Chapter 91: Searching for Classic Villains
"What?!"
Dr. Connors' pupils constricted slightly as he immediately stepped forward, staring at the complex data model on the screen.
"Multiple superpowers coexisting? Theoretically, this is a forbidden zone! Peter, you must understand that genes have exclusivity."
"Accommodating one foreign gene in a human body is already the limit. If you force in a second one, the genetic chain will collapse like two trains colliding."
"Normally, that's the case."
Peter didn't deny it; instead, he pulled up a new set of simulation data.
"But what if we could find a universal interface? It's like plugging different graphics cards and RAM sticks into a motherboard."
""
"Since we already have the Super Spider as a carrier and your self-healing factor technology, why not give it a try?"
Peter elaborated on the possibility of its realization.
"I want to create a perfect biological template that can adapt to any environment and has multiple options."
Dr. Connors listened to Peter's description.
The words he originally wanted to use to refuse were stuck in his throat, unable to be spoken.
As a scientist's instinct.
He felt an irresistible curiosity toward this crazy proposal.
Although Connors had stopped actively pursuing radical research after completing his lifelong wish of regenerating his arm.
He just wanted to be a chief scientist in peace.
But.
Facing Peter, who had helped him and pulled him back from the brink of becoming a monster.
He couldn't refuse.
More importantly—this really sounded very interesting.
"Possessing multiple abilities simultaneously—"
Dr. Connors looked at the simulated double helix structure on the screen, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.
"Like some kind of ultimate organism? Or a super chimera?"
"Something like that."
Peter smiled.
"How about it, Doctor? Want to be crazy one more time?"
Connors took a deep breath, reached out, and firmly shook Peter's hand.
"Count me in. Let's see exactly where the limit of God's creation lies."
Meanwhile.
New York, Queens, Forest Hills Community Park.
The morning Sun filtered through the gaps in the leaves, spilling onto the slightly damp grass.
The elderly residents doing morning exercises in the park were already increasing in number.
But no one noticed.
Under that old oak tree deep in the park, a scene sufficient to shock the conventional martial arts World was taking place.
Another shadow clone of Peter.
Still serene in expression and smooth in movement, he practiced the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist over and over again like flowing water.
—
Behind him.
One on the left and one on the right, two completely different apprentices followed.
On the left was Ben Parker.
This gray-haired veteran was covered in sweat; though his movements were still somewhat stiff.
But every punch was thrown with extreme seriousness and determined eyes.
He had joined the training after his morning run. Although his stamina was somewhat overextended, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
And on the right.
Was Matt Murdock.
The state of this blind lawyer could simply be described as "miraculous."
If anyone knew the specific situation.
They would surely be greatly shocked, because Matt had followed Peter and practiced in the park for an entire night.
From late last night until nine o'clock this morning, a full ten hours.
He hadn't stopped, hadn't drunk water.
He hadn't even sat down to rest for a single minute.
For a lawyer who still had to work during the day, this intensity of staying up all night was practically a sudden death package.
However, unexpectedly.
Not only did Matt not drop dead, but he looked energetic, even more radiant than if he had slept for a full eight hours.
"Inhale—Exhale"
Matt adjusted his breathing to Peter's rhythm.
In his radar-sense World, he could clearly feel it.
As this set of fist techniques was performed.
Some kind of free-floating energy in the surrounding air was being absorbed into his body, nourishing his tired muscles and nerves.
This was completely different from when he used to go out at night.
The feeling of fighting crime, beating people half to death, and then being half-dead from exhaustion himself was different.
Before, it was consumption; now, it was recharging.
"Is this the miraculous nature of the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist?"
Matt was inwardly amazed.
"This isn't a mortal combat art at all; it's a form of cultivation, an evolution."
He could feel it.
The internal injuries accumulated over years of being hurt were being slowly washed and repaired by that gentle force.
Matt's hearing became even sharper, and the range of his perception even expanded by ten meters.
"No wonder Master said that for the strong, cultivation is rest."
Regarding Peter's identity as the "kun-lun emissary."
Matt already believed it twelve-fold.
Where else could such a fist technique that makes one more energetic the more they practice come from, if not the legendary Kunlun?
Meanwhile, Peter's shadow clone.
Was also secretly observing these two disciples.
On his retina, the data panels for the two were being displayed.
[Registered Disciple: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)]
[Current Skill under Study: Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist]
[Proficiency: LV1 (Beginner)]
[Evaluation: A martial arts genius found once in ten thousand. Sharp perception, resilient mindset.]
"As expected of Daredevil."
Peter praised inwardly.
"Entering the beginner level in just one night—this kind of talent is simply born for martial arts."
This was also a small feature that came with the system's [Path of the Martial Saint] mission.
Peter could monitor the progress of the skills he taught his disciples in real-time.
As long as a disciple trained a skill to LV3, it would add one point to Peter's mission progress.
At Matt's speed.
He estimated it wouldn't take a month to reach LV3.
However.
When Peter's gaze turned to the other side, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
[Registered Disciple: Ben Parker]
[Current Skill under Study: Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist]
[Proficiency: LV0 (Not Yet Entered—Progress 85%)]
[Evaluation: Diligence makes up for lack of talent, a late bloomer.]
"What a pity—"
Peter looked at Uncle Ben, who was covered in sweat and whose movements were still a bit out of form, feeling somewhat helpless.
"Clearly, Uncle Ben started practicing a day earlier than Matt, yet he still hasn't broken through that final barrier."
This was the gap in talent.
Although Uncle Ben had a firm will, he was ultimately an ordinary person, and he was older, with solidified meridians.
Wanting to enter the beginner level of such profound martial arts indeed required more time for refinement.
But Peter wasn't in a hurry.
"Slow is fine," Peter thought.
"Anyway, Uncle Ben is practicing this initially for health and self-protection."
"As long as he can master it, even if it's just LV1, paired with the equipment I gave him, taking on ten supervillains wouldn't be a problem."
Another half hour passed.
The Sun had fully risen, and the park became a bit hot.
Matt suddenly stopped his movements, slowly finishing his stance, pressing his hands down, and exhaling a long breath of turbid air.
That breath was long and powerful, actually forming a faint white mist in the air.
"So comfortable."
Matt stretched his neck, his joints making slight cracking sounds.
He felt his current state was better than ever before, even wanting to immediately find a few ninjas from The Hand to test his skills.
But he didn't forget his day job.
"Master."
Matt bowed slightly toward Peter's direction, his tone respectful.
"Although I really want to continue cultivating, I still have to go to work. There are several cases in the firm waiting for court; I can't let the clients wait too long."
Peter nodded, maintaining his grandmaster's demeanor.
"Go ahead."
Peter said calmly.
"Practicing while living in the World is also part of the martial way. Only by tempering the heart in the red dust can one avoid being lost by power."
"Yes, your disciple has learned."
Just as Matt was about to turn and leave, Peter seemed to suddenly remember something and called out to him.
"By the way, disciple."
Peter stopped Matt, his tone seemingly casual but actually deeply meaningful.
"Since you move in superhero circles, if there are any talents who also harbor justice and have good potential, you can introduce them to be my disciples."
"Our Kunlun—cough, our sect, believes in teaching all without discrimination."
"As long as they are good prospects, whether it's to combat The Hand or to maintain peace, I am willing to offer some guidance."
""
Peter's little internal calculator was clicking away.
Relying on Matt alone, when would he ever finish that target of 100 skills for the [Path of the Martial Saint]?
He had long since set his sights on other street-level heroes in the Marvel Universe.
Namely, the famous "Defenders."
Besides Daredevil.
There was also the always-anguished The Punisher, the incredibly strong Jessica Jones, and that Iron Fist who hadn't appeared yet but was said to be very rich.
Especially Iron Fist.
That guy was a legitimate descendant of Kunlun!
If he could trick him into coming over to exchange and learn the "Iron Fist Force."
Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Matt was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously.
"I understand, Master."
Matt pondered.
"I do know some special friends. If there's an opportunity, I will ask for you."
"Very good." Peter smiled with satisfaction.
Matt bowed again and then, leaning on his blind cane, left the park with light steps.
From behind, he didn't look like a blind person at all.
After Matt left, the corner of the park returned to tranquility.
Only Peter and Uncle Ben were left.
Uncle Ben was still tirelessly practicing hard, sweat soaking his clothes, yet he was enjoying it.
Peter guided him from the side, but his thoughts gradually drifted afar.
