The startled little Spider-Man unleashed a stunning electric current.
The high voltage arced through the air between the tiny spider and the human target, causing a rapid expansion of air and a thunderous explosion—blasting Kurt across the room.
Alex stood frozen, completely stunned by what he had just witnessed.
He never imagined that his little Spider-Man could emit electricity.
He had read that certain versions of Spider-Man from parallel universes possessed this ability, but he had never expected his creation to exhibit the same power.
His jaw nearly hit the floor.
What on earth had he created?
It seemed that the extraordinary genome sequence he used had reacted in an unpredictable way with the spider's own genetic code, resulting in something wholly unique—something extraordinary.
After discharging the electric current, little Spider-Man quickly scurried back into the depths of Alex's shirt pocket.
At the same time, the edge of Alex's pocket had been scorched—burned through by the electric blast.
Alex's eye twitched slightly. His shirt was ruined.
In front of him, Kurt lay groaning on the ground, clearly in pain.
As a researcher not used to physical trauma, Kurt felt like his body was falling apart. He had come up to greet his boss after watching the security footage of the lab's hallway—hoping to make a good impression.
But instead, he'd ended up on the receiving end of an electric body slam.
Wincing, Kurt pulled a small vial from his coat pocket. It contained a pale green liquid.
He downed it in one gulp.
Almost instantly, a warm sensation spread through his body, soothing the pain and easing the worst of the damage.
Alex, watching Kurt recover rapidly, raised an eyebrow. "What was that? Some kind of oral wound medicine?"
Seeing the improvement on Kurt's face, Alex quickly put two and two together. Kurt must have taken some kind of internal recovery serum—likely the one he'd mentioned developing earlier.
Kurt's eyes lit up. "Boss, you guessed it right!"
He stood up gingerly, still sore, but recovering.
With a proud smile, Kurt explained, "We've developed two types of wound medicine. One is external—it can be made into adhesive patches, powder, or bandages. The other is internal, like the one I just took. It's not as effective on severe external wounds, but it stabilizes injuries and significantly speeds up recovery."
"With these two products, I believe Osborn is ready for a comeback."
Alex nodded with visible satisfaction. His company's first flagship product was finally ready—and this also meant real operations could begin.
"Have you filed the patent?" Alex asked.
"Absolutely," Kurt replied enthusiastically. "I paid extra to fast-track it. Approval should come through any day now."
This was a proud moment for Kurt. After years of struggling, he was now leading the development of Osborn's first commercially viable product. His confidence had grown; he was no longer the weary, broken man who had once focused only on trying to regrow his lost arm.
Alex noticed the difference and smiled. He stepped forward to pat Kurt on the shoulder in encouragement—
—but Kurt flinched and backed up three steps. "Boss, please, don't come near me. I'm traumatized…"
Still aching from the shock, Kurt gave Alex a pitiful look. "What did I do to deserve this?"
He then nervously glanced at Alex's pocket.
"Sir… if I'm not mistaken… there was a spider in your pocket just now, right?"
"And it—it released an electric current that exploded the air and sent me flying."
Kurt looked genuinely rattled, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Alex nodded casually. "Yeah. It's a mutated spider I've been working on. Honestly, I didn't expect it to be capable of electricity either."
"There are too many strange things in this world. A spider with bioelectric powers is hardly the weirdest."
Hearing that, Kurt's jaw dropped.
"You—you actually created a spider that can release electric currents…?"
"At first I thought it was a robotic spider or some kind of stun weapon shaped like one…"
"But this—this is a living creature with powers… Sir, you're a genius. You're way ahead of your time."
"Can I… Can I take another look at it?"
Alex gave a faint smile and patted his pocket. "Be brave. It won't bite."
In response, the little Spider-Man crawled out, eyeing Kurt with curiosity.
Kurt leaned in, studying the creature like it was a divine artifact.
"That tiny thing can release high-voltage electricity strong enough to explode the air? Incredible!"
He marveled, barely believing his eyes.
"Sir, you're more than a genius. You're practically a creator…"
"I wouldn't be surprised if you blew up a planet one day. You're easily the smartest person on Earth."
After a while, the little Spider-Man, seemingly overwhelmed by the attention, scurried back into Alex's pocket.
"It seems it doesn't like being stared at for too long," Alex observed.
"I'm heading to the lab now."
Kurt nodded. "Understood!"
Alex handed him a folder. "Follow these blueprints and build me a set of custom training equipment. Keep it confidential—have different teams make different parts. Then let someone else assemble them."
Kurt blinked in confusion, but nodded. "Sure! That's no problem. We'll handle it quickly."
He muttered as Alex walked away, "But it's just workout equipment… why all the secrecy?"
Then he flipped open the folder.
Moments later, Kurt's eyes bulged.
"Special magnetic barbells… adjustable load from 10 to 30 tons?!"
"Super gravity squat rack… also 10 to 30 tons?!"
"What kind of training gear is this?!"
"Normal people measure gym equipment in kilograms… 10 kg, 20 kg…"
"But the boss wants weights measured in tons?!"
Kurt gripped his hair in disbelief.
"Is this gear for the Hulk?!"
He let out a long, bitter laugh. "Yep. The boss was right. Being around him really does cause psychological trauma."
"And I just promised to deliver this in half a day…"
Still reeling, Kurt made his way to the equipment department, determined to divide the workload, sign NDAs, and somehow make it happen.
Meanwhile, in the lab—
Alex stepped inside and said confidently, "Once the training gear is ready, I can begin my full regimen."
"With this kind of overload training, my strength will soar. I'll hit hundreds of tons in no time."
"I'm going to push the Spider physique to its limits."
He was in high spirits.
Inside the lab, he shut down all the surveillance systems.
Then turned to his pocket. "Alright, come on out. Let's see what you can do."
The little Spider-Man hopped down to the floor.
"First test—power output. Hit that alloy sandbag wrapped in super fibers. Go all out."
The spider nodded eagerly and shot forward.
Its tiny legs blurred like a spinning wheel as it launched itself into the sandbag.
BANG!
A sharp impact echoed through the room.
A nearby display lit up: 1002 kilograms.
One ton.
Alex's eyes widened. "Whoa."
A one-ton impact from something the size of a ping pong ball…
"Impressive."
The spider spun around proudly, shaking its tiny butt.
Alex smirked and pointed to a nearby speed track. "Next—speed test."
The spider rushed to the start line.
"Go!"
Whoosh!
It zipped across the track like a bullet.
Alex glanced at the monitor. "70 kilometers per hour—on par with a car."
"With this level of agility and strength, it's already close to superhero status."
He adjusted his sunglasses.
"Alright, time to test your electric discharge ability."
He set up a conductive rod and attached a high-voltage scanner.
"Discharge into this. Let's see what you've really got."
The spider stood still, sparks crackling along its body.
Boom!
Electricity surged into the rod.
Numbers flashed: 50,000 volts.
Alex's mouth twitched. "Okay… it's like half a Pikachu."
He checked the scanner readings.
Inside the spider's cells, bioelectricity swirled—high-voltage potential tucked deep into its structure.
These electric charges gathered at the mouth, built up a strong electric field, and then discharged with force.
"So this bioelectricity was always present… the result of combining the extraordinary genome sequence with the spider's DNA."
"And I've got that same genome sequence in my body too…"
Alex paused.
"Could I develop powers like this as well?"
"One way to find out—time to scan my own cells."