Led by a group of scientists in white coats, Aaron saw the so-called thirteen super spiders.
"Boss, this spider is a funnel-web spider from the family Agelenidae. It can weave funnel-shaped webs as strong as steel cables, and it is also an important direction for our research."
"If the corporation can imitate and develop this super strong spider silk and apply it in the textile industry, construction industry, aviation industry, shipbuilding industry... then we will gain considerable profits."
A scientist enthusiastically introduced it to Aaron, seemingly intending to show off his abilities to the new boss and old boss to secure more research funding.
Aaron didn't listen to those words, he just glanced at the summary report.
The web of this spider surpassed all original spider silks in every aspect and it also possessed greater sensory abilities.
Aaron had tested before that devouring the same but more powerful species could also enhance his abilities in that area to a certain extent. This characteristic could be cumulatively enhanced.
In other words, his devouring ability had no upper limit. The only limit was these creatures.
The abilities he gained were, to some extent, also determined by the strength of the corresponding functional characteristics of the devoured object.
He already possessed Spider-Sense, but relatively speaking, it was quite ordinary.
Spider-Man's sensory abilities were comparable to prophecy, and more practical.
As he watched, Aaron looked at the electronic microscope next to him.
This thing... it seems, can also be devoured?
Optical microscopes, electron microscopes, as well as telescopes, astronomical telescopes...
He could also melt certain special metals, Vibranium, Uru, Adamantium...
Aaron fell into deep thought.
He had already tried to overestimate his development capabilities, but now he found that he was still far from fully developing the functions of the primal furnace.
Just thinking about it, he discovered so much potential.
When the characteristics of all these things are concentrated on one person...
Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle.
Perhaps saying omniscient and omnipotent is too much, but it can barely be considered a weakened version of omnipotence?
Seeing Aaron deep in thought, Norman interrupted the chattering researcher.
Everyone held their breath, awaiting Aaron's instructions.
Aaron quickly came back to his senses, scanning his surroundings with eager eyes.
"Felicia, have the finance department and procurement department cooperate to increase the budget, so that our diligent researchers can further develop new species."
"As for these things..."
Aaron waved his hand. "Take them all away."
The research director showed joy. An increased budget meant increased salaries. They could also realize their ambitions.
It was just thirteen spiders, he didn't care about them.
"Did you all hear that? Pack up all these spiders and take them away."
Aaron said, "Stop. What I mean is, including these electronic microscopes and other scientific research instruments, take them all away."
"Ah?!"
If you take them all, how are we going to do research?
Is this an indication for us to pack up and leave?
"Does our corporation only have this one research lab?"
Aaron looked at Norman, who recovered from his stupor and said, "Of course not. You all go to the lab next door immediately to continue the subsequent projects. All the items here are to be packed and taken away."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
This...
What is all this about?
Norman wasn't clear either, but he only knew that he had to do whatever Aaron said.
Even though these instruments cost hundreds of millions of dollars, he still gritted his teeth and packed them away with tears in his eyes.
He was thinking about who to find for investment recently.
It seems more appointments need to be scheduled.
...
Packing up a biological laboratory was clearly not that easy.
Aaron first picked out a few small items, had people carry the spider breeding boxes, and went to the underground garage.
Accompanied by Norman and Felicia, he put the items in the trunk and got into what was originally Norman's private rolls-royce.
By the way, because Norman's dedicated car was appropriated by Aaron, he had no choice but to buy a Jetta suggested by his son, Harry.
Although Norman repeatedly showed disdain, he thought he needed to respect Harry's wishes while also getting a vehicle that suited his own status.
However, Aaron had reason to believe that Norman was worried about the corporation's funding shortfall and was forced to choose the lower-grade Ford Jetta.
"My friend, you don't need to skimp on this. Trust me."
Aaron patted Norman's shoulder, then looked at Felicia. "Do you have a driver's license?"
"Of course, boss."
Felicia awkwardly got into the driver's seat, feeling the soft cushions and luxurious interior of the rolls-royce, her heart filled with excitement.
Aaron's scalp tingled slightly. He felt that letting Felicia drive was a terrible choice.
But—
He could drive, but he didn't have a license.
He didn't want to be pulled over halfway through the journey by traffic police, and be asked questions like who the car belonged to.
What surprised him, though, was that even if Felicia's movements were clumsy, her driving skills were unexpectedly good.
Could this be Genius?
Under Norman's forced smile, Aaron and Felicia drove away.
Looking back at his own unremarkable Jetta, Norman sighed.
That was his car.
"Fortunately, there are still healing potions. That should bring in a large sum of money, right?" Norman shook his head, troubled.
He's clearly no longer the boss of his company, so why is he working harder and feeling more exhausted?
...
Felicia asked, "Boss, where are we going next?"
"My house, XXX."
Aaron said casually, his mind focused on the subsequent arrangements, completely failing to notice that Felicia's face was gradually turning red. Even her driving became nervous and unsteady.
Aaron frowned but said nothing.
He could understand. New drivers on the road require maximum tolerance. It was fine if her skills weren't great, they could practice slowly. Aaron was willing to teach her personally.
The trip was silent.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
"Hello, Ms. Bishop, my name is Adeline. I specialize in close-quarters combat techniques such as gymnastics, Jiu-Jitsu, Taekwondo, kickboxing, boxing, and wrestling, and I have won various level competition awards."
"I also excel at medium-to-long-range weapons, such as spears or fighting staffs. In one instance of self-defense, I defeated three 200-pound men head-on without suffering a scratch."
"Furthermore, I am proficient in English, French, Italian..."
Kate and Eleanor looked at the confident demeanor of the blonde woman speaking eloquently before them, listing one weighty achievement after another, and both remained silent.
Upon close inspection, the woman in front of them was barely in her early twenties, definitely not thirty.
Although she was quite tall, estimated to be about six feet, she looked incredibly slender and had a good figure.
She looked nothing like the person she described herself to be.
Shouldn't she be a barrel-shaped woman weighing over 200 pounds, covered in muscle and broad-shouldered?
At the very least, she should look like a She-Hulk.
"Uh, Ms. Adeline, we are not currently writing a thesis." Eleanor offered a gentle reminder.
Adeline nodded, seemingly having anticipated this situation, and pulled out document after document from a nearby briefcase.
"This is my language certificate, this is the gymnastics championship I won in high school, the championship award from the National Boxing Competition, these are my wrestling results, and I narrowly lost in the Armed Combat Tournament, only getting second place."
"Oh, and this is my firearm permit. My marksmanship is also quite good."
"Also, this is my court judgment, which proves that during an act of self-defense, I accidentally killed one strong man, severely injured two strong men, and burst three testicles."
"Ms. Bishop and Young Miss Kate, you can check all these documents on the official websites. Everything is absolutely verifiable and real."
"Oh my God! You truly are... amazing."
Eleanor didn't know what to say. She made a call, and a document arrived shortly after.
It was all real. No problem.
This young, beautiful, and highly skilled girl was truly a treasure trove.