"The martial arts side is on the right track. As long as Mattpulls his weight, my skill library will soon be filled."
"But—"
Peter's brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the system panel in the void.
[Long-term Mission: street fighter]
—
[Objective: Defeat five classic villains from the Spider-Man series.]
[Current Progress: 4/5 (Bullseye, Kingpin, Mister Negative, Tombstone)]
"Just one short."
Peter felt a bit frantic. "Just this one last step, why is it so hard?"
Earlier on the Mutant island.
He had taken down Toad. That guy barely counted as a second-tier character, but he wasn't a villain from the Spider-Man series at all.
Therefore, it didn't provide any mission progress for Peter.
"I've been wandering around New York for several months now. Besides these few gang leaders, where have the other classic villains gone?"
Peter counted the list of Spider-Man's enemies on his fingers.
Green Goblin?
That was one of his own, or rather, a financial backer; he couldn't hit him.
Doctor Octopus?
That was a colleague, currently working for him in the Underground Room; he couldn't hit him either.
The Lizard?
That was a partner, and his arm had been healed; there was even less reason to fight him.
Sandman?
Is this guy still in prison and hasn't escaped yet? Or has he not gotten his superpowers yet?
"What about the rest?"
Peter's thoughts continued to wander.
Vulture?
That old man who picks up scrap should still be running his recovery company, right? He hasn't been blackened by damaged interests yet?
Rhino?
That big Russian guy, I don't know if he's still in the Russian Mafia.
Electro?
This is a good target, but unfortunately, I don't know if he has mutated yet; maybe he's still an obscure electrician.
Shocker?
That guy who robs banks with vibrating gauntlets—
"Sigh, in this day and age, why is it so hard to find a decent villain to grind some experience?"
Peter lamented somewhat pretentiously.
"Could it be because I'm too strong and cleaned up Hells Kitchen too thoroughly, causing the villains to not dare show their heads?"
He was even looking forward to it a little.
The days in the original work where villains were everywhere and you'd encounter a bank robbery just by stepping out.
"If only these guys could actively spawn in front of me like wild mobs in an online game."
Peter boredly kicked a small pebble on the roadside.
Just then.
"BOOM!!"
An explosion, not too violent but clear enough, suddenly came from the other side of the park.
Immediately following.
Was a burst of screaming and commotion from the crowd.
"Ah!! What is that thing?!"
"Run! Someone's dead!"
"Call the police!"
"Holy crap! Where did this guy fall from!"
The originally peaceful and serene park became noisy.
The morning exercise crowd began to flee in panic in all directions, as if they had seen something terrifying.
Peter suddenly perked up, his eyes instantly turning from bored to pleasantly surprised.
His Spider-Sense, although not feeling any fatal threat—indicating the opponent wasn't too strong.
But the commotion over there clearly wasn't something an ordinary person could cause.
"What's the situation?"
Peter not only wasn't afraid but his eyes were shining.
He even couldn't help rubbing his hands together.
"In broad daylight, under a clear sky, someone actually dares to run wild on my turf?"
He looked in the direction of the commotion.
The corner of his mouth curled into a "that's more like it" smile.
"Could it be that what I wished for came true? A wild supervillain has finally spawned?"
Peter immediately said to Uncle Ben, who was still dazed: "Uncle Ben, don't run around, stay safe! I'm going to see what happened over there!"
After saying that.
He didn't wait for Uncle Ben's response.
With a flash of his figure, he jumped directly onto a nearby large tree, and with a few leaps, he rushed toward the center of the commotion.
"I hope it's someone worth taking down."
Peter prayed in his heart.
"Preferably a classic one with a name and title, please don't let it be some unknown lackey."
Queens.
On the streets of Forest Hills.
The originally peaceful morning was shattered by a dull, loud bang.
Orderly traffic was paralyzed, as several private cars collided while trying to avoid a corpse.
Drivers poked their heads out in terror.
Then they covered their eyes, unable to bear looking.
With a few leaps, Peter rushed from deep within the park to the edge of the street.
What met his eyes.
Was a gruesome sight.
In the middle of the street lay a corpse that could no longer be recognized as human.
Blood splattered outward in a radial pattern, even reaching the windshield of a car parked several meters away.
The corpse's bones were clearly all shattered.
The whole person was spread out like a puddle of mud on the ground, and that expensive suit was now soaked in blood.
"This kind of destructive power—"
Peter stood behind the crowd, not feeling nauseous or fearful like ordinary people, but calmly conducting an analysis.
"If it were a jump from a building, there are no tall enough buildings around. Forest Hills is a low-density community; the tallest buildings are only five or six stories."
"And looking at these impact marks from the fall and the degree of damage to the body, the fall height was at least over two hundred meters."
Peter narrowed his eyes.
Looking at the shallow crater smashed into the ground.
"This absolutely isn't a suicide jump; this is murder. Someone took this unlucky guy to a high altitude and then threw him down like trash."
This was a cruel method of execution.
Peter looked up.
His gaze was like a torch, piercing straight into the sky. His extraordinary perception could clearly see the fine feathers of a bird a thousand meters away.
In that azure sky.
Beneath the clouds, there was a tiny green dot circling.
Chapter 92: resurrection coin and Cultivation Technique
"Found you."
Peter snorted coldly in his heart, his pupils contracting slightly as if he had a built-in high-powered telescope, rapidly zooming in his field of vision.
That green dot expanded rapidly.
It became clear.
It was a person wearing a dark green one-piece flight suit.
[At this point, I hope readers remember our domain name, reading Taiwan novels is super awesome]
On his back was a pair of massive mechanical wings made of some composite material and metal feathers.
As the wings flapped,
they allowed him to glide flexibly through the air currents.
And the flyer's face also came into Peter's view.
It was a bald old man.
He looked very old, even a few years older than Uncle Ben.
His face was full of wrinkles, and his hooked nose made him look particularly sinister.
At this moment,
he was looking down, overlooking his masterpiece below, with a look of satisfaction from revenge and a hideous smile on his face.
"This is the price for betraying me!"
The old man laughed loudly in the gale, his voice unable to reach the ground.
But that triumphant body language already explained everything.
"No one can steal my technology! No one!"
Seeing this scene from the ground, Peter couldn't help but have a smile curl at the corners of his mouth.
However, his smile was due to a pleasant surprise.
"Talk about a pillow being delivered just as I was getting sleepy."
Peter sighed in his heart.
"This guy, this classic green gear, this signature bald head, and those mechanical wings."
"Isn't this the infamous Vulture?"
Adrian Toomes.
Among Marvel's many villains, he definitely counts as a "veteran" figure.
As one of Spider-Man's most classic early villains,
although he lacks World-destroying superpowers, he has caused no shortage of trouble for the little spider with the flight suit he developed himself.
Peter didn't know why the Vulture of this Universe had turned evil.
Was he screwed over by a partner? Or was it because his company went bankrupt?
But none of that mattered.
What mattered was that in the system's judgment,
that old man flying in the sky was a walking, shining [Classic Spider-Man Series Villain].
"My 'street fighter' quest is just missing this last kill."
Peter licked his lips.
A light flashed in his eyes, the look of a hunter seeing his prey.
"I was just wondering where to find a heavyweight villain, and here you go delivering yourself to my door."
"And by the looks of it, Vulture is clearly no good bird; that guy who was just smashed into meat paste was probably his enemy, right?"
Since he had already killed someone, he was a criminal.
Since he was a criminal, it was only natural for Spider-Manto carry out justice.
"Goodbye, old bird. Your dream of flight ends here."
Peter didn't rush up with a grand display of web-swinging.
That would be too slow and easily cause a commotion, and might even let this cunning old bird escape.
What he wanted was a one-hit kill.
Peter glanced at his surroundings; although many in the crowd had run away in panic,
there were still some brave ones recording with their phones.
"Need to find a place with no people."
Peter's figure flickered, and he ducked into a deserted alleyway.
[Fraud Magic—Activate!]
An orange-red ripple wavered in the air, and Peter's figure instantly vanished, entering a state of absolute invisibility.
The next second.
He appeared on the rooftop of a five-story apartment building nearby. The view here was wide, directly facing the airspace where Vulture was circling.
Peter stood at the edge of the rooftop.
Unleisurely, he raised his right hand, and the spatial mark on his wrist lit up.
A slender, high-tech firearm appeared out of thin air in his hand.
[Osborn-G1 Gauss Rifle]
This gun.
