"Look, now it's just the two of us," Lady Octopus said leisurely, watching Peter.
"Mm-hmm, yeah, so are you treating me to crab roe buns for breakfast? I'm hungry anyway," Peter asked solemnly.
"And would you let me study you?" Lady Octopus said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'll only cut off a tiny piece."
Peter shook his head. "I'm not an onion. Why would you slice me?"
Actually, he really had considered studying Blonde Spider-Man's current physical condition.
Because his state was simply too strange.
He seemed to be caught in a kind of "Schrödinger's death state."
When his consciousness left, Blonde Spider-Man's body entered the decay phase of death.
When his consciousness returned, Blonde Spider-Man returned to normal.
This was definitely not a normal condition.
Still, letting Lady Octopus study him was out of the question.
He could dust himself off and leave, but Blonde Spider-Man, Aunt May, and even Blonde Spider-Man's lover, Mary Jane, could not.
What if Lady Octopus used this to create something bizarre?
For example, zombies that were also in a "Schrödinger's death state"?
He imagined Blonde Spider-Man with rotting flesh, lifeless eyes, a tattered Spider-suit, and a mouth full of someone else's blood.
Peter shuddered.
"No, no, absolutely not!"
"Since that's the case, I'll take it myself!" Lady Octopus no longer expected Peter to cooperate obediently. Three Fluid Mechanical Tentacles attacked him at once.
Peter could handle two of them easily enough on their own.
But as the saying went, two fists could not beat four hands.
With one more mechanical tentacle, there were far more variables, and the trouble it caused Peter rose exponentially.
Peter had no idea what principle these mechanical tentacles operated on. He guessed each one might have an independent AI chip, all linked to a control hub directed