The Spiders stared blankly into the upper atmosphere. Because they had spent such an extended duration craning their necks upward, every single one of them was beginning to feel a distinct ache in their cervical vertebrae.
Yet, the cataclysmic conflict in the sky showed absolutely no signs of arriving at a conclusion.
Thor had been howling up there for god knows how long. The entire sequence had progressed seamlessly from his initial, red-faced roars of sheer cognitive dissonance to his current, high-pitched yelps of literal physical agony as he was systematically pummeled.
Because the visual comedy of the performance was simply too exquisite, even the Hulk found it impossible to maintain his raw, unbridled fury.
The massive emerald behemoth had unconsciously ceased his rampage, dropping his arms to watch the spectacle.
As a secondary persona coexisting alongside Bruce Banner, the Hulk was actually remarkably petty and prone to holding deep grudges.
He had clashed with Thor on numerous historical occasions, with the outcomes of their engagements almost universally resulting in a perfect stalemate.
He possessed the raw power to cause Thor genuine physical pain, but Thor's divine lightning was equally potent enough to send him into fits of howling frustration.
Consequently, while he thoroughly disdained the arrogant Asgardian, he had never formulated a definitive methodology to crush him completely. He had simply begrudgingly accepted their cohabitation within the exact same superhero roster.
But right now, watching Thor get thoroughly, unconditionally dismantled across the open sky by Peter was bringing immense, unadulterated joy to the Hulk's heart.
Now that the Hulk was thoroughly entertained, he naturally lost all interest in bothering with the swarm of little bugs surrounding his perimeter.
He simply wanted to see exactly how profoundly mutilated that arrogant, blonde idiot was going to look by the time this match concluded.
"How long... have they been at it?"
Johnny Storm—the Human Torch—who had been rendered completely comatose after Peter aggressively siphoned every last ember of thermal energy from his cells, finally groggily regained consciousness.
Looking up at the systematic execution of the God of Thunder, Johnny's jaw unconsciously dropped into a perfect, frozen 'O' shape.
Even with his historically arrogant, untamed personality, watching this display inspired a deep, primitive urge to drop to his knees and offer Peter a formal bow of absolute gratitude for sparing his life during their earlier exchange.
Are you kidding me? This is an entity that can literally use a certified 'God' as a common soccer ball. If he had harbored any genuine intent to take my life, a hundred versions of me tied together wouldn't even be sufficient to serve as his baseline warm-up routine!
"Roughly... ten minutes now," Reed Richards noted clinical, checking the chronological counter on his wrist-device.
His statement seemed to act as a definitive mechanical trigger. Practically the exact millisecond the words left his lips, the two silhouettes that had remained locked in a continuous blur of violence across the sky finally fractured apart.
Both figures descended rapidly from the upper atmosphere, impacting the concrete plaza like twin meteors, carving two deep, radial craters into the street.
Within his respective crater, Thor's regal, divinely forged armor was completely shattered and torn to ribbons.
His muscular frame was heavily mottled with deep, purplish contusions.
Conversely, Peter emerged from his crater looking superficially pristine and entirely devoid of trauma. However, Mr. Fantastic's hyper-analytical gaze immediately captured a critical structural shift.
Those distinct, purple-red vascular stress lines and that dense, obsidian-black coating across his knuckles had completely receded into nonexistence!
"Hah... hah..."
Thor forced his head upward, his severely swollen eyelids straining to lock a burning glare onto Peter.
His eyes were heavily bloodshot, swimming with a volatile mixture of immense humiliation and unyielding defiance.
This was an absolute, monumental disgrace! As the proud Son of Odin, the undisputed strongest warrior of Asgard, and the future Sovereign of the Nine Realms, he had been systematically suppressed by a denizen of Earth for ten uninterrupted minutes! If his mischievous adopted brother ever managed to acquire footage of this sequence, he would never hear the end of it for the rest of eternity!
With that agonizing thought suffocating his pride, Thor felt completely miserable. But... how on earth do I dismantle this absolute anomaly of a mortal?!
While wrestling with his frustration, Thor's tactical instincts belatedly caught up to Reed's visual observation.
This mortal... his biological output seemed to have dramatically plummeted. Specifically, that terrifying layer of pitch-black spiritual armor that had consistently bypassed his divine defenses had completely vanished without a trace!
Could it be... Thor's eyes suddenly ignited with a brilliant flash of realization!
That bizarre, alien power he utilized to inflict genuine physical trauma upon a god's vessel possessed a definitive, hard threshold! That extended sequence of absolute aerial suppression had entirely exhausted his opponent's structural reserves!
The anomaly before him had officially run completely dry—fuel tank entirely empty. Whereas he, the immortal Prince of Asgard, still retained at least seventy percent of his baseline divine conditioning!
The tactical advantage was squarely in his court!
