Seeing Spider-Man gain such overwhelming power, Carl's thoughts imdiately turned to soone connected to him
the Green Goblin.
After all, the Green Goblin was none other than Norman Osborn
the chairman of the board and a major shareholder of the company Carl himself owned stock in.
Moreover, Carl actually knew the man personally.
They weren't close, but they had t on several occasions.
Carl didn't want anything bad to happen to him.
So, over the next few days, he decided to keep a closer watch
not just to prevent Norman from ruining the company,
but also to make sure the man didn't lose his life in the process.
——
The next morning.
The newfound power Peter Parker had awakened was bringing him all sorts of small troubles.
For instance
When the alarm rang and he reached out half-asleep to smack it quiet, he ended up smashing it to pieces.
When brushing his teeth, he accidentally squeezed the entire tube of toothpaste empty.
And while washing his face, he snapped the faucet clean off…
His senses, too, had beco extraordinarily sharp.
He could clearly sense insects crawling within the room,
and even perceive the faint sound of a breeze brushing past.
Realizing sothing was wrong, Peter began poring over his father's notes.
He also searched through books to understand the formulas scrawled in those pages.
After studying for a while, Peter decided to head out
to find his father's old colleague, Dr. Curt Connors.
At first, Connors didn't want to receive him at ho.
But when Peter ntioned his father's na,
the doctor was visibly surprised, and finally let him in.
Peter first asked about his parents' whereabouts.
Connors could only shake his head—he had no idea where Peter's father had gone.
All he could offer was a regretful apology.
Peter wasn't too surprised.
After all, his father had vanished for years without leaving a trace.
Then he brought up cross-species genetics.
Dr. Connors firmly believed in it.
Peter learned that both his father and Connors had once been ridiculed as "mad scientists"
for their belief in this theory.
Later, his father even succeeded in breeding genetically modified spiders
but for so unknown reason, he disappeared soon after.
They could have changed the fate of humanity…
Hearing that, Peter couldn't help asking,
"What if—"
"What if it worked? If you'd succeeded
how much of another species' power could a human actually endure?
And what would the side effects be?"
Connors thought for a mont before answering,
"It's hard to say. None of the test subjects have ever survived. The problem always lies in"
Before he could finish, Peter cut in:
"—the decay algorithm."
Connors froze, startled.
"How do you know that term?" he asked in disbelief.
"…Yes. That's exactly it."
Peter gestured toward the desk. "May I?"
"Of course."
Peter quickly took up the pen and paper,
and began jotting down the formula from his father's notebook.
Through his earlier readings, he'd realized
this was the decay algorithm.
Connors stared at the formula, eyes widening in astonishnt.
"A genius beyond asure!"
Because this algorithm
it could actually work.
Excitent surged through him.
If the experint proved successful
Then his own missing arm could regenerate.
He could be whole again.
No—he could beco sothing greater than ordinary humans.
After praising Peter's brilliance, Connors arranged a eting.
He hoped Peter could co to Oscorp Tower after school.
Peter agreed gladly.
——
The next day, at school.
Peter was in the indoor basketball court.
A player accidentally knocked over a bottle of paint belonging to a girl nearby.
"Hey! You did that on purpose, didn't you?" the girl snapped.
The player shrugged lazily.
"Of course not. If I ant it, I'd have aid the ball right at your paint."
"You!"
The girl fud but could do nothing.
One of the players picked up the basketball again.
Peter walked over, helping the girl pick up her spilled paints.
"You okay?" he asked gently.
Just then, another basketball ca flying toward them.
Peter, still facing the girl and not even looking behind,
simply raised his hand—
and caught the ball effortlessly.
A tall player shouted, "Hand it over, Parker!"
Peter turned around.
He recognized the guy—
one of Eugene's teammates on the basketball team.
He'd been one of those who used to laugh whenever Eugene bullied Peter.
After thinking for a mont, Peter smiled faintly.
"Why don't you co get it yourself?"
The player burst out laughing.
He'd seen Peter get pushed around plenty of tis before
and now this weakling dared talk back? What a joke.
But when he actually reached for the ball—
he froze.
No matter how hard he tried,
he couldn't take it.
Naturally so.
Peter Parker was no longer ordinary.
His speed, strength, reflexes, and senses had all surpassed human limits.
Forget high school players
even professional NBA athletes wouldn't be able to snatch the ball from him.
In the end, the player failed completely.
Peter decided to show off a little
and perford a slam dunk so powerful,
his knees soared past the backboard
and the hoop shattered.
It was… extrely cool.
But the result?
Peter got called to the principal's office.
Uncle Ben was summoned.
On the way ho, Ben scolded Peter sternly.
The conclusion:
Peter was grounded—and told to pick up Aunt May at nine that evening.
Coincidentally, Gwen Stacy happened to pass by just then.
Uncle Ben, perhaps teasingly, ntioned Peter's computer wallpaper
which featured Gwen's photo.
Then he left the two of them alone.
Peter, embarrassed, tried explaining himself.
To his surprise, Gwen wasn't angry.
Instead, she smiled and asked whether he really still had her old pictures on his computer.
When he sheepishly admitted it,
the two continued their awkward, flustered conversation
until, sohow, Peter ended up inviting her out.
And to his utter shock
she said yes.
He could hardly contain his excitent.
After school, he spent so ti skateboarding,
then went straight to Oscorp Tower to assist Dr. Connors with the experint.
The research took longer than expected.
By the ti he got ho, it was late.
Uncle Ben was upset and scolded him again
Peter, upset about his father's disappearance, lashed out emotionally,
then stord off to clear his head.
At a nearby store, he bought a bottle of milk
but found himself short by two cents.
The store clerk mocked him relentlessly,
even bringing up his father in a sneering tone.
Peter's eyes darkened,
but he said nothing and turned to leave.
Monts later, the next custor walked in
a robber.
The thief stole from the counter and bolted,
tossing Peter a bottle of milk on his way out.
Peter didn't intervene.
As fate would have it
the fleeing robber ran straight into Uncle Ben,
who had gone out looking for Peter.
True to his character, Ben tried to stop him
and was shot in the stomach.
Peter, hearing the gunshot nearby, felt a terrible chill.
He ran toward the sound
and found his uncle lying motionless on the ground.
"Oh my god…"
Peter dropped to his knees, trembling,
checking for a pulse
but there was none.
Tears stread down his face.
And just as his grief reached its breaking point,
a calm, distant voice echoed in the air
"Peter… you've been through quite a lot lately, haven't you?"
End of chapter...
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