with rage."
"That would be wonderful."
Gwen laughed so hard she shook. "If you run for office, I'll definitely vote for you!"
"Alright, it's a deal."
Peter was also amused by Gwen's wild imagination.
"In order to get my father-in-law George to salute me, I'll have to consider the suggestion."
Amidst their laughter, the scenery below changed once again.
The Nevada state line flashed by.
On the land ahead, a sea of dazzling light suddenly appeared.
That was Las Vegas.
In the middle of this desert, the gambling city was like a giant burning diamond, with countless neon lights painting the sky in color.
"It's the gambling city!"
Gwen pointed at the massive patch of light below.
"Want to go down and play a few rounds?" Peter asked. "I have X-ray vision and telekinesis; I guarantee I could win all their money."
"No way."
Gwen shook her head. "That's cheating. Besides, aren't we going to Hawaii? I'd rather see the ocean."
"As you wish, my lady."
Peter accelerated again.
The lights of Las Vegas were quickly left behind.
They crossed high mountain ranges—the Sierra Nevadaand the Coast Ranges.
As they crossed the last ridge,
the view suddenly opened up.
The silent land disappeared, replaced by a deep, vast ocean that seemed to connect the ends of heaven and Earth.
Countless glimmers of light outlined the winding coastline.
Los Angeles.
And the entire California coastline was right beneath their feet.
"It's the ocean!"
Gwen pointed down excitedly. "We've reached the West Coast!"
"That's right, this is the Pacific Ocean."
Peter controlled his form, slowly lowering his altitude from the stratosphere to a height of several thousand meters.
The salty sea breeze seemed to be conveyed through their vision.
"It really feels different."
Gwen leaned against Peter's chest, looking down at the ocean surface, which was as calm as a mirror.
"My father brought me here on a trip when I was little. I remember the Atlantic Ocean on the East Coast was always turbulent and darker in color."
"But the sea on the West Coast... it looks wider and calmer."
"That's what the geography books say,"
Peter said with a laugh.
"But if you run into a hurricane, the Pacific is anything but 'pacific'."
The two hovered over the coastline, admiring the rare night view.
However,
just as Peter was preparing to accelerate again and fly straight to Hawaii in one go,
Gwen, in his arms, suddenly shifted her body, her brow furrowing slightly.
She seemed a bit uncomfortable.
"Peter..."
Gwen spoke up a bit awkwardly, "Could you... change positions?"
"What's wrong?" Peter asked, looking down.
"Being held by you like this the whole time..." Gwenpointed to their current position—a standard princess carry.
"Though it's very romantic, staying in this position for so long has made my legs a bit numb, and I can't stretch my body out."
"I feel like a piece of packed luggage."
Indeed.
Flying from New Mexico to here, although fast, had taken over ten minutes.
Maintaining the same position for so long was indeed uncomfortable.
"Uncomfortable?"
Hearing this, Peter nodded. "That's my oversight. So how do you want to fly? On my back?"
"Being on your back isn't comfortable either; the wind is too strong, and it blocks the view."
Gwen shook her head.
Peter thought for a moment. By now, his control over his power had reached a subtle, meticulous level.
The spiritual energy in his body followed his will as easily as his own limbs.
He didn't need to imitate Superman or Ultraman at all, having to strike specific flight poses to maintain aerodynamics.
As long as he wanted,
Peter could even fly lying down, backwards, or in circles.
"I've got it."
Peter's eyes lit up as a bold idea came to mind.
"It should work. Let me try."
With a thought, he adjusted his own gravity field.
His body slowly tilted backward.
The flight posture of looking down at the ground, commonly seen in major films, flipped into a supine position.
Just like that, he lay flat in the air thousands of meters up.
Behind him was a thick telekinetic shield, like an invisible soft air mattress, steadily supporting Peter's back.
Gwen, who had been held in his arms,
adjusted her position along with Peter's change in posture.
She was no longer being passively held; instead, she turned around and sat astride Peter's waist.