"Haha... Hahahahaha!"
Thor unleashed a booming, triumphant burst of laughter. He dragged his battered, heavily bruised frame up from the debris, extending Mjolnir to point dramatically at Peter, his face once again painting a mask of absolute, regal confidence and superiority.
"Mortal! Your strength... has earned my absolute validation!"
"I must formally concede that you are, without a single caveat, the absolute strongest human entity I have ever had the privilege of encountering. Not a single soul shares your tier."
"But... your journey concludes precisely at this coordinate!"
Thor began to march toward Peter step by step. With every single footprint he pressed into the shattered pavement, the divine pressure radiating from his frame escalated exponentially, reclaiming its majestic apex.
"Your hidden arsenal has officially been entirely depleted. Whereas I... am Thor of Asgard! My divine reservoir... is infinite and unyielding!"
He hoisted Mjolnir high above his head, the metallic surface of the mythical weapon instantly erupting with an blinding, crackling cascade of divine lightning.
"As your ultimate reward, I shall grant you the privilege of a true warrior's exit—a glorious, honorable death on the field of combat!"
The exact millisecond the sentence concluded, Thor's physical form dissolved into a singular bolt of blinding thunder.
Wrapped in a torrential, multi-ton kinetic backdraft, he hurled himself downward, aiming an absolute, definitive strike straight at the seemingly exhausted Peter!
It's over.
The exact same two words materialized simultaneously in the minds of everyone witnessing the climax. The Boss / Peter... has completely exhausted his energy reserves! He's going to die!
However, right at the exact moment the audience assumed Peter's execution was an absolute mathematical certainty—
An utterly incomprehensible variable manifested.
Faced with Thor's guaranteed, all-out lethal descent, Peter slowly, methodically lifted his gaze. His features harbored absolutely no trace of primitive terror or terminal despair.
Instead, his lips curled into a thoroughly peculiar, deeply amused smile.
"Who exactly told you... that my arsenal was entirely depleted?"
It was a cold reality that his Advanced Armament Haki was completely exhausted.
The fundamental essence of Haki was raw willpower and spiritual conviction rather than biological vitality, which meant the attribute was completely decoupled from the restorative parameters of the Horse Talisman.
While the Horse Talisman could effortlessly insulate Peter's physical vessel from the systemic degradation and exhaustion caused by overdrawing his spirit, it possessed no capacity to instantaneously replenish a conceptual attribute like willpower.
Peter required a hard chronological window of at least ten minutes of absolute rest to allow his spiritual reserves to naturally fill back to capacity.
Furthermore, with his ten-minute operational window on Mr. Fantastic's transformation hitting its limit, that specific genome had officially entered its cooldown cycle, locking him out of Gear Second and Gear Third.
However, to assume that meant he was out of cards was a monumentally catastrophic error in calculation.
Quite the contrary. Not only was he far from defenseless, but he had just finished processing an absolutely broken set of genetic sequences.
And... he had acquired two of them!
[DNA Sample: Aesir (Asgardian), cataloging sequence complete.]
[DNA Sample: Vanir, cataloging sequence complete.]
Staring at the dual notification strings cleanly emblazoned across the interactive screen of the Omnitrix, Peter first thought to himself, No wonder processing Thor's genome required such an extended chronological window.
Immediately afterward, his mind dissolved into absolute, unadulterated ecstasy.
The Vanir genome! That was the distinct, mythical race of Thor's mother, Frigga!
The Vanir and the Aesir coexisted as the foundational divine lineages governing the Nine Realms. The core structural divergence lay in their evolutionary mastery: the Aesir—the default Asgardians—evolved primarily along the warrior pathway, optimizing raw physical conditioning, density, and martial dominance.
Conversely, the Vanir evolved along the casting pathway, optimizing mystical capacity and the fluid manipulation of cosmic sorcery.
Simultaneously acquiring both supreme genetic packages meant that Peter hadn't just secured a pathway to becoming a peerless cosmic vanguard; he had concurrently unlocked the keys to becoming an absolute, apex-tier cosmic sorcerer!
But what pushed the acquisition into the realm of the completely absurd—
Was the well-established reality that the Omnitrix possessed a glorious, exploitable system bypass!
The standard ten-minute transformational limitation built into the core software of the Omnitrix was engineered strictly as a safeguard to prevent the host's neurological matrix from losing its primitive identity during extended alien states, preventing irreversible cognitive degradation.
Consequently, maintaining a single alien state past ten minutes would trigger the safety lock. However, if the host continuously cycled between completely distinct genetic profiles, the safety protocol would fail to register an anomaly, entirely bypassing the system lock.
And what that mathematically translated to... was that Peter could systematically cycle between his newly acquired Aesir and Vanir profiles, effectively maintaining permanent, normalized access to the combined might of both divine lineages without ever triggering a single cooldown!
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