Chapter 31 - I am Spider Tobey

You! Yes, you! Stand still, laddy!...

Who recognized it? Ok, forget it.

Well, Peter Parker in the house.

Ten seconds have passed in the training chamber. That equates to 10 hours. But actually, thanks to the mental training pod, we could live in a stable and concrete lucid dream 25 times faster. So it was 250 hours of training, equivalent to 10 days and 10 hours of training.

We could have stayed longer, but it would be mentally exhausting and unnecessary—after all, we’re not in a hurry.

And so, a month passed.

“Well, you’re all familiar enough with your symbiotes now, and finally, today, we can become gods!!” I said dramatically.

“Well, technically, we’re already gods. You have technology that can destroy the universe. You have thousands of worshippers who adore you—and, by extension, us. You can easily create life. I don’t think there’s anything missing,” Emily said.

“She got you there, Tiger, hahaha,” M.J. laughed.

“Bah, don’t sweat the details. This serum I made is probably the most absurd thing I’ve ever created, so it might hurt like a bitch,” I said seriously.

I trained the girls, and they know pain very well. But the pain of having your body reconstructed cell by cell is quite terrifying.

“It kind of scares me that this is the most terrifying thing Pete has ever made. I mean, everything he does defies common sense, and it just keeps getting more ridiculous.” Ursula whispered, and the girls nodded in agreement.

“Peter, if you already knew we’d have the symbiotes, why didn’t you apply the serum earlier? I mean, even if we made new discoveries after getting the symbiote, we could just apply the serum again, and the symbiote would help our body accept it,” Gwen asked.

“Well, my dear Gwen, the problem with not having a symbiote is that our bodies wouldn’t withstand the impact of the serum. And even if I gave us super regeneration, our bodies would fight against the serum, trying to repair our cells. In that case, I’d have to apply a serum stronger than our regeneration, which could once again put us at risk. Sure, I have a few ways to deal with those problems, but we’d end up hitting a barrier in how far we could go without a symbiote. And if I made our bodies too strong beforehand, the symbiote wouldn’t be able to merge properly. Also, the symbiotes need to grow alongside us so they can manage our bodies perfectly.” I explained.

“In short, you could do it, but it’s not worth the risk,” Ursula stated.

My girls understood easily. They’re all extremely intelligent. Even though I didn’t make them more than human through serums, I helped them naturally reach the peak of human capability.

“Exactly, my dear,” I replied with a smile.

“Well, enough stalling. Let’s get to the main event. Each of you, lie down in one of the creation pods. Once you’re ready, just give the order to Friday, and a cylinder containing the serum will appear. Then, use your symbiote to wrap around the cylinder and begin the absorption process,” I explained.

As I spoke, five creation pods appeared.

Each of us lay down inside one. As we did, the pods closed.

When we felt ready, we gave the order. A compartment opened, revealing a cylinder with a black liquid filled with glowing specks. It looked like someone had taken a piece of the night sky, shrunk it, and bottled it. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Then, we wrapped our symbiotes around the cylinders and began the merging process.

The pod could have injected the serum directly, but no method—whether turning it into gas and surrounding us, injecting it into our veins, or any other application—was as efficient and effective as using the symbiote’s merging mechanism.

Soon, we started experiencing spasms of pain, and unfortunately, it was doubled, since the symbiotes were evolving and suffering extreme pain as well.

The pain was so intense that our brains couldn’t shut down to sleep.

Ten hours of uninterrupted agony passed. Fortunately, I had trained the girls—otherwise, they might not have made it. Though the symbiotes would have prevented them from dying.

Then, the pain began to subside, and soon, we all drifted into unconsciousness.

A day later, I woke up.

In the room, one of the five pods was opening. A black figure rose from the pod.

Anyone who saw it would think it was Venom, but much more refined. The teeth weren’t exposed. The body was sleek and stable, without those occasional writhing black tendrils. Another difference was the golden spider emblem.

Soon, the body’s shape began to shift into the Anti-Ock Suit from the 2018 game.

Yes, that’s me. My suit was inspired by the one from the game. I never played it, but I saw the suits, and this one looked amazing alongside my symbiote, which I affectionately call Venom.

My girls also named their symbiotes.

M.J.’s is Scarlet, Gwen’s is Ghost, Ursula’s is Angel, and finally, Emily’s is Rogue.

Simple and to the point, just like their superhero names. The truth is, they love their hero names.

I woke up in just 24 hours, but based on my calculations, the girls would take a month to wake up. Ten hours of extreme, uninterrupted pain isn’t something easy to endure. I only recovered in a single day, probably due to the protection granted by the AI-chip, which is a direct result of Desire and far more powerful than the protection the girls receive from Friday and the bond I have with them.

Desire’s effect isn’t even supposed to be this—it’s actually just a safeguard against mind invasion—but this seems to be a little bonus we gained.

Well, I plan to push my body and powers to the absolute maximum this month while they sleep. Fortunately, I can use my technology and symbiote to enhance everything without having to train much.

What?! You think it’s dumb not to train? Well, sorry to disappoint you, man, but if I can create technology that artificially trains my body to peak condition instantly with no side effects, why the hell would I do the Saitama workout?!

And I’ve been training in my mental landscape with all kinds of powers for years. I have total control over my capabilities—I just need to exercise them.

I’m like one of those overpowered cultivators who died and reincarnated. They know thousands of techniques but need to train their bodies to peak again.

I just have a shortcut. Suck it, cultivators, hehehe.

Unfortunately, my girls aren’t the same. Even though I’ve trained them, they can’t train mentally as much before wearing themselves out. Unlike me, who trains mentally 24/7 with as many memory partitions as I have available. The actual time I’ve spent training is simply incalculable—my brain’s synapses are insanely fast. This decade I’ve spent training probably equates to over 10,000 years—maybe even 100,000 years—of direct combat under different conditions, non-stop.

I’m not entirely sure because I don’t keep count, hehehe. I figure I’d go insane if I actually calculated how many years I’ve been fighting to the death.

Alright, I admit I’m forcing my mind to ignore it. After all, I have eidetic memory, so it’d be easy to recall exactly how long I’ve been fighting.

Let’s just forget about that and focus on the point at hand.

I transformed into a beam of intangible light and phased through the walls at incredible speed, heading straight to the place where I’ll enhance my body.