Using it against an old man wearing mechanical wings was simply like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
Peter skillfully pulled the bolt, and the electromagnetic coils instantly charged, emitting a slight, hum-like electrical sound.
He raised the gun and pressed his eye to the scope.
High in the sky at this time.
The first-generation Vulture, Adrian Toomes, was immersed in the illusion of the peak of his life.
He had finally killed the business partner who had taken his company and humiliated his dignity.
Vulture had used his genius brain to invent this suit.
He had proven that those who dared to look down on him
were all idiots.
"From today on, no one can ignore me again!"
Vulture made a circle in the air, feeling the lift of the wind, his heart filled with heroic pride.
"The sky is mine! This city will also fear my shadow!"
However, what he didn't know was
that on the ground, the God of Death's crosshairs were already locked onto his shiny head.
"Distance 400 meters, wind speed level 3, correction complete."
Peter's breathing was steady. In his vision, every movement of the Vulture was slowed down several times.
"In your next life, remember not to litter in Spider-Man's territory."
Peter's finger gently pulled the trigger.
"Zzt—Pfft!"
There was no explosive roar of gunpowder, only an extremely faint sound of air tearing.
A specially made tungsten alloy needle projectile, propelled by a strong magnetic field, instantly accelerated to eight times the speed of sound.
0.1 seconds.
In just 0.1 seconds.
Peter hadn't even finished the motion of pulling the trigger.
"Snap!"
High in the sky.
That bald head, which was still laughing wildly, was hit as if by an invisible heavy hammer, instantly exploding into a cloud of red and white mist.
That crude flight helmet couldn't block the penetration power of the Gauss weapon at all.
The bullet not only shattered his skull, but its massive kinetic energy also tore apart the mechanical wing connections on his back.
Vulture's smile
froze on the half of his face that hadn't completely dissipated, and then vanished entirely.
The headless corpse, having lost control, began a free fall under the influence of gravity.
The pair of mechanical wings, having lost power, flapped wildly in the air, falling like a kite with a broken string, spinning as they descended.
"Boom!"
A few seconds later.
A loud crash echoed on the street once again.
Vulture's body didn't land next to the previous corpse, but instead crashed onto the roof of a Police car, flattening half of it instantly.
"Aaaahhhh!!"
The surrounding onlookers, who were still watching, were now completely driven mad with fear.
"Another one fell down!"
"It's a monster! A monster with wings!"
"His head is gone! Oh my God! Run!"
The crowd erupted in panic-stricken screams once again, scattering in all directions.
Meanwhile, Peter, standing on the rooftop, calmly put away the Gauss Rifle and deactivated his invisibility.
He looked down at the headless corpse below, his heart without the slightest ripple.
Just then.
In Peter's mind, the long-awaited and extremely pleasant system notification sounded.
[Ding! Kill judgment successful!]
[Target Defeated: Vulture]
[Judgment: Classic Spider-Man Series Villain]
[Reward Obtained: Skill Point *1 (From long-term quest: Messenger of Justice)]
Immediately following that,
was a string of even denser notification sounds, as if celebrating a grand festival.
[Ding! Congratulations!]
[Long-term Quest: street fighter (Completed)]
[Quest Objective: Defeat five classic villains from the Spider-Man series.]
[Achievement Record: Bullseye, Kingpin, Mister Negative, Tombstone, Vulture.]
[Quest Evaluation: Clearing away evil with thunderous methods, you are not just a street fighter, but a nightmare of the underworld.]
[Generous Rewards Obtained:]
1. 50,000 Experience Points!
2. Free Attribute Points *5!
3. Skill Points *3!
4. Item Gacha Opportunity *1.
5. Skill Gacha Opportunity *1.
With the injection of a massive amount of experience points, a golden level-up pillar of light lit up in Peter's consciousness space.
[Congratulations! Level Up!]
[Current Level: LV9]
[All Attributes (Strength, Agility, Constitution, Spirit) +1]
[Obtained Free Attribute Point *1]
[Obtained Skill Point *1]
"That feels good."
Peter let out a long breath, feeling every pore in his body cheering.
This wave was simply dripping with wealth; just skill points alone, he had gained 5: 1 from the kill + 3 from the quest + 1 from the level up.
And that's not even counting those two precious gacha opportunities.
"No rush to add points yet."
Peter glanced at the messy street below, and after confirming no one was paying attention to the rooftop, he turned and sat down by the rooftop's water tank.
"Let's do the gacha first. I have a feeling something good will come out this time."
"System, open Item Gacha!"
The virtual roulette wheel appeared once again.
The pointer spun rapidly, finally slowing down and stopping on a coin icon emitting a holy white light.
[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining item: resurrection coin]
[Source: Reification of multi-dimensional game Worldrules]
[Quantity: 1]
[Item Description: A holy coin containing the laws of life and the power of time reversal.]
[Effects:]
1. Self-Resurrection: When the holder dies, they can choose to immediately consume this coin to be resurrected on the spot with full status.
Eliminates all negative statuses and resets all skill cooldowns.
2. Resurrection of Others: Can be used on any target whose time of death does not exceed 24 hours and whose body is relatively intact.
Brings them back to life, restoring them to their best state before death.
[Note: Believe in Brother Chun, gain eternal life. This is the final insurance for a player like you who likes to play dangerously.]
Seeing this reward, Peter's hand even shook a bit.
"Holy crap—"
He couldn't help but swear, "A resurrection coin?! And it can even resurrect others?!"
This was simply the ultimate artifact among artifacts!
In this dangerous Marvel Universe, who could guarantee they would never die?
Even with a system, even with hundreds of attribute points,
encountering Thanos's snap or an even higher-level dimensional demon could still lead to a disaster.
With this resurrection coin, it was equivalent to having an extra life!
And it could even resurrect others—
This meant that if anything happened to Gwen, Uncle Ben, or Aunt May in the future,
he would have a final means of recourse.
"So worth it! This one quest was so worth it!"
Peter carefully tucked that golden coin into the deepest part of his system space.
This was a true life-saving trump card.
After calming his excited emotions, Peter continued with the next gacha.
"System, open Special Skill Gacha!"
The wheel spun again.
This time, the pointer passed over various strange symbols.
Finally, it stopped on an ancient scroll icon emitting a cyan glow and surrounded by clouds and mist.
[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining a Cultivation Skill: Jade Spirit Breathing Technique]
[Source: A certain Cultivation/Xianxia plane]
[Level: LV1 (Qi Refinement Stage)]
[Skill Description: This is a cultivation method originating from the East. It is not just a breathing technique, but a path to longevity that seizes the creation of heaven and earth and invades the profound mysteries of the sun and moon.]
[Effects:]
1. Spiritual Power Derivation: By practicing this method, one can open up a Qi Sea Dantian in the body, converting the World's Primordial Qi into'Spiritual Power'.
2. Transcending the Mundane: Long-term practice can significantly increase lifespan, delay aging, eliminate impurities from the body, and ultimately achieve an immortal physical body.
3. All Paths Return to the Source: Spiritual power can serve as a universal energy source to drive most skills that require energy, with stronger effects and lower consumption.
"A Cultivation skill?!"
Peter looked at the skill description, his eyes widening even more than before.
Although the previous 'Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist' was also strong, it was still within the scope of 'Martial Arts'.
But this 'Jade Spirit Breathing Technique'...
directly bypassed martial arts and entered the realm of 'Cultivation'!
"This is exactly what I need most!"
Peter slapped his thigh hard.
He had always been troubled by the fact that he didn't have a mana bar and had to lose health to use a big move.
Although Peter was studying Mister Negative's genes, trying to open an energy bar, it was after all a risky technological modification.
But now,
the system had directly given him a set of orthodox cultivation techniques!
"Spiritual power. This means I can directly use spiritual power to release [Fraud Magic] and [Kamehameha] in the future!"
"And I can even live forever?"
Peter's breathing became rapid; this was an irresistible temptation for any human being.
At the same time,
a massive and obscure flow of information was etched into Peter's mind.
He only then truly realized what kind of treasure he had picked up this time; Peter's shock was beyond words.
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist].
Although it was a skill capable of splitting mountains and rocks, in essence, it focused on body control and clever use of force.
But [Jade Spirit Breathing Technique] was different.
It came from a much more grand and mysterious cultivation plane.
There,
the goal of the strong was not to defeat enemies, but to ascend to immortality and live as long as heaven and earth.
"Seizing the creation of heaven and earth, invading the profound mysteries of the sun and moon."
