EDITH, Upgrading Spider-Man's Access

At four in the morning, Tony did not go home. Instead, he flew toward Stark Tower.

At this hour, there was barely anyone on the streets—only a few homeless people and gang members doing shady things.

The Stark Tower logo was still glowing, seemingly having become one of New York's landmarks.

As he flew into the top of the tower, the lights automatically came on.

The air was somewhat chilly.

Tony walked to the bar, took out a bottle of liquor, then sat at the table and drank quietly by himself.

The screen lit up, and JARVIS's voice came through. "Sir, you should be resting at this hour..."

Tony paid no attention. He merely downed his drink in one gulp and poured himself another.

Only then did he say, "JARVIS, you know I don't need rest."

"That is not rigorous, sir."

"Your physique can only ensure that normal operation remains unaffected for 168 hours."

"Beyond 168 hours, your body will suffer subtle effects."

JARVIS countered in a half-serious, half-joking tone.

Tony shrugged. He was already used to JARVIS bickering with him on a daily basis.

"This is nowhere near 168 hours, is it?"

JARVIS fell silent...

"Very well, sir. I still recommend that you rest early." After a long silence, JARVIS reminded him again.

Tony's physical data showed that he was exceptionally healthy.

Ever since being parasitized by the Symbiote, Tony's physique had begun to surpass the bounds of humanity.

Working continuously for 168 hours had little effect on Tony, so long as he was not fighting.

Tony chuckled. Looking back over his several decades of life, there had been few people who could out-argue him.

Victorious, Tony was in a fine mood. He pulled open the drawer beside the table and took out a small box.

Opening the box,