Chapter 3: So, Writing Homework with Grey Matter...
"This is incredible!"
Peter, snapping out of that tingling sensation, immediately jumped up excitedly. "I bet Osborn is up to something. Lend me your computer." He sat down at Ben's desk and opened the old, bulky computer.
"Whirr—"
The computer case hummed.
Peter opened a webpage and typed a few keys on the keyboard. Pictures of spiders popped up. "Osborn Enterprise is researching spiders, but they're definitely not just using spider silk."
"You plan to investigate Osborn?"
"Don't you want to know how we mutated, or if there will be any negative consequences?" Peter retorted.
Ben thought to himself, You mutated because you were chosen by the Spider Totem, and I mutated because the Omnitrix protected me.
He knew far more than Peter did.
But he just shook his head. "I don't want to know at all."
Although Osborn Enterprise was still far behind Stark Industries, it was still one of the top companies in New York City. In a society where capital represents power, opposing them would only bring endless trouble.
Several of Spider-Man's enemies had inextricable ties to Osborn.
Ben had no intention of becoming a Super Hero, nor did he want to get involved in this mess.
Instead, he'd rather make good use of his Superpowers to make life easier for his not-so-wealthy family in the future.
Therefore, making money was the most important thing.
Thinking of this, Ben felt the Grey Matter in his watch summoning him.
Create a few small inventions, start his own company, name it Parker Industries. Nah, that name is unlucky, let's change it.
The name Parker Industries always made Ben think of Zhang Parker.
"It should be called Primus Technology," he muttered to himself.
"What Primus Technology?" Peter asked without looking back.
"The company I'm going to start, Peter. You'll have to work for me in the future."
"Very interesting," Peter replied perfunctorily. He opened another webpage. This time, the pictures were no longer spiders, but a blond man. "Look, Curt Connors, a famous biologist. He used to be colleagues with my dad and worked at Osborn."
"So, you suspect he knows something?" Ben asked, resting one hand on the back of the chair.
Of course, he knew the famous Lizard.
"I want to go talk to him," Peter said, his eyes lit up as if a fire had been kindled, lost in fervor. It was clear he wasn't just seeking answers about his own abilities, but also wanted to talk to his old colleague about his long-deceased parents.
Honestly, there was nothing to criticize about that.
It was just that Peter forgot that no matter what, his parents wouldn't come back to life. He was too deeply engrossed, even arguing with Uncle Ben over it. Uncle Ben and Aunt May were worried he would get hurt because of it.
"If you want to go, then go. But I won't be joining you." Ben had no blood relation to Peter's parents. He was adopted by Ben and May first, and Peter was sent to them not long after.
For him, the more important thing was to protect Ben and May, to prevent them from getting hurt.
Spider-Man could do without Uncle Ben, but he couldn't!
He didn't care about the Spider-Web Incident. Even if Hulk Spider-Man stood before him, Ben would transform into Four Arms and punch him a few times first!
"Don't you want to know what happened to your body?" Peter asked in surprise, unable to understand why Ben was indifferent to everything. "This could affect us our entire lives. We might become Super Heroes, or... Super Monsters."
"I believe that if you get research results, you won't just ignore your cousin turning into a Spider Monster," Ben said expressionlessly, grabbing Peter's shoulder and easily lifting him up. It felt like picking up a watermelon.
"What are you doing?" Peter struggled in mid-air.
Spider-Man's Superpowers didn't reach their peak the moment they were acquired. They needed time to grow and some training.
Of course, lifting a scrawny young man like Peter was too easy.
"I'm asking you to leave, of course. I didn't invite you to my room." Ben directly threw him out, then closed the door and locked it.
He still intended to keep the Omnitrix a secret for now.
Not to guard against Peter, but to guard against S.H.I.E.L.D.
"First, let me see if I can crack the Omnitrix's protection program." He activated the watch again, twisting the raised core to the Grey Matter symbol. He pressed down gently with his palm, and a green light filled the room.
The next second, his body transformed into the palm-sized Grey Matter. Grey Matter looked like a standing gray frog with very large hands and bulging eyes with horizontal pupils.
"I feel a lot of mechanical knowledge flooding into my brain!" Ben exclaimed in surprise.
He hadn't expected that transforming into Grey Matter not only made his brain much more agile, but also brought forth knowledge he hadn't understood before.
"Could it be that Galvan knowledge can be inherited through DNA? Incredible!"
However, this knowledge was clearly not enough for Ben to crack the Omnitrix. In fact, Azmuth might have considered this possibility and deliberately placed the watch's core on Grey Matter's back. This made it not only difficult to crack, but even difficult for Ben to touch it.
Ben pinched his chin, thinking. "It looks like I'll need a precision mechanical arm to work for me first."
But this wasn't easy for him. Grey Matter's brain contained a lot of knowledge, but this knowledge was too far ahead for the original Ben.
Even Einstein, upon seeing Level 20 technology, could only exclaim it was a miracle.
"I think I should be more practical," he said, clenching his right fist and hitting his left palm, clearly having thought of a good idea.
"How about finishing your homework first!"
No sooner said than done, Ben climbed onto the desk. The physics textbook on the surface was almost larger than he was. He grabbed a ballpoint pen that could be used as a weapon, bit his finger, and looked at the textbook.
"What is the minimum magnetic induction intensity and the corresponding rate of change for a sphere?" he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Earth kids learn this stuff? Unbelievable. Galvan children are born with a much higher level of intelligence."
"Simple, too simple!"
He quickly wrote down the correct answer, shaking his head as he continued writing with the pen.
In less than ten minutes, a problem that usually took him several hours to solve was easily cracked, as simple as filling in "1+1=2".
After finishing his homework, Ben looked at the computer screen, which was larger than himself, and made a gesture of rolling up his sleeves.
"Alright, now it's time to get down to business!"
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