Peter savored this general principle that appeared in his mind.
Modern technology focused on
using levers to move heavy objects, using chemical reactions to produce explosions, and using nuclear fission to obtain energy.
It leaned more towards using external objects.
While cultivation focused on "Returning to One."
It didn't need external objects, but instead viewed the human body itself as a miniature Universe.
Through specific breathing rhythms and mental guidance,
it forcibly plundered free energy from the outside Worldand opened up an energy reactor called a "Dantian" in the body.
Converting it into an energy form much higher than chakra, internal force, or bio-electricity.
Spiritual Power.
"If chakra is gasoline, then spiritual power is nuclear fuel."
Peter made a judgment.
This energy was not only of an extremely high level but also had extremely strong compatibility.
In the system description,
mentioning that "All Paths Return to the Source" was not bragging.
Once Peter cultivated spiritual power, he could use this energy to drive [Fraud Magic] and [Kamehameha].
Even various skills he might learn in the future.
"Although I claimed to be a messenger of Kunlun to fool Matt, everything I knew before was a fake."
Peter laughed at himself.
"I didn't expect that now, I would actually master an Eastern power more authentic than Kunlun's. Does this count as a lie coming true?"
Even though it was a cultivation technique,
this technique was powerful enough and fit very well with the tone of "individual greatness" advocated in the Marvel Universe.
Iron Man relied on his suit, Hulk relied on mutation.
And he, Peter Parker, would walk a path of "scientific cultivation" where technology and cultivation ran in parallel.
"Whew—"
Following the method of the 'Jade Spirit Breathing Technique', Peter tried to take a deep breath.
In the surrounding air, there seemed to be some particles invisible to the naked eye being sucked into his body.
Although faint,
that cool feeling instantly traveled through his whole body, making his spirit surge.
"Good stuff. In the future, I'll have to send a few shadow clones specifically to sit and refine Qi."
He looked at his skill bar.
At that icon emitting a cyan light, feeling like a new door had opened in his life.
"Thank you, baldy. You're really a good person, dropping such good gear even after you died."
Peter looked at Vulture's corpse, and a hint of gratitude actually welled up in his heart.
He didn't stay any longer.
The sound of Police sirens was getting closer and closer.
"Withdraw!"
Peter's figure flickered and vanished from the rooftop.
Chapter 93: Transition
Afterwards.
Peter's shadow clone returned to the park from earlier.
The entire process, from discovering the Vulture to sniping him dead with a single shot, hadn't taken more than a few minutes.
To be honest.
As long as he didn't encounter an Omega-level enemy like Sovereign,
Ordinary supervillains,
Even if they possessed various supernatural means, would be easily dealt with by Peter in an instant.
As for Ben Parker,
He didn't even realize what had just happened.
He only asked with some curiosity, "Peter?"
Ben Parker wiped away his sweat.
"What happened? What was that noise over there? I thought I heard an explosion and people shouting."
Peter smiled and didn't give a detailed explanation.
After all,
A low-tier character like the Vulture wasn't worth wasting his breath on.
"It's nothing, Ben Parker."
Peter shrugged, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.
"Some bald guy probably had too much to drink and was flying around in a weird glider. He made a mistake and crashed."
"You know how it is, New York is always full of weirdos desperate for fame."
"Took care of it?"
Ben Parker caught the key point and didn't doubt him.
In his mind,
Though his nephew was young, he was already a true powerhouse. Handling some small trouble was the simplest thing in the World.
"I see."
Ben Parker nodded in realization, a gratified smile appearing on his face.
"That's a good thing. If dangerous people like that aren't stopped in time, who knows how many innocent people might get hurt."
"Peter, you did the right thing."
He didn't realize at all that the "took care of it" his nephew spoke of didn't mean sending the person to the Policestation.
It meant directly transcending them physically and sending them to meet God.
"Alright, Ben Parker, don't worry about that."
Peter clapped his hands.
"Today's morning practice isn't over yet. Your exertion in that last move was a bit stiff; let's do it again."
"Okay!"
Ben Parker immediately refocused and threw himself back into his martial arts practice.
Over the next few days, New York entered a rare period of tranquility.
Kingpin's death—
—
Although it triggered a tsunami-like shock in the underworld,
Under Peter's forceful suppression and reorganization, this shock did not affect the lives of ordinary citizens.
Magneto and his Brotherhood
Seemed to have been stung by the raid on their home that night, or perhaps they were brewing some even greater evil.
They vanished for the time being, no longer coming out to cause trouble.
Perhaps they would wait until the United Nations Summitofficially convened before showing up again.
This gave Peter a precious period of development time.
Life became regular and pleasant.
During the day,
Peter's main body would accompany Gwen to work at Osborn Industries.
In the laboratory filled with a sense of future technology, the two were not just a couple, but a golden duo in scientific research.
Peter would teach Gwen advanced knowledge, and Gwenalso displayed incredible talent.
She was soon able to handle various complex experimental procedures.
In their spare time,
Peter also utilized Osborn's resources to continue researching the "Multiple Gene Fusion" project alongside Dr. Connors.
He was trying to perfectly integrate Sovereign's Omega-level genes and Mister Negative's Negative Energy
Into the Spider system.
And at night,
Or during other free moments, Peter's shadow clones were active in every corner of the city.
One group of clones, with Wesley's cooperation,
Used thunderous methods to clean up those unruly small gangs, constantly expanding the Spider Gang's territory and treasury.
Another group of clones
Focused on that grand long-term task—[Path of the Martial Saint].
[Current Progress: 36/100]
The growth rate of this number was startlingly fast.
Besides the skills obtained from the system lottery like [Kamehameha], [Armament Haki], and [Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist],
Peter did not neglect those basic skills.
Relying on his terrifying learning ability,
Peter only needed to find a few professional combat manuals or watch a few fights at an MMA gym
To quickly grasp their essence.
Western Boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, Kickboxing, Wrestling—
These skills, which would take an ordinary person years of hard practice to Master,
For Peter,
Only required a few hours of simulation and practice to easily reach the system-determined LV3 standard.
"This is the fun of cheating."
Peter looked at the dense list of skills on the system panel, feeling a secret thrill.
Although these ordinary skills had no special effects and their combat power wasn't as high as superpowers,
They were the foundation.
With every additional skill mastered, Peter's control over his body grew stronger, and his understanding of combat deepened.
Furthermore,
He had already completed one-third of the "Hundred Skills" milestone required to unlock the [Martial Saint] title.
After all, these seemingly ordinary basic skills could also advance the progress of the [Path of the Martial Saint] task.
Of course, besides his own practice, the progress of his disciples was also a top priority.
"Ha!"
A low, powerful shout rang out.
Matt Murdock was shirtless, revealing lean, powerful muscles.
With his eyes tightly closed, he stood before a massive granite landscape stone, his right hand in a palm strike, thrusting forward suddenly.
There was no violent sound of impact.
The moment his palm touched the rock, his wrist vibrated with extreme subtlety.
An invisible shockwave penetrated through his palm into the stone body.
"Crack."
A few seconds later.
The surface of that hard granite didn't shatter, but from within, the sound of fine cracking could be heard.
Immediately following,
The entire stone collapsed like a brittle biscuit, turning into a pile of rubble with a crash.
"Phew—"
Matt withdrew his palm and exhaled a long breath of turbid air, his face showing an irrepressible joy.
"LV2."
Peter's shadow clone stood to the side, looking at Matt's data panel and nodding with satisfaction.
[Registered Disciple: Matt Murdock]
[Skill: Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist (LV2—Proficient)]
[Evaluation: Has entered the hall; physical fitness has significantly improved; internal force can penetrate stone.]
It had to be said.
Daredevil's talent was practically made for this martial art.
In just a few short days,
He had practiced without sleep or rest, not only mastering advanced power techniques but also experiencing a leap in his physical fitness.
At this moment, although Matt hadn't been injected with any serum,
His muscle density, bone hardness, and neural reaction speed had already touched the threshold of a "Super Soldier."
"This speed of becoming stronger far exceeds conventional training."
Peter felt a sense of wonder in his heart.
"It would be impossible for an ordinary person to reach this level without ten or eight years of hard work, and they would be left with a body full of hidden injuries."
"But with the boost from the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist, Matt is like he's on a Rocket."
"Master."
Matt turned to face Peter, his tone filled with gratitude and awe.
"I felt that 'Qi.' It didn't just strengthen my power; it evolved my Radar Sense."
"Now, I can even hear the sound of the clouds moving."
