Tom and Jerry.
Chinese title: Tom and Jerry.
A long-running, world-famous cartoon in this world.
Because the cat in it was always miserable, Quinn was a devoted fan of the show. Bear, on the other hand, disliked it immensely and often clamored about scratching up the director's and screenwriters' faces.
Even though it often made her laugh when she watched it.
So while Kraft had never had the chance to watch it before, and later had no real interest in doing so, he had still watched quite a few episodes with the pets at home and Alice.
He had watched the episode from his dream before, and even remembered its name—"Progress and Mechanization." There was also another one in the same setting called "The Life and Times of a Mouse."
The dream mainly showed the manufacturing process of the mechanical cat, which had never been shown in the cartoon.
But that thing was meaningless to Kraft. Not only was it completely impractical, but both episodes had featured it going out of control. He would have to be out of his mind to make such a ridiculous contraption.
In fact, Kraft had considered long ago whether the worlds in his dreams were real. Too many fantastical worlds that could only exist in fantasy literature had appeared in them, so he had specifically looked up many books about parallel worlds, planes, and the three thousand worlds. In the end, though, he realized that whether those worlds were real or not seemed to have little to do with him. What mattered was that he could gain plenty of benefits from them, so he stopped dwelling on it.
It was just that this time, he had suddenly dreamed of a fantasy world he had encountered in reality, and it had shocked him a little...
Well, more than a little. He had been extremely shocked.
But after the shock...
It did not seem like such a big deal. He would eat, sleep, and play as usual. His life went on as always, and Tom Cat had not jumped out of the television and into reality because of it.
"Brother, are you okay?"
This morning, Kraft had unusually not rushed off to the laboratory. Instead, he had gone to the living room to watch Tom and Jerry. Unable to suppress her worry, Alice moved closer and asked softly.
"Huh? I'm fine." Kraft came back to his senses and smiled at Alice. "I was just looking for some inspiration from the cartoon. Breakfast is ready, right?"
"Mm-hmm. We're having preserved egg and lean pork congee for breakfast today~"
"That's fantastic!"
Having easily fooled Alice, Kraft did not take last night's dream too seriously and returned to his usual routine.
Other than occasionally being dragged by Alice to the shelter as free labor.
One day, while Kraft was tinkering away in the laboratory as usual, Angela's alarm suddenly sounded in his ear.
"A specially monitored target, Benjamin Parker, is in life-threatening danger. Location: near the Wegmans supermarket beside Queen's Boulevard."
"What happened?!"
Kraft, who had been hammering away inside the miniature base, threw down his work and controlled an SCV toward the airstrip.
"Prepare a Banshee fighter jet for me!"
At a time like this, he did not care about exposure or anything else. Saving someone came first. At worst, he would flee with Martin afterward.
While following his order and preparing the Banshee fighter jet, Angela suggested, "According to my calculations, you can also arrive in time using the solar-powered skateboard. I have also drafted a preliminary plan that can reduce the risk of exposure to a minimum."
Angela then quickly explained her plan.
Kraft hesitated. "Are you sure it'll work?"
"Even if it fails, it will not be impossible to remedy. The outcome will not differ much from using the Banshee."
Angela analyzed the situation calmly.
Kraft thought about it and realized she was right, so he nodded. "We'll do it your way."
With that, he hurried out of the miniature base.
After leaving the base and returning to his original size, Kraft took the helmet and backpack handed over by a mechanical arm. Then he stepped onto the solar-powered skateboard Angela had prepared for him, stomped the accelerator to the floor, and sped toward Queen's Boulevard.
"I infiltrated every nearby camera and recording device and roughly reconstructed what happened..."
While marking out the best route for Kraft inside his helmet, Angela reported on Uncle Ben's situation.
"You bastard, Peter Parker!"
After listening to Angela's report, Kraft could not help swearing furiously. If someone cheated him out of his wages, he should have knocked him down with a punch and taken them back! What kind of nonsense was it to use a robber's hand to get revenge for him?! A worthless fool was still a worthless fool even after gaining power!
Though Kraft did not know what had happened to Peter Parker, Peter's performance at the underground boxing ring made it easy enough to guess that he had encountered some sort of opportunity and gained enhanced physical abilities. No wonder he had been acting so strangely lately.
But that did not stop Kraft from looking down on him. Under normal circumstances, he would have merely mocked Peter. But because of Peter's incompetence, Uncle Ben had been put in danger. Kraft wanted nothing more than to stuff him into the Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats Treadmill and lock him in there for a month.
Kraft's solar-powered skateboard could keep up with cars, but it did not need to take the roads. Combined with the fact that many of Angela's planned routes took decidedly unconventional paths, he quickly reached the area near Queen's Boulevard.
Thankfully, he had been exercising during this period. Otherwise, with his previous physical condition, he might not have been able to make it through the route Angela had planned.
"Uncle Ben..."
Peter Parker held Uncle Ben, who lay