The Fuse

If Basil were present, he could translate for them:

They will not suffer from their predetermined fate = their loved ones, such as Uncle Ben, Aunt May, Harry, and Mary Jane, will not suffer misfortune from the "Web of Life and Destiny".

Unlike Ron, who was under Basil's protection and was unaffected.

Peter Parker became the only free Spider-Man.

The [Totem Power] on his body completely belonged to him, and he would no longer be subject to the Morlun Family's special attacks on the [Totem Power].

In the distant Marvel Multiverse, in a relatively static universe called Earth-96283 (the universe where Tobey Quill's Spider-Man is), Ben Parker, who was shot and lying in the arms of someone who had disappeared from this universe, has one of the many complications caused by the gunshot wound disappearing. His blood vessel walls will no longer die, thus preventing bleeding from the major arteries.

Peter was unaware of what had happened; he only felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his heart, and his own strength and perception seemed unchanged.

When Peter voiced his doubts, Ron coughed and chuckled, "Haha, finally it's my turn to be a teacher!"

"Peter, it's like this."

"The Spider Totem is undoubtedly a magical force. Whether you are genetically mutated by a spider bite or wear a mecha designed with spider elements, it is essentially magic."

"What?" Peter speechless. "The ability I awakened is the scientification of magic? It's no longer magic?"

In his view, magic should also be another form of science, both being summaries of laws, only with different focuses, so it's just that the superpowers within the body exist in a different form.

But in that case, he would be almost no different from the person before he took [Compound V].

"Not exactly," Magneto said. "Your magnetic field has changed dramatically, like it has transformed from a sponge into steel. Based on my experience, the strength of your body should have undergone a complete transformation."

"Really?" Peter stretched his body.

It's true.

The next day, he, the first person to participate in the test, confirmed this.

"Interesting. A spiderweb-like structure has appeared in your skin. It allows your power to be transmitted better and your body to be more coordinated, while also enhancing your defense. It has covered the surface of your body with a protective shield, which can at least withstand the impact of a high-speed train traveling at 76 km/h without injury."

"Your strength is no longer your most prominent feature, but rather the strength of your Silk and your defensive capabilities."

This test is different from the previous ones; it involves directly entering a machine similar to an MRI scanner and lying down for three minutes.

And the person being tested was no longer the bearded man named Billy Butcher.

Instead, a Black woman with swollen eyes appeared.

The people around her called her a "The Sage".

He is also said to be a superhero, a superhuman with the most developed brain and the ability to regenerate infinitely.

"Where did Professor Butcher go?" Ron asked.

In fact, he was somewhat disappointed; he had been looking forward to showing off the eight spider legs that had grown out of his back like works of art in front of the other students.

However, the testing method has changed drastically today.

Lie in a transparent coffin for three minutes!

"Not everyone can understand the data from the analyzer." The Sage shrugged. "To save computing power, the data it provides is too complicated, and it's like Heavenly Book to empiricists who rely on muscle and limited wisdom."

"As for why he's not here, I suggest you ask your friend Emma. Or wait an hour."

"You know me?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I know everyone." The Sage sized up Ron for a moment. "The only difference is whether it's one-sided or two-sided."

"Your turn, Loki Odin's son. It's certainly good that you don't have to masturbate in that little room, but I hope you can tone down your joy and focus your energy on controlling your abilities. Feeling dizzy for a while is normal; it's the analyzer detecting it."

"This thing is very expensive, and I don't want to cause any losses because of your mistake."

Ron looked closely for a long time but couldn't see anything in Loki that suggested he was happy.

As for Loki himself, he grinned uncomfortably. He hated this woman. He felt as if he were naked in front of her, and all his pretense had been seen through.

Just like Heimdall on a psychological level (Heimdall has the keen eye to see anywhere in the Nine Realms)!

Dark-skinned guys are so annoying (Heimdall is also dark-skinned)!

After lying down in the analyzer, he quickly understood what she meant.

His skin involuntarily turned blue as he began to absorb heat from his surroundings. If he hadn't been prepared and hadn't tried his best to suppress it, he could very well have damaged the device.