"This way..."
Gwen adjusted her sitting position, her legs naturally gripping Peter's sides, her hands resting on his broad chest.
She tried moving her waist a bit, a look of surprise appearing on her face.
"This is much more comfortable!"
Gwen looked down at Peter from above, her long hair falling and the tips lightly brushing against his cheeks.
"The view is better too, and it feels more stable."
At this moment, the two of them seemed to be riding on a flying magic carpet.
Peter faced the sky, his back to the sea.
His view was of the clear sky above the white clouds, a magnificent sight only visible from high altitudes.
And Gwen, sitting on top of him, was the most beautiful scenery under this sky.
"This position..."
Peter looked at his girlfriend on top of him, his throat feeling a bit dry.
"It's certainly creative. Gwen, your adaptability is truly impressive."
This experience
was absolutely unprecedented for both of them, even more thrilling than that time on top of the Osborn Tower.
Because this time, they were in motion.
"Ready?"
Peter held Gwen's waist with both hands, the warmth of his palms transferring to her.
"New position unlocked; we're going to accelerate."
"Do it!"
Gwen leaned down, pressing her whole body against Peter's to reduce wind resistance, while whispering in his ear.
"Take me flying, Peter."
*Boom—*
With a thought from Peter, spiritual energy erupted.
Maintaining this intimate pose, the two turned into a streak of light, rushing into the depths of the vast Pacific Ocean.
Beneath them were vast waves; above them was the endless sky.
Between heaven and Earth,
there were only the two of them, connected in the most intimate way, racing toward the shore of freedom.
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Chapter 100: Dealing with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Over the Pacific Ocean.
A Boeing 747 airliner, like a giant silver whale, cruised steadily above the sea of clouds.
Inside the cabin.
Most of the passengers had already fallen into a deep sleep.
In a window seat in economy class, a little girl of about five or six was leaning against the window.
She stared out the window with wide eyes.
This was her first time on a plane, and she was filled with infinite curiosity about the World above the clouds.
"Mommy, the sky is so bright."
The little girl pointed at the deep night sky and whispered.
The young mother beside her was resting with an eye mask on, only responding groggily:
"Yes, baby, go to sleep. We still have a long flight ahead of us."
The little girl wasn't sleepy and continued to stare out the window in a daze.
Just then.
"Whoosh—!"
In the thin air ten thousand meters high, beneath the plane's wing.
Two intertwined figures flashed by.
Peter was flying on his back at that moment, and in that instant, the little girl saw an incredible scene.
It was a man and a woman in a strange posture.
The woman seemed to be grabbing something and shaking it, their bodies bobbing up and down in the air.
Because the movements were so large, their flight path was a bit wobbly.
The little girl's eyes instantly went round.
"Mommy! Mommy, look!"
The little girl excitedly shook her mother's arm, her voice sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet cabin.
"There are two people outside! They're flying in the sky!"
"What?"
The mother sleepily took off her eye mask and looked at her daughter helplessly.
"Stop it, Susie. We're high up outside a plane; how could there be people?"
"Really! I saw them!"
The little girl pointed out the window, urgently describing the "truth" in her eyes.
"They're fighting!"
"That big sister seems to be grabbing his things! They're fighting so hard, that big brother almost fell!"
However.
When the mother leaned over to look out the window, there was only the endless blue sky and white clouds.
Peter's flight speed was extremely fast.
Coupled with that momentary, awkward loss of control.
He had already quickly adjusted his posture, accelerated past the airliner, and disappeared into the clouds.
"See, there's nothing there."
The mother put her eye mask back on and sighed.
"Honey, you must have read too many comic books or were dreaming. Be good, close your eyes and sleep."
"I wasn't wrong..."
The little girl muttered aggrievedly, leaning back against the window, the scene from before still replaying in her small head.
She tried hard to recall those movements and suddenly felt they were somewhat familiar.
"The way they were fighting..."
The little girl talked to herself innocently.