"Very good."
Peter nodded, maintaining an unfathomable posture.
"This shows you're on the right path. Keep it up, and reaching the next level (LV3) is just around the corner."
Compared to Matt's rapid progress,
Ben Parker's progress was a bit slower, but it was still enough to be a pleasant surprise.
[Registered Disciple: Ben Parker]
[Skill: Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist (LV1—Entry)]
Ben Parker didn't try to split stones; he was still practicing the most basic routines.
But the changes in him were visible to the naked eye.
His originally somewhat hunched back had straightened, and the lethargy unique to the elderly had vanished.
His complexion was ruddy, the age spots on his skin had faded significantly, and many black hairs were even growing back amidst his white hair.
Ben Parker was "rejuvenating."
Although he didn't instantly turn into a muscular man like Norman did after injecting the serum,
This kind of vitality obtained through one's own cultivation was gentler and more lasting.
"Peter, look!"
Ben Parker excitedly showed Peter his arms.
"I did a hundred pull-ups this morning and wasn't even out of breath! I feel like I'm in better shape now than when I was serving in the army!"
"Of course, Ben Parker."
Peter said with a smile.
"As long as you keep practicing, living to a hundred and twenty isn't a dream."
This was what Peter most wanted to see; the health and safety of his family were more important than anything else.
Besides the two formal disciples, there was also an unofficial one.
Gwen Stacy.
As a Spider-Woman who had just gained great power, her purpose in learning the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fistwas simple—to control her strength.
But her talent was equally astonishing.
Perhaps because of the superb coordination brought by the spider genes, Gwen's speed of comprehension was even faster than Matt's.
She could already manage
To throw a punch while holding a raw egg without breaking it.
She could also throw a punch where the wind from it blew out a candle, but the candle remained standing.
[Apprentice: Gwen Stacy]
[Skill: Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist (LV1—Entry)]
"My 'Path of the Martial Saint' isn't a lonely one."
Peter looked at these thriving leeks—oh no, disciples—and his heart was full of expectation.
At this rate.
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The goal of mastering 100 skills within a year was absolutely not just empty talk.
Besides that, what truly made the entire upper society of New York and the underground World tremble was not the martial arts practice in the park, but two other breathtaking shifts in power.
First, there was the "Great Purge" at Osborn Industries.
The doors to the chairman's office on the top floor of Osborn Tower were tightly shut.
For the past few days, the atmosphere inside the company had been so stifling that it made it hard to breathe; all the employees were extremely cautious, fearing they might run into bad luck.
Because everyone knew that the chairman who had disappeared for so long, Norman Osborn, had returned.
And he had returned with thunderous fury.
Originally, the old foxes on the Board of Directors had long heard rumors that the Osborn Family had a history of severe genetic disease.
Seeing Norman becoming increasingly thin and dispirited, they all thought this old lion did not have much time left.
Therefore—the shareholders colluded in secret, even conspiring with external capital, wanting to sideline young Harry after Norman died and carve up this massive business empire.
But they were wrong, dead wrong.
Osborn Industries was never an ordinary brokerage firm, nor was it an enterprise that could be controlled merely by capital operations.
It was a military-industrial giant holding black technology, a behemoth second only to Stark Industries.
And its helmsman was a truly ruthless man.
"Bang!"
The conference room door was violently pushed open.
The group of shareholders preparing to sign the "Proposal to Split the Biological Department" were startled and turned to look at the door.
They saw a burly man with an overwhelmingly suffocating aura stride in.
He was wearing a dark suit, but the suit was almost bursting at the seams from his explosive muscles.
His hair was thick, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.
Where was there any sign of illness on his face?
"Gentlemen, it seems everyone has been having a great time while I was away."
Norman Osborn walked to the head of the long table.
He did not sit down, but instead braced his hands on the tabletop, looking down condescendingly at this group of shareholders with ulterior motives.
"Nor—Norman?!"
A white-haired director stood up in terror, pointing at Norman, his fingers trembling.
"You—aren't you in the intensive care unit? Your illness—"
"My illness?"
Norman sneered and casually grabbed the marble ashtray on the table that had belonged to a director.
"Crack."
Under the gaze of everyone, he merely pinched it lightly with his fingers, and that hard marble ashtray crumbled like a crispy cookie.
It turned directly into powder, spilling from between his fingers.
There was dead silence.
The faces of all the shareholders instantly turned pale; was this even human?
"My illness is cured."
"Not only is it cured, but I also feel better than ever before."
Norman brushed the dust off his hands.
His tone was chilling.
"I heard you want to tear apart my company? And you want to kick my son out of the game?"
The next few days were simply a nightmare for these shareholders.
Norman did not choose gentle negotiations; in this Worldwhere capital devours people, only power is the truth.
During the day, he brought a powerful legal team and Harry, who had also been enhanced, to the conference table to ruthlessly conduct commercial strangulation against those forces attempting to seize power.
And at night—some "stubborn" troublemaker shareholders would welcome an uninvited guest in their homes late at night.
It was a demon wearing green armor and riding a flying hoverboard.
He would hover outside their windows, using that hair-raising, electronically synthesized voice to talk to them about "life" and "ideals."
Under the absolute deterrence of force and death threats, the fragile psychological defenses of those capitalists collapsed.
They scrambled to sign equity transfer agreements, bought tickets to flee New York overnight, and swore never to set foot in the United States again for the rest of their lives.
In just one week, Osborn Industries completed a thorough reshuffling of power.
The originally dispersed equity was reconcentrated in the hands of the Osborn father and son.
Norman Osborn had once again become the sole emperor of this business empire.
Not only that, but Norman, having regained power and feeling high-spirited, made a decision that shocked many people based on Peter's suggestion: to annex Fisk Industries.
When Norman came out of seclusion in the laboratory and heard the news of Kingpin's death, he was indeed a bit surprised.
After all, Wilson Fisk was a person of some standing in New York.
But this surprise only lasted for a few seconds.
"Dead? Then let's annex it."
Norman gave the order casually.
In the eyes of Norman, who now possessed the physique of a super soldier and countless black technologies, Kingpin's so-called business empire was at most a second-rate company.
Having lost Kingpin as its core, Fisk Industries was just a piece of ownerless fat meat.
Osborn, this giant shark, opened its maw and mercilessly swallowed this piece of meat, not even spitting out the bones.
This not only strengthened Osborn Industries but, to a certain extent, helped Peter complete the all-encompassing takeover of Kingpin's "black and white" legacy.
In the shadows where the sun could not reach, another, bloodier, and more direct war of conquest was also taking place simultaneously.
Hell's Kitchen, late at night.
The rainy night washed over the streets, but it could not wash away the heavy scent of blood.
Peter's shadow clone, dressed in the classic red and blue suit, stood on the beam of an abandoned factory.
Beneath his feet, several gangsters lay sprawled, groaning.
This was the lair of the Jigsaw Gang.
With the death of Kingpin, these secondary gangs that had originally been suppressed began to emerge, attempting to set themselves up as kings.
But they soon discovered that what they were facing was not an opportunity, but doomsday.
"Too weak!"
Peter shook his head and jumped down from the beam.
He didn't use any high-tech weapons, relying solely on his indestructible elbows and elusive movement techniques.
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Elbow]
Peter was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep; the enemies had no power to fight back against him.
In less than ten minutes, the Jigsaw Gang was wiped out, and similar scenes were constantly playing out all over New York.
At the same time, every time Peter broke a gang, he would absorb a group of strong and sturdy subordinates to join the newly established Spider Gang.
"Too satisfying! Buddy, following you was definitely the right choice!"
Anaconda had been very active recently.
The Serpent Society learned that New York was profitable and that a powerful "HYDRA colleague" was in charge, so they immediately dispatched more members to assist Anaconda.
With super-human thugs as vanguards, plus Peter's overwhelming combat power, the resistance in New Yorkwas like paper.
The distribution of profits was also very simple.
Since the Serpent Society thought Peter was one of their own and were awed by the terrifying strength he displayed, their attitude was very friendly, and they even took the initiative to curry favor.
Anaconda proposed that the Serpent Society would only take 30% of the profits and share a portion of their technology and intelligence network with Peter as an initiation fee.
The remaining majority of the profits would all go into the pockets of the Spider Gang.
Fisk Tower, top floor.
The luxurious office that once belonged to Kingpin had now changed owners.
Wesley was sitting behind the newly replaced bulletproof desk, processing a mountain of documents.
His dark circles were heavy, but his spirit was very excited.
"Boss, this is the earnings report for the week."
Wesley reported respectfully via a network video call.
"After we received Kingpin's legacy, we also annexed the territories of The Jigsaw and Hammerhead."
"Now the entire Hell's Kitchen, Harlem, and the docks of Brooklyn are all under our control."
"The cash flow is very healthy, and the acquisition case by Osborn Industries has also helped us launder most of our assets."
Peter used his wristband to remotely receive the report information, glanced at it casually, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well done, Wesley."
He used a projection to turn and look at the other side of the office.
Standing there was a muscular black man in a yellow T-shirt with muscles like iron.
Luke Cage.
At this moment, Luke was no longer the small-time hoodlum who only knew how to carry crates on the docks.
After these few days of baptism by blood and fire, he had acquired the dignity and killing intent of a true superior.
As the "Security Director" of the Spider Gang, he was in charge of hundreds of elite thugs.
"Luke, how is the training of the newly recruited underlings going?"
Peter asked.
"Reporting to the boss!"
Luke Cage straightened his back and answered loudly.
"The disobedient troublemakers have been cleared out, and the remaining people have all been placed under militarized management according to your requirements."
"As long as you give the order, we will strike wherever you point!"
"Very good."
Peter looked at these two great generals, one civil and one martial, and felt a sense of accomplishment.
Wesley was responsible for making money and operations.
Luke Cage was responsible for security and armed deterrence.
And he only needed to be a behind-the-scenes emperor who never showed his face but controlled everything, collecting money on time.
Chapter 94: The Sabre-toothed Spider
Osborn Tower, Bio-Lab—the place with the highest concentration of biotechnology in New York.
In the center of the laboratory.
A sophisticated surgical table, emitting a cold metallic luster, was currently in operation.
A woman was restrained on the surgical table.
She had red hair like burning flames, but her skin showed a sickly paleness.
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Her hands and feet were tightly locked by specially made alloy shackles, and her body was covered with various vital signs monitoring electrodes.
She was laid out in a spread-eagle position, completely stripped of her ability to resist.
Typhoid Mary.
This madwoman, who was once feared in Hells Kitchen, possessed multiple personalities and dual powers of telekinesis and fire.
At this moment, the arrogance and madness of the past had long since vanished from her eyes.
Her gaze was hollow and numb, even revealing a "just destroy me, hurry up" sense of despair.
In these short few days.
Typhoid Mary had experienced the darkest moments of her life.
Being defeated by that muscular woman named Anacondawas only the beginning of the nightmare.
Falling into the hands of Peter—who looked handsome and sunny but was actually a scientific madman—was the true hell.
She had been sliced.
Literally sliced.
To conquer the World-class challenge of "multiple superpower gene coexistence," Peter needed a perfect experimental subject.
And Typhoid Mary, as a Mutant who naturally accommodated several different abilities, was undoubtedly the best gift sent by God.
"All physiological indicators are normal, heart rate is steady, and brain wave activity is in a low-level suppressed state."
Peter wore a spotless white lab coat.
Wearing sterile gloves, he held a sharp scalpel whose blade glinted coldly under the lights.
He stood before the surgical table.
Looking at Typhoid Mary was like examining an unfinished work of art.
"Miss Mary, today's experiment is the final step."
"If it succeeds, you will successfully obtain an 'immortal body'; you should feel honored."
Peter's voice was calm, while Typhoid Mary didn't even bother to lift an eyelid.
Honored?
If she could, she would have rather died directly under Anaconda's fists back then.
"Let's begin."
Peter's wrist flicked lightly.
*Sshhk!*
The scalpel sliced across Typhoid Mary's smooth arm.
It cut a deep ten-centimeter wound, yet there was no bloody scene of gushing blood.
In the next second, something eerie happened.
*Zzzzzzz—*
The curled flesh seemed to have a consciousness of its own as countless visible granulations frantically squirmed and grew.
In less than three seconds, the muscle tissue reconnected and the wound closed.
Ten seconds later.
Not even a hint of a scar remained, revealing the new pink skin beneath.
The entire arm was as good as new, as if the shocking wound from a moment ago was just Peter's hallucination.
"Healing speed is perfect."
Watching this scene, Peter didn't show much surprise; instead, he nodded with satisfaction.
He checked an item on the electronic recording tablet in his hand.
"It seems the fusion was very successful."
He put down the scalpel.
Taking off the blood-stained gloves, he casually tossed them into the nearby medical waste incinerator.
It was clear.
While Typhoid Mary was originally powerful, she didn't have this terrifying self-healing ability comparable to Wolverine.
The reason she could do this.
Was because during these few days of experimentation, Peter had successfully transplanted the X-gene fragment extracted from Sabretooth into her body perfectly.
Sabretooth's healing factor was a genetic power even more domineering and primitive than Dr. Connors' Lizard Serum.
But the effect was also more powerful.
It granted the host near-immortal vitality and wild animal instincts.
"The new superpower gene fusion is successful."
Peter turned around and looked at Dr. Connors, who had been standing behind the monitoring console.
"Most importantly, this foreign healing factor did not produce a rejection reaction with her original telekinesis and fire genes."
"Our line of thinking was correct."
This was a milestone breakthrough.
It meant Peter held the key to breaking down genetic barriers.
Dr. Connors pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Looking at the harmoniously coexisting gene fragments on the screen, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
"Peter—"
Dr. Connors' tone even carried a hint of trembling in the face of the unknown.
"You are not just a genius; you are a complete madman. Do you know what this means?"
"You have stepped into the forbidden zone of the gods."
Dr. Connors pointed at the data on the screen, his voice somewhat agitated.
"In Greek mythology, there is a monster called the Chimera."
"It has the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a python. It is a product of divine punishment, a symbol of chaos."
"But what you are doing—"
Connors looked at Typhoid Mary lying on the table with three superpowers.
"You are creating a 'Chimera' that has a human appearance but integrates the advantages of multiple superpowers."
"This is no longer just making super soldiers; this is a perfect organism. This is handcrafting a god. You are challenging the majesty of God."
If this technology were to leak out.
The entire World's landscape would be completely overturned.
Because as long as there were enough genetic samples, one could mass-produce all-powerful Supermen.
Facing Dr. Connors' lament, Peter just shrugged easily.
"Perfect organism?"
Peter smiled and joked, "Perhaps a true perfect organism should look like me?"
He pointed at himself.
"Doctor, myths are created, and science is used to break them."
"If God really exists, he should be very happy to see that his creations have learned to evolve themselves."
Peter's tone sounded light.
But this was definitely not empty talk.
He had the system, various cross-dimensional skills, cultivation techniques, and now he mastered gene fusion technology.
All powers were concentrated in one person.
If he added several more powerful superpowers to himself, such as the Omega-level X-gene from Sovereign.
In this timeline where the Avengers hadn't even been officially established yet.
Peter himself didn't dare imagine.
Just how strong he would be by then. In this timeline before the Avengers officially formed.
He could probably easily defeat Thanos from the depths of the Universe, right?
"Alright, Doctor."
Peter tucked away his smile, his expression becoming serious and focused.
"Since the guinea pig experiment has succeeded and verified the feasibility of the theory, it's time for the main subject."
"Start the preparations. I want to perform the first self-fusion."
"I'll use Sabretooth's self-healing ability as the foundation first."
Dr. Connors heard this.
His expression turned stern, and he immediately entered work mode.
"Understood. With your current powerful physique, the risk of fusing this physical-side enhancement gene should be within a controllable range."
After several days of rigorous scientific experiments on Typhoid Mary.
Peter and Dr. Connors had summarized a set of Golden Rules for "Multiple Superpower Coexistence":
First Rule: The Foundation Theory.
To build a skyscraper of multiple superpowers within the body, the foundation must be deep enough.
And this foundation is vitality.
One must prioritize fusing a powerful "healing factor" or "life enhancement" type of ability.
This kind of ability.
Is like the best adhesive and buffer; it allows a person's health bar to skyrocket, making the margin for error extremely high.
Whether it's Wolverine or Sabretooth.
They don't seem to have any fancy energy attacks.
But relying on a body that won't die no matter how it's hit and won't break no matter how it's used, they've ground down countless powerful enemies.
Only with such a formidable physical body.
Can one support the subsequent more intense and dangerous genetic modifications.
Second Rule: The Law of Incremental Thresholds.
Every time a new gene is fused, the requirement for the host's physical fitness rises exponentially.
Peter had already calculated it clearly in the experiments:
With the premise of having the Spider-Man basic enhancement, to fuse the second ability—Sabretooth's healing factor.
The required Constitution attribute threshold isn't high, needing only about 25 points to carry it.
For Peter, whose Constitution was as high as over two hundred points.
This was a piece of cake, no pressure at all.
However.
This was only the beginning.
If after fusing the healing factor, he wanted to fuse a third ability—Sovereign's Omega-level gene.
Then the required Constitution attribute would soar directly to over 500 points!
"500 Constitution points—"
Peter calculated silently in his mind.
"That's equivalent to five hundred times the vitality of an ordinary person. Although I'm strong now, I'm still far from it."
If he forced the fusion.
His body would likely collapse into a pile of genetic debris.
But Peter didn't feel despair; instead, he was full of fighting spirit because he had cheats.
In his hands, he still saved several precious skill points and skills that hadn't been developed to the limit.
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist].
Every level up gives a large amount of attributes.
[Armament Haki].
This is a skill specifically for training the body; training it high will definitely add Constitution.
[Jade Spirit Breathing Technique].
A cultivation technique that cleanses the marrow and tendons; this is the main source of attribute increases in the later stages.
"As long as I grind these skill levels up, 500 Constitution points are not out of reach."
Peter felt certain in his heart.
"Even once I enter the threshold of cultivation, successfully build my foundation, and achieve physical sanctity, even fusing ten or eight more abilities won't be a problem."
Having thought through all this, Peter no longer hesitated.
"Come out, my little cutie."
Peter walked to the biological cultivation tank and pressed the red release button.
*Sshhk!*
As the pressure valve opened, a creature with a ferocious appearance and a primitive wild aura slowly crawled out.
This was a brand-new Super Spider.
Its size was much larger than the "Ghost Dream Weaver" given to Gwen before, about the size of an adult's fist.
Its whole body was a dark brownish color similar to dried blood, and its back was covered with thick, mane-like bristles.
The most eye-catching part was its mouthparts.
Those weren't ordinary fangs, but two long, sharp white bone spurs like Sabretooth's tusks, glinting with a cold light.
Even its forelimbs had become exceptionally thick and long, with hooked ends.
More than a spider, it looked like a miniature version of a fierce Beast.
[Model: Sabre-toothed Spider]
This was the special carrier Peter had meticulously cultivated using Sabretooth's flesh and blood samples combined with a Super Spider embryo.
Improved genes flowed within it, carrying Sabretooth's domineering healing gene and wild animal instincts.
"Just one bite from this little guy—"
Peter looked at those two long fangs, extended his left arm, rolled up his sleeve, and revealed his firm forearm muscles.
"I'll be able to have the same immortal body as Wolverine, even stronger, because I won't have the side effects of Adamantium poisoning."
This was also an important piece of the puzzle on his path to becoming a "perfect organism."
Dr. Connors stood aside, holding emergency equipment and inhibitors, his expression tense: "Are you ready, Peter?"
"Although theoretically there's no problem, the moment this violent gene is injected, it will be very painful."
"Pain?"
Peter looked at the baring-claws-and-teeth Sabre-toothed Spider, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"For me, pain is just a catalyst for evolution."
Chapter 95: Fusing the Second Ability
"Come on!"
Peter proactively moved his arm in front of the Sabre-toothed Spider.
The aggressive creature didn't hesitate at all and lunged forward violently.
Two sharp, bone-spur fangs bit fiercely into Peter's skin, sinking deep into the muscle.
"Hiss!!!"
A surge of scorching, violent energy, accompanied by what sounded like the roar of a wild Beast,
was instantly injected into Peter's blood vessels through the wound.
The evolution had begun.
"Hiss—!!!"
The moment the venom was injected, Peter sucked in a breath of cold air, his brow furrowed tightly, and veins bulged across his forehead.
Pain.
A heart-piercing pain.
It wasn't just the pain of skin being punctured; it felt more like a mass of burning lava flowing through his veins, instantly spreading throughout his body.
Wherever it passed, the originally stable cellular structures were forcibly torn and incinerated.
This X-gene.
It originated from the Beast known as Victor Creed, a domineering power full of primitive, violent, wild, and murderous desires.
It wasn't agile and mysterious like the spider gene.
Instead, it was like a heavy bulldozer, attempting to crudely rewrite the blueprint of life within Peter's body.
"Warning: Severe genetic conflict detected."
"Warning: Body temperature rising sharply————Cellular metabolism rate has exceeded critical threshold——"
On the monitoring screen nearby,
the originally steady green data stream turned into an eye-piercing red alarm, flickering frantically.
The original resident within Peter's body,
the long-established and modified "Super Spider gene," clearly didn't welcome this rude intruder.
Two completely different extraordinary powers
engaged in a fierce battle of encounter at the level of Peter's microscopic cells.
"Ugh————"
Peter gritted his teeth.
This genetic war, when reflected on his physical body, manifested as an agonizing pain as if all the bones in his body were being crushed and reconstructed.
Although the technology was becoming more mature and Peter's constitution was as high as over two hundred points,
this was, after all, a dual genetic fusion across species and systems; pain was an inevitable path for evolution.
However,
just when the two forces were at a stalemate,
a sudden change occurred.
"Buzz."
From deep within Peter's dantian, an extremely faint but exceptionally cool vibration suddenly emanated.
That feeling
was like a sweet and clear spring suddenly gushing out in a scorching desert.
[Passive Triggered: Jade Spirit Breathing Technique(LV1)]
This Cultivation technique from a mysterious Cultivationplane.
Even though Peter had only been practicing it for a few days, and its current level was a pitiful LV1,
and the total amount of "spiritual power" produced was so small it couldn't even fill a single meridian,
nevertheless,
the quality of this energy was terrifyingly high.
If the spider gene and the X-gene were two different types of biological fuel, full of impurities and risks of explosion,
then this newly born, faintly green "spiritual power" was the purest and most stable high-dimensional energy.
It began to circulate automatically.
Within Peter's surprised internal senses,
that wisp of green spiritual power, like an elegant and majestic monarch, slowly flowed into the chaotic battlefield.
It didn't join either side's slaughter.
On the contrary,
it acted like a layer of warm lubricant, gently enveloping the genetic fragments that were undergoing violent conflict.
"This is————"
Peter was greatly shocked, "It's mediating?"
Under the nourishment of the spiritual power,
the violent Sabretooth gene miraculously calmed down, its wild restlessness smoothed over.
Only the purest vitality remained.
And the originally exclusive spider gene also seemed to sense some higher-level rule guidance.
It began to actively accept this new partner.
The painful adaptation period that would have originally taken hours or even days to complete,
under the intervention of the Cultivation spiritual power, had the fast-forward button pressed to dozens of times the speed.
Fusion.
Reconstruction.
Evolution.
Peter could clearly feel that the two forces within his body were no longer attacking each other, but starting to intertwine and spiral upward.
Eventually, they formed a brand new, more stable genetic architecture.
"Whew————"
Peter exhaled a long breath of turbid air. That breath seemed to carry out all the impurities and waste heat from his body.
The feeling of pain receded like a tide.
Replacing it was an unprecedented sense of comfort and fullness.
It was a continuous stream of vitality.
It was like parched land welcoming spring rain, or like an oil lamp about to go out being injected with nuclear fuel.
Peter felt
every one of his cells cheering, greedily devouring this newborn power.
"This Cultivation technique is truly powerful."
Peter opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing through them. Looking at his hands, his heart was filled with wonder.
He had originally thought
that at its current stage, the Jade Spirit Breathing Technique could only be used for health preservation or as a substitute for sleep, but he never expected
this thing would actually be a catalyst for genetic fusion!
"It is inherently a gentle technique that emphasizes 'Harmony between Man and Nature' and 'Following the Natural Law.'"
Peter thought to himself.
"It can encompass all things, so naturally, it can also encompass different genes."
"Even without this spiritual power, I could have succeeded, but it definitely wouldn't have been this easy or this perfect."
In fact,
Peter had a faint feeling:
Precisely because of the intervention of spiritual power, the effect of this fusion might be even better than expected.
It wasn't just 1+1=2, but a qualitative change had occurred.
A moment later,
Peter stood up from the experimental chair.
His movements were light yet powerful, so much so that because of the surge in strength, he almost crushed the floor tiles.
He moved his neck, his joints letting out crisp popping sounds.
"Feels great."