At the same time, he became even more wary of this "The Sage".

This is beyond the reach of wisdom; it's practically Prophecy.

Seemingly noticing Loki's gaze, the Sage One smiled slightly. "The abilities of a second awakening of a power user are all traceable and not that difficult to judge. I guess it's absorbing heat... Pfft~" Looking at the finished report, she feigned surprise, "You guessed right!"

"Interesting. You, a Smurf, can actually draw power from dark energy in a low-temperature environment? Only dark energy in this state can do that. Superpowered people are truly a treasure trove. Those madmen who conduct destructive research will never understand your beauty!"

Looking at the "The Sage" who had suddenly gone mad on the stage, Ron thought she was the one who was crazy.

Magneto frowned, as it reminded him of those mad scientists and their days in concentration camps.

"Next up is Katy Pride."

"Interesting ability~ Girl, you'll definitely score high in rescue classes and be able to lead others through obstacles, with a wider range of applications than [Phantom Hero]."

"Tom Riddle, perhaps you prefer to call me Ralph."

"A wondrous brain structure. Your abilities are definitely not just telekinesis. Snake-like transformation? A strange trajectory for your abilities."

Erik Lehnsherr.

"Metalized body, absorbing and storing electricity, hmm~ that reminds me of Starlight, but the most interesting thing is still woohoo—manipulating magnetic fields and electromagnetism, one of the four fundamental forces. I suggest you study electromagnetism, don't get addicted to manipulating metal like the 'The Polarity Man,' okay? You are metal yourself now."

Susan Stone.

"Let me see. Another force field type ability user. Can become invisible, create barriers, generate shockwaves—there are many interesting uses for it. I've sent it to your email, little girl."

Ron Weasley.

"... Another new organ made of this material. You'd better remember to lock the door when you sleep, I'm afraid the equipment department will come and steal your legs. It has outstanding hardness, corrosion resistance, and toughness, and can also serve as a sensory extension, releasing a corrosive defensive force field, acting as your extra digestive organ. Even Reinforced Type III White Mouse can only last one minute in it."

"What?" Ron instinctively summoned his green force field. "It can eat? It can taste... Wait, I haven't grown legs yet..."

"Are you surprised?" The Sage chuckled briefly. "Before your eight legs grew, they weren't nonexistent; they arched and protected your spine, allowing you to manipulate the energy field. As for more of you, you can explore that for yourself."

"Actually, I suggest you consider processing some industrial waste, recyclables, or even nuclear waste. Environmental protection is a niche but vast field with no competition."

"I can eat all of these?" Ron asked in surprise. "Then will I be able to taste them?"

"Let's go first." Ralph quickly pulled Ron away, who wanted to keep asking questions.

The others also hurriedly left the room.

In the corridor.

"Why the rush?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"To avoid revealing more," Loki snorted uncomfortably, "In front of this woman." Thinking of Ron's intelligence, he further explained, "I'm not talking about our abilities; she already knows that clearly through that device. I'm talking about our thought processes."

"She even knows I prefer to be called by my middle name," Ralph said somberly. "I've never even met her."

"Brainwave Communication Technology," Ron suddenly said, "She wrote this book. I mean, the AI assistant mentioned her to me before. It seems that she pioneered the technology for interacting with AI assistants. Could she read minds through technology?"

In his view, if technology can achieve time travel, then the trivial abilities of mind reading and Legilimency can certainly be achieved by technology as well, not to mention that the "The Sage" also possesses the most powerful brain.

"Thor," Loki said suddenly, then fell silent.

"Why are you suddenly like this?" Ron asked, puzzled. Ralph interrupted him, "He's talking to his AI assistant."

"Why?" Ron asked.

"He suspects that the 'The Sage's' knowledge of us comes from information collected by the intelligent assistant," Ralph explained. "After all, she is the pioneer of this technology, and she might have set up a backdoor."

"No," Loki pointed to the ceiling, "It's the ubiquitous surveillance cameras outside our dorm and washroom. She has access to the surveillance room. And she's fluent in spoken language. We weren't the only ones who suspected her, but after investigation, we found that her sources of information were all very transparent."

