Additionally, there was one that represented the designation of his own world.
earth-199999!
"Is this... the universe designation for different Spider-Man universes?" Peter suddenly understood. "So the multiverse really does exist!"
"Could the glowing spiderweb on me actually be a collection of multiversal singularities, recording countless parallel-universe singularities within the multiverse?"
"And through these singularities, I can send my consciousness between two different parallel universes and possess the 'me' in those parallel universes."
"Then someday, could I physically pass through a singularity and meet the other versions of myself from parallel universes in person?"
Countless thoughts sprang up in Peter's mind. He imagined a day when he, Shadow Spider-Man, and Amazing Spider-Man sat together, chatting and laughing, and found the thought incredibly interesting.
His thoughts continued to wander.
He knew what the concept of a multiverse meant.
The multiverse could be viewed as an infinitely tall building, with each floor representing a parallel universe.
However, because the residents on each floor—that was, the inhabitants of every parallel universe—made different choices in their lives, with different decorating styles, lifestyles, and so on, every floor ended up with different furnishings.
The residents of the first floor liked Western pastoral style, so the first floor was decorated in that style.
The residents of the second floor liked Western classical style, so the second floor was decorated like a medieval castle.
The residents of the third floor liked Chinese style, so the third floor became Chinese-style décor.
The residents of the thirteenth floor wanted to rent it out, so they converted it into "luxury" cubicles of five square meters each.
Some residents might have turned into corpses, so the residents of that floor would be zombies.
Some floors might have been bought by nonhuman residents, making those floors their homeland.
The multiverse, Countless Worlds, infinite possibilities!
And the glowing spiderweb in his mind was the elevator connecting the different floors.
Those designations were the "floor numbers" inside the elevator.
As long as one controlled the elevator and knew the floor number, one could travel to the corresponding floor.
Most residents did not know about this elevator or could not use it. Only a small number knew of its existence.
And he was one of that small number!
Peter did not believe that in such a vast multiverse, he was the only one of his kind.
Perhaps he had a little luck and cleverness, but he did not think he was the luckiest or smartest one.
Wasn't Iron Man much smarter than him?
After getting over his surprise at the existence of the multiverse and multiple realities, Peter reined in his wandering thoughts.
He was curious about what he could gain from Amazing Spider-Man this time.
Spider-Sense? Apparently not.
Strength, speed, agility? Apparently not those either.
Had he gained nothing at all?
After thinking about it, Peter figured that perhaps this gain was like Shadow Spider-Man's abilities of "deduction, insight, and stealth"—an enhancement to the "software," rather than an upgrade to the "hardware."
That was not bad either.
As for the hardware—his physical condition—Peter was already quite impressive.
He could catch a car kicked at him by Ant-Man with his bare hands!
A bus weighing seven or eight tons being hurled at someone carried an enormous amount of kinetic energy. Anyone could understand that with a little thought.
Yet he could catch it with his bare hands.
And he felt that this was still far from the limit of his strength.
Peter was already quite satisfied with that level of strength.
If it became any greater, he would have to be even more careful in his everyday life, which he did not particularly like.
After sorting everything out, Peter checked the time and discovered that it was already seven o'clock.
Although he had been busy all night, this body of his was brimming with energy.
When his consciousness had gone to the earth-120703 universe to merge with Amazing Spider-Man, his own body had actually remained in a dormant state.
Theoretically, his consciousness could remain awake indefinitely—he only needed to enter another universe whenever the body here felt tired.
But that was only theoretical.
Even if his body could handle it, his consciousness probably could not.
Moreover, this trip had made him realize something: when he entered other worlds and merged with other Spider-Men, he would inevitably receive some of their past experiences and be influenced by them.
If he used it without restraint, he might even go mad.
"Why not get up early and make Aunt May breakfast?" Peter said as he rolled over and sat up.
He thought of the Aunt Mays from the two worlds he had experienced. Both had no children, had lost their husbands in old age, and lived tragically lonely lives.
Well, his own Aunt May did not even have a boyfriend.
That was pretty tragic too.
Peter climbed out of bed, got dressed, washed up, and headed into the kitchen.
Calling it breakfast was perhaps an exaggeration. It was actually quite simple.
He took a few slices of toast from the refrigerator, heated two cups of milk, then cracked two eggs into a frying pan.
Within minutes, a steaming breakfast was on the table.
As Peter placed the breakfast on the kitchen table, Aunt May happened to walk in after washing up.
When she saw Peter bustling around in an apron, she froze for a moment.
"Well, what kind of wind is blowing today?"
"Hey, hey, is that how you talk about your own nephew? Shouldn't you be saying something like, 'Wow, this young man is so thoughtful today—he's ridiculously handsome'?" Peter complained as he spread butter over toast with a table knife.
"You really are handsome today!" Aunt May gave Peter a serious look, walked over, and kissed him. "Hehe, our Peter has grown up. He can make me breakfast now. How wonderful!"
Peter blushed a little. In the past, he truly had paid too little attention to the people around him.
Aunt May had taken care of him all these years. She was his superhero.
But after gaining superpowers, all he had thought about was going out to fight for justice and becoming everyone else's superhero. He had never considered showing Aunt May more care.
Aunt May picked up a slice of toast, spread butter on it, stuffed in egg and lettuce, and began eating quickly.
"Aunt May, do you have something to do today?" Peter asked, puzzled. This did not seem like Aunt May's usual state. Normally, she was never in a rush.
Oh, except when Peter woke up late and was about to be late for school.
At times like that, she practically wanted to chase him to school with a whip.
Aunt May took huge bites. Hearing him, she chewed as she answered indistinctly, "Today... charity off-road..."
"Could you swallow your food before talking?" Peter reminded her helplessly.
Gulp.
After swallowing the food in her mouth, Aunt May quickly said, "Today, the Public Assistance Center is holding a special charity event that combines sports and charity. The activities include Avalanche rafting, four-wheel-drive off-roading, bungee jumping, and more. It sounds so exciting!"
Peter: "...The sponsor isn't Red Bull, is it?"
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