"It looked exactly like the way you and Uncle Dick were fighting on the sofa last time..."
This innocent remark.
If heard by the father who had long since fallen asleep beside them, the rest of this flight would likely no longer be peaceful.
...
And out of the plane's sight.
Deep in the clouds, Peter was facing a serious "crash" crisis.
"Hiss—Gwen! Gentler!"
Peter took a sharp breath.
The originally steady psionic shield rippled because his attention was diverted.
The two were still sparring. Gwen was straddling Peter's waist, and her hands weren't idle.
Her slender hands, which possessed monstrous strength, were accurately gripping Peter's web-shooters.
"What are you afraid of?"
Gwen let out a bad girl's sly laugh.
She didn't let go, shaking them back and forth, left and right, like she was holding a plane's control stick.
"The ocean is below us anyway. With our physical fitness, we won't die even if we fall."
Gwen leaned forward slightly and whispered in Peter's ear.
"As Spider-Woman, I have an obligation to check if your equipment is working properly, don't I?"
"The equipment... is normal..."
Peter gritted his teeth, trying hard to maintain flight stability.
But the stimulation from the depths of his soul, combined with the dizziness from the high-altitude oxygen deficiency...
...caused the composure he took pride in to quickly collapse.
"Really? Then why do I feel like it's about to fire?"
Gwen smirked, and her hand movements suddenly quickened.
"Wait! Don't..." Peter groaned.
In an instant, the long-accumulated energy could no longer be suppressed.
"Sizzle—!"
A large amount of white Web fluid suddenly gushed out of Peter's shooter, like a high-pressure water gun bursting.
It instantly splashed onto Gwen.
It even splattered onto the surrounding telekinetic shield, coating it everywhere.
Along with this firing.
The aura inside Peter's body momentarily became disordered for a second.
"Buzz..."
The two, who were flying at high speed, suddenly slammed on the brakes in the air, then, like a plane that had lost power...
...plummeted straight down for dozens of meters, a sense of weightlessness hitting them.
"AAAAAH!"
Gwen let out a scream that was half-terror and half-excitement, hugging Peter tightly.
"Whew—"
Fortunately, Peter's reaction speed was now at the millisecond level.
At the moment of the fall, he immediately mobilized his spiritual energy, stabilized his figure, and hovered the two of them in mid-air.
"Phew... that was close."
Peter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the culprit in his arms.
"You're really bold. Weren't you afraid of actually falling? If we fell into the sea, we'd become drowned spiders."
"Heehee."
Gwen looked at Peter's disheveled and helpless state.
She laughed so hard she shook.
She looked at the white Web fluid on her clothes and didn't mind it.
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Instead, she reached out a finger, wiped some off, and pulled out a long thread.
"It seems the reserves are still quite plentiful."
Gwen teased.
"This stickiness is indeed much stronger than what's produced in the lab."
After a round of "high-altitude work," both of their emotions were greatly released.
"Alright, stop playing around."
Peter glanced down.
On the originally calm ocean surface, a string of islands appeared, scattered like pearls.
Those islands were lush and green.
Even from high up, one could feel the tropical air blowing towards them.
"Is that Hawaii over there?"
Peter tilted his head toward the bottom and asked.
"I don't know either."
Gwen straightened up from Peter's body and tidied her slightly messy clothes.
"But it probably is. I remember Hawaii is the large archipelago in the Pacific closest to the Americas, and looking at the outline of that volcano, it looks very similar."
Peter raised his left hand and glanced at the positioning on his bracelet.
[Current Location: Central North Pacific, above the Hawaiian Islands.]
[Distance to Destination: 5 kilometers from the Kauaicoastline.]
"That right, this is it."
Peter nodded, "We've arrived."
He held down Gwen's small hand, which still wanted to cause trouble, readjusted the position of the Web fluidshooter, and tucked it back into his pants.
"Since we're here, let's not hang in the sky anymore. Let's go down and experience the tropical atmosphere."