"She simply sees things more deeply and understands them more thoroughly than the average person."

At this point, Loki's expression turned grim.

This was the first time he felt his pride in his wisdom had been shattered.

This sense of decay was extremely intense, even more so than when Thor turned him into a snake and tricked him.

"Hurry up and go," Ron suddenly said. "To the dorms, somewhere without surveillance cameras."

The Seven, Crime Analysis Department.

"It's surveillance footage; this video comes from surveillance cameras."

"Annie January, are you sure?" Li Lin looked at the Indian girl who, in the original timeline, would have had her head shot through by Homelander, and tapped his fingers on the table. "There are no surveillance cameras on that floor. I have X-ray vision, you should know that."

"Originally there weren't any," Annie January said, adjusting her black-rimmed glasses and glancing shyly at Li Lin. "But recently a new batch of surveillance cameras were installed there, on the right side behind you in the video, and at several corners."

"These are all blind spots that you're not used to paying attention to."

"Was this placed there on purpose?" Li Lin realized this instantly.

This happens to him frequently.

In this world, he was created to be the perfect superhero.

His abilities are unparalleled in the world, and he has no weaknesses.

Therefore, his daily training and courses focus more on identifying his weaknesses in thinking and habits, allowing him to discover and overcome them on his own.

Li Lin was actually quite happy about this.

As Basil, he was too versatile, which prevented him from discovering his own weaknesses.

This experience, where I, a human being without super hearing (or, to be precise, not as superhuman as the original Superman) and without a super brain, have been polished to perfection, is a very precious experience and a rare opportunity.

But this time, unexpectedly, things turned out differently.

"Yes," Annie January replied, "But according to the investigation, Becca Butcher was unaware of this; her appearance there to fawn over you was purely accidental."

"An accident?" Li Lin didn't believe it.

Billy Butcher is a troublesome character, both in this world and the original one.

In this world, he possesses the same physical abilities as the original Homelander, Cyclops, except he can't fly.

In the original world, the cancer cells in his body would become super cancer cells due to [Compound V], and the tentacles that they produced could even kill Victoria Newman, the "Head-Smasher" whose physical body was resistant to Homelander's Cyclops.

The fact that this matter escalated so quickly must be because Starlight and his group were behind it.

The only saving grace is that as long as Becca Butcher is alive, Billy Butcher will always remain kind and be a good green turtle.

Moreover, he wasn't actually cheated on.

In a dimly lit room.

Billy Butcher's fingers trembled.

"Why don't you go in and see the evidence of your wife's betrayal?" Starlight's voice suddenly rang in his ears. This was Starlight communicating with him from thousands of miles away through a supervillain called [The Transporter].

This is a miracle created by the precise application of Starlight's ability to manipulate electricity and the combination of the [The Transporter] ability, resulting in a chemical reaction.

"What could be more direct than Becca seducing Homelander?" Butcher, somewhat disheartened.

But he still picked up the videotape and plugged it into the television.

It's Ryan and Becca.

But beyond Becca Butcher's maternal lens, Billy Butcher saw it as a pervert venting his lust on his wife, and the way his hands moved proved it.

There were no further, no more, actions taken.

But that was deadly enough.

That was enough to break his mental state.

"No, in the dream—" Butcher grasped at a straw, "In the dream their relationship was—"

Starlight's voice rang out again, "Stop deceiving yourself, Butcher. You can see what kind of look that is as a man. In this dream, Homelander may be the perfect hero. But Ryan has inherited the despicable side of him in reality."

"It's happened in real life, hasn't it? The three hours your Homelander and your wife spent together."

"No! That was just a dream!" Butcher said, a glint of Jin Guang in his eyes.

Thousands of miles away, the Starlight rubbed its head in frustration from the sudden loss of contact.

"Failed?" Stormfront asked. "That was inevitable. After all, his wife didn't actually cheat on him in this dream, and Ryan was still a child. If we're really going to talk about it, his wife still came out on top."

"No, it worked." Starlight smirked. "All I needed was for him to kill Ryan. That would be the spark. The spark that ignites everything."