In the somewhat dim laboratory, Otto put a stack of documents back on the shelf, straightened the labels he had previously disturbed, glanced down at his watch, and sighed.
He turned around and used one of the tentacles on his back to close the filing cabinet door, but in the reflection on its glass, he saw a familiar figure.
"Spider-Man, why are you here now... Wait, you're not Spider-Man!" Otto spun around instantly, all eight tentacles fully extended in a defensive stance. The Spider-Man opposite him said, "Don't be nervous. I am Spider-Man, just not the Spider-Man from your world..."
"Of course, I got his permission before I came. Doctor Otto, I need to talk to you. Just give me three minutes. I definitely won't take up too much of your time..."
Otto narrowed his eyes. "You're that Lucky Lad from before? What do you want with me?"
"Uh, I heard from the Spider-Man of your world that you switched bodies with him, so you're the Superior Spider-Man from before..."
Otto braced himself against the floor with his tentacles. "If you came here to reminisce, then get out. I have work to do."
"Ahem." Spider-Man cleared his throat. "It's like this. You should know that humanity in our universe has already begun developing the Solar System, but we're short on scientific personnel. We need outstanding researchers..."
"Of course, we're absolutely not asking you to work for free. You can freely use our advanced equipment, and you can also take back a batch of special metals unique to our world. The Doctor Octopus in our universe uses this metal for his tentacles, and it works quite well. He's already upgraded them to the sixteenth generation..."
"No matter how much your world has developed, I have no interest in it. Look at