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Following the final confrontation, Peter and Gwen remained in this parallel New York for an additional three days. Peter didn't spend this time resting; instead, he pushed his Mechanical Limit Breaker (Level A) to its absolute limits. Within the newly christened Celestial Life Foundation, he personally oversaw the construction of a technological fortress.
He didn't just leave behind blueprints. Peter manufactured a primary supercomputer capable of hosting a high-functioning Deep Blue Consciousness fragment, alongside a standing army of 1,000 T-600 Terminator Robots and various heavy defensive emplacements. The Osborn Group, under Harry's new leadership, spared no expense; materials were air-freighted across the globe at record speeds, allowing Peter to build an impregnable sub-base in a mere 72 hours.
When the time finally came to leave, Peter stood before Harry and Tobey Maguire. The farewell was brief but profound. As Peter and Gwen stepped into the shimmering fracture of the spatial aisle and vanished, the two friends were left in a state of silent awe. Only then did the reality of multiversal travel truly sink in.
"That technology gap... it's enough to make a man despair," Harry whispered, staring at the spot where they had disappeared.
Tobey Maguire placed a steadying hand on Harry's shoulder, a bright look of determination in his eyes. "There's no room for despair, Harry. Peter gave us the tools; now we provide the time. We'll achieve our own miracles in the fields of biology. That is why this foundation exists."
Their path was clear: First, cure Norman Osborn by stripping away the Green Goblin persona. Second, refine a perfect human enhancement serum to eradicate disease. Only then would they turn their gaze toward the stars and the genetic secrets of the symbiote.
Back in the Mainframe
The familiar, nauseating sensation of spatial displacement subsided, replaced by the sterile hum of the Deep Blue main server room. Peter and Gwen exhaled in unison, their feet finding solid ground. This time, there was no panic—only the practiced calm of seasoned travelers.
Gwen immediately checked her phone, confirming the network was stable and no "incidents" had occurred during their absence. Meanwhile, Peter turned toward the towering core of his primary AI.
"Old friend," Peter said, his voice echoing in the vast chamber. "How long were we gone this time?"
The central core pulsed with a soft blue light. "Master, your absence from this dimension lasted exactly 130 hours, 45 minutes, and 19 seconds."
Peter calculated the numbers. "About five days. So, the time flow between our world and Tobey's is roughly $1:1$. That's excellent news." It meant monitoring the Celestial Life Foundation would be far easier than managing his interests in Miles Morales's universe, where time moved at a $5:1$ ratio.
Gwen, realizing she had been "missing" from school for nearly a week, quickly bid Peter farewell. She needed to report to her parents and maintain the facade of a normal high school life before the police chief started a city-wide manhunt for his own daughter.
The Tally of Gains
With Gwen gone, Peter sat in the quiet of the server room to review the spoils of his journey. This trip had been significantly more lucrative than his first. His system light screen shimmered with the rewards:
System Currency: 15,000 Points.
Skill Growth: 2 Skill Points.
Physical Assets: The captured Venom symbiote, the Radiation Sword, and the Anti-Morlun Suit.
Data Acquisitions: Complete T-600 combat analytics and the theoretical framework of Energy Alchemy Arrays.
Peter began the process of integrating the data. "Deep Blue, I'm transmitting the T-600 logs and the Alchemy Array schematics. Encrypt them immediately. I want the T-600 data summarized into a report for Kelly; it's time she starts planning our military product line."
"Understood, Master," the AI responded.
"And what of the company? Did anything happen while I was away?"
"Operations are stable," Deep Blue reported. "However, Justin Hammer, CEO of Hammer Industries, has repeatedly requested a personal meeting with Miss Kelly. She has denied him every time."
Peter scoffed. "Ignore that vulture. Hammer only wants a piece of our tech to cover up his own technical inadequacies. Letting a man like him into our management would be corporate suicide."
An Unusual Prompt
After finalizing the logistics with Deep Blue, Peter prepared for the final part of his return ritual. Typically, a successful traversal ended with a special "card draw" reward. However, as he opened the system interface, the usual lottery screen didn't appear.
Instead, a series of strange, high-frequency characters flickered across the light screen, settling into a prompt he had never seen before. His expression shifted from anticipation to a deep, wary curiosity.
This reward wasn't a gamble—it was something far more specific, and far more potent.
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