Before his voice even faded, the psionic energy inside Petersurged again.
[Fraud Magic]
"Swish!"
The two figures instantly disappeared high in the sky.
The next second.
There was no sound of wind, no sensation of falling.
When their vision cleared again, Peter and Gwen's feet were already stepping on soft, fine sand.
Surrounded by tall coconut trees, the gentle sound of waves echoed in their ears.
In the air.
The sweet scent of pineapple and seawater permeated the air.
This was a deserted beach on Kauai, the most primitive and beautiful island in the Hawaiian chain.
Instantly crossing thousands of meters, from high altitude straight to the ground.
This experience of spatial traversal made Gwen feel a bit dizzy, but mostly excited.
"Wow..."
Gwen tossed her long blonde hair.
"Is this the taste of Hawaii? It's completely different from New York!"
She looked at the picturesque scenery around her, the sunlight sprinkling on the sea surface, shimmering.
"Peter, you're amazing!"
Gwen turned around, her eyes full of love as she looked at Peter.
"I'm okay."
Peter smiled modestly and took Gwen's hand.
"Let's go, I'll walk with you. The beaches here are very famous."
The two smiled at each other.
Walking hand in hand along the coastline, the sunlight elongated their shadows, leaving behind a string of side-by-side footprints.
...
However.
While the main body was on vacation, the shadow clonewas still working hard overtime.
New York, Manhattan.
Inside a cafe with no sign and a luxurious, retro decor.
The lighting here was dim and suggestive, with smooth jazz and the rich aroma of coffee flowing through the air.
Peter's shadow clone.
...was sitting on a sofa in the corner with Coulson, two steaming cups of coffee in front of them.
Although Peter was wearing his suit.
He still rolled his mask up above his nose and took a leisurely sip.
"Tastes good."
Peter praised, "Much better than the instant coffee in the Osborn employee cafeteria."
"Glad you like it."
Coulson put down his cup and got straight to the point, staring intently at Peter.
"Agent Parker, let's not beat around the bush. S.H.I.E.L.D.is very interested in the flying device you used before."
Coulson's tone was sincere.
"Its power system, maneuverability, and obvious individual combat mounting capabilities all far exceed our current equipment."
"If you are willing to provide technical parameters, or a few prototypes..."
Speaking of which.
Coulson confidently threw out the bargaining chips he had prepared.
"In exchange, we can provide you with some internal S.H.I.E.L.D. technology. Even Stark technology, we can help you get some."
Coulson felt this was a very tempting offer.
After all.
In the eyes of the outside World, the technology of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries could be said to be ahead of the times.
However, to his surprise.
After Peter heard this, not only did he not show any excitement, but he also curled his lip in slight disdain.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. technology?"
Peter shook his head and put down his coffee cup with a crisp "clink."
"Coulson, your intel is outdated. If it were a few months ago, I might have been tempted."
"But now... I have no interest in that stuff."
"No interest?"
Coulson was stunned. "You're not unaware of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gold standard, are you?!"
"Of course I know."
Peter leaned back on the sofa and said with an indifferent expression.
"But my own capabilities are strong enough. I don't care for ordinary technology. Besides, if S.H.I.E.L.D.'s equipment were really that good, would you still need to make a deal with me?"
"As for Stark Industries' data... although it sounds tempting, I'm probably not lacking in that either."
Back in the Underground Room of Osborn Tower.
Peter had already squeezed Ivan to build an Arc Reactorand was also trying to combine it with Dr. Otto's artificial sun technology.
That bit of Stark's data was already "outdated" old stock to him.
"So, change the bargaining chip."
Peter tapped the table.
Coulson was choked up for a moment, but he reacted quickly and immediately adjusted his negotiation strategy.
"Alright, it seems your foundation in scientific research is even deeper than we imagined."
Coulson pondered for a moment.
"Then what do you want? Funding? Equipment? Or higher Agent clearance?"
More chapters available on WTR-Lab up to chapter 221.