Peter clenched his fists; that unprecedented sense of healthiness made him a bit intoxicated.
If his former self, though strong, could still feel the limits and fatigue of the physical body,
then his current self felt like a perpetual motion machine.
"With my current vitality————"
Peter closed his eyes to sense it.
"Never mind living to a hundred; as long as I don't get my head chopped off or get blown to bits, living for five hundred years probably won't be a problem."
This was the prototype of a long-lived species in the true sense.
"System, open personal panel."
Peter thought silently.
He couldn't wait to see how much of a data boost this epic evolution had brought.
A translucent blue light screen expanded before his eyes.
A series of jaw-dropping numbers jumped out.
[Host: Peter Parker]
[Level: LV9]
[Race: Human (Mutant/Genetic Fuser)]
[Strength: 1145]
[Agility: 267]
[Spirit: 307]
[Constitution: 350+ (Continuously growing)]
Looking at these figures, Peter couldn't help but whistle.
"Strength has finally broken a thousand."
1145 points of strength.
This meant that his normal physical strength had firmly surpassed the hundred-ton mark and was even moving toward a higher level.
And this was just his normal state.
If combined with the hardening of Armament Haki, the power-delivery techniques of Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist, and the backstab critical hits of Fraud Magic————
Peter was certain.
With a single punch now, he could really send Hulk flying a hundred meters.
"However, the agility attribute is indeed a bit out of sync."
Peter looked at the relatively "pitiful" 267 points and shook his head somewhat helplessly.
Although 267 points of agility
was already over two hundred times that of an average person, enough for him to easily dodge bullets and walk on walls as if they were level ground,
compared to his strength, it was indeed lacking.
"This is also normal."
Peter analyzed himself.
"Spider-Man's agility is more reflected in 'flexibility,' 'balance,' and 'nerve reaction speed.'"
"Rather than pure linear movement speed."
He wasn't Quicksilver, nor was he the Flash.
Peter still couldn't achieve supersonic running; his agility was used for dodging and weaving within a small area.
"As long as I'm not a speed-type contestant whose body breaks the sound barrier, the agility attribute probably won't catch up to strength for the time being."
Next was the spirit attribute.
[Spirit: 307]
This value was even higher than agility, which surprised Peter a bit, but on second thought, it made sense.
Although he hadn't specifically practiced magic like Doctor Strange, nor did he have powerful mental abilities like Professor X,
nonetheless, "Knowledge is power."
Peter glanced at his luxurious skill bar:
[Genetic Engineering (LV7)]
[Mechanical Dynamics (LV6)]
[Physics (LV5)]
[Electrodynamics (LV6)]
These knowledge-based skills.
Each level increase was a development and expansion of the brain.
Combined with Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist, a martial art that emphasized artistic conception, and the Jade Spirit Breathing Technique's nourishment of the soul,
finally,
obtaining 307 points of spirit attribute wasn't an exaggeration.
Last was the core of this evolution—[Constitution].
[Constitution: 350+]
This had originally been Peter's shortcoming.
It was the "bottomless pit" into which he had to dump his precious free attribute points every time he leveled up.
Before this,
Peter had barely managed to break 200 points through hard point allocation.
However,
with just this one fusion of the "Healing Factor," the value had skyrocketed like a Rocket, straight up to 350
points!
And the system note showed: [Continuously growing].
This meant
that as his body further adapted to the Healing Factor, this value would automatically rise.
"This is the power of genes————"
Peter couldn't help but marvel.
"Just like a Pokémon evolving, it's a qualitative change in life form, and all attributes undergo a phased leap."
350 points of constitution didn't just mean his health bar had thickened.
It represented
that Peter's current bone hardness, muscle density, toxin resistance, radiation resistance, and stamina recovery speed————
had all reached a non-human realm.
"Just looking at the data isn't intuitive enough; I need something practical."
Peter closed the system panel.
His gaze fell upon a medical scalpel made of high-carbon steel used for surgery nearby.
He picked up the scalpel and aimed it at his newly strengthened left arm.
"Let's give it a try."
Peter didn't hesitate, exerting force with his wrist as he slashed the blade fiercely against his skin.
"Screech—"
An ear-grating sound of friction rang out.
It was like scratching a blackboard with fingernails, or a metal cutter hitting a tire.
Peter felt significant resistance.
The surface of his skin seemed to be covered with an invisible biological force field, terrifyingly tough.
And this was just his normal skin; if he added the hardening of Armament Haki————
"Not enough force?" Peter increased his strength.
"Snap!"
A slight crisp sound.
The tip of that sharp scalpel actually snapped off directly, and the blade showed obvious signs of curling and severe wear.
While on Peter's arm,
only a shallow white mark appeared, which hadn't even fully cut through the dermal layer.
"Good grief, this defensive power————"
Peter tossed away the ruined scalpel with some speechlessness and swapped it for a specially made laser cutting knife.
This time,
he used fifty percent of his strength and gave a fierce slash.
"Puff."
He finally broke through the defense.
The skin was sliced open, revealing a wound about three centimeters long.
A trace of bright red blood had just seeped out, not even having time to gather into a droplet and fall.
The next second.
The muscle tissue on both sides of the wound seemed to have the fast-forward button pressed, instantly wriggling, stretching, and bonding back together.
In less than three seconds,
the wound disappeared.
Not even a scar was left; the skin was as smooth as before, as if that cut just now had been an illusion.
"Healing time: 2.8 seconds."
Dr. Connors, who had been watching closely from the side, couldn't help but let out an exclamation of wonder.
He pushed up his glasses.
Looking at Peter's undamaged arm, his eyes were full of shock.
"Peter, the performance of the Healing Factor in your body is simply perfect."
Dr. Connors compared it with the previous data.
"It's far superior to the test subject Typhoid Mary; for the same wound, she would need about ten seconds to heal."
This wasn't just because Peter's own foundation was good.
It was also because the "spiritual power" was secretly nourishing the cells, providing additional energy support.
"Performing another genetic superposition modification on top of an already modified foundation."
Dr. Connors looked at Peter,
his tone carrying a hint of longing.
"If we can continue with this line of thought, fusing a third, a fourth————even more abilities."
"Peter, I'm afraid you could become truly invincible in this World, right?"
In his view,
Peter's current state was already near-godlike, with strength, speed, defense, and self-healing having no shortcomings.
If he fused other special abilities, who else in the Worldcould stop him?
However,
facing the doctor's praise, Peter calmly shook his head, his eyes maintaining a rare clarity.
"It's not that exaggerated, Doctor."
"This World is very large, and there are plenty of strong people; some gaps are very difficult to bridge simply by relying on genetic modification."
The World in Dr. Connors' eyes only consisted of science.
The highest peak he saw was around the level of the normal Hulk.
But as a transmigrator, Peter's vision was much broader.
He knew
what kind of monsters were hidden in this disaster-prone Marvel Universe.
Mephisto of the Hell Dimension, Dormammu of the Dark Dimension, the Phoenix Force, the Celestials, the Infinity Stones.
Facing those existences that involved rules, souls, causality, and even the ability to modify reality,
relying solely on physical resistance? Relying solely on genetic mutation?
It wasn't enough, far from enough.
"Then what should we rely on?" Dr. Connors was somewhat puzzled.
"If even perfect biological genes can't do it, what other power can contend with those existences?"
Peter turned his head.
Looking at Dr. Connors, he showed a serious expression: "Of course, it's by cultivating immortality."
Peter said in all seriousness.
The "K'un-L'un" martial artists in the Marvel Universe, when trained to the extreme, could truly shatter the Phoenix Force with their fists.
And the Jade Spirit Breathing Technique he now mastered was of an even higher grade than K'un-L'un martial arts.
As long as he could reach Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul————
at that time,
traversing the void with his physical body, hand-crafting nuclear bombs, and even reversing time—that would be called true invincibility.
However,
"Hahahahaha!"
Dr. Connors was stunned for a moment, then burst into a fit of laughter, patting Peter on the shoulder.
"Peter, you're really humorous."
"Cultivating immortality? You mean those things from Eastern mythological stories? Alright, that's a good joke."
He completely thought Peter was joking.
After all,
in the eyes of a materialist scientist like Connors, so-called "immortality Cultivation" was just like magic—it was all unscientific superstition.
Peter looked at the doctor who was laughing uncontrollably and sighed helplessly.
"I'm clearly telling the truth, why doesn't this guy believe me?"
He shook his head, not bothering to explain further.