"So, the problem is dealing with the negative emotions that come with the Black Death Sword when it's integrated. Once I handle those, I can use the Venom Blade Suit without worry!" Peter decided.
"Mr. Parker, are you alright?" Friday's voice sounded.
Over ten minutes had passed since Peter entered the Sonic Weapon Lab and put on the symbiote suit.
During those ten minutes, Peter had been standing still.
According to their agreement, if something went wrong with Peter, he would activate the sonic weapon and notify Tony Stark.
"Whew—" Peter exhaled, shook his head, "Friday, I'm fine, just need to control my emotions. Do you have any relaxing music? Play me a song."
"Understood, Mr. Parker."
Can you blow my whistle baby whistle baby, (Baby, can you whistle like me?)
Let me know~ (Let me know you can) Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it, And we start real slow (Girl, I'm going to teach you how to whistle, and we'll start slow) You just put your lips together, And you come real close (You just put your lips together, and then bring them very close)
A light and cheerful whistling song rang out in the Sonic Weapon Lab.
It has to be said, it actually had some effect.
Peter felt that his mood was indeed a little better now, and some of the bloodlust in his mind was suppressed again.
But it's still not enough.
It seemed that the negative emotions had sensed Peter was trying to get rid of them, and they fought back.
It's like when we're in a bad mood, we try hard to control it, but we find that the bad things keep coming.
If you can get through it, your mood will improve; if you can't, your mood will get worse.
At this time, you need something else to distract you.
"Friday, play some more comedy movies!" Peter whistled in a broken rhythm, tapping his foot to the beat.
But if you looked closely, you'd see he was stomping with a lot of force, because he was currently filled with a violent urge to destroy things.
He felt like he was just "lightly" tapping along to the rhythm, but in reality, each time his foot came down, the thick steel plate beneath it would slightly dent.
In a short while, a considerable curve had formed under his foot.
Clearly, the Venom Blade Suit not only granted Peter strength but also added a "hardness" attribute.
Well, a weapon that could slay the Celestials couldn't possibly not be hard, could it?
"Alright, Mr. Parker."
Star-Friday, ever obliging, immediately deployed a 3D imaging projector, positioning the image just outside the window in front of Peter.
In front of Peter was the thick special material wall of the Sonic Weapon Lab, which looked like glass and was transparent. But in actuality, it was a crystalline special material, no less strong than special steel.
After all, its initial goal was to contain Peter, the Second Generation Venom, who had hundreds of tons of strength. How could it not put effort into its defense?
Whoosh—
With another song, the scene changed.
OHHHHHHH, Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SpongeBob SquarePants!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! SpongeBob SquarePants!
Then, SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick Star appeared in front of Peter.
Peter felt the negative emotions in his mind were suppressed a bit more.
"Still, not enough, do it again!"
So, Mr. Bean also appeared in front of Peter.
"Not enough, more!"
On another part of the space, Jim Carrey appeared.
One by one, the scenes of comedy animations, movies, and music, even Peter's own funny videos from the past, and videos of him and Betty together, filled the space.
Nearly ten images crammed onto this wall.
Peter now felt like he was standing in a TV store in a mall, with screens all around him, each showing different content.
For ordinary people, watching so many screens simultaneously wouldn't be amusing; it would just be noisy.
But Peter was different. He was Spider-Man.
His senses were already dozens of times more acute than the average person's, so much so that he had to wear a mask to maintain focus.
Now, this multi-screen linkage method was just right for him.
Oh, wait, it's still not quite there. "Friday, speed them all up to five times the speed!"
"Understood, Mr. Parker."
The images began to accelerate.
Peter's eyes moved rapidly.
Now, no matter which screen he looked at, he could be absorbed by the content for a while.
These images and sounds could now keep up with the speed of his thoughts.
Gradually, these things began to replace the negative emotions in Peter's mind.
Boom!
Peter suddenly flashed, appearing in front of the special transparent wall, and threw a punch.
Crack!
The special transparent wall made a crisp sound, and a large chunk bulged outward where Peter's left fist landed.
Boom, boom, boom!
Peter threw three more punches in a row, each one stronger than the last.
Bang!
Where the last punch landed, the special material transparent wall, which had a hardness exceeding special steel, was directly punched through!
Peter's left hand was also slightly fractured by the force of the recoil.
But he just moved his hand, and these minor injuries instantly recovered.
"Phew——"
Then, he exhaled deeply.
"Alright, Friday, you can turn it off now," Peter said.
"Understood, Mr. Parker."
Friday removed the music and images.
"Looks like you've mastered a brand new ability?" Stark's voice sounded.
Peter nodded.
He wasn't surprised that Stark was paying attention.
After all, even an AI could tell he wasn't doing well, considering he'd been trying to distract himself by looking at so much stuff at once to suppress his negative emotions.
"Is this... Venom evolved?" Stark asked.
Peter said, "Yes, I'm calling it: Venom Blade Suit. It's a brand new suit after Venom's transformation and evolution, like a metamorphosis."
"Ugh, that's so weird."
".What's weird about it?"
"Isn't metamorphosis called 'weird development'? Even I, who hates those things, knows that. You don't?" Stark shrugged.
Peter: .Though I want to argue, he's right, what do I do?
"It's just a metaphor, a metaphor, understand?" Peter emphasized.
"I get it, I get it. Kids really do 'develop' suddenly when they reach a certain age," Stark said, drawing out the "velop" sound to make his meaning clear.
Peter clenched his fists.
I really want to tear apart a few Iron Armors. Help! I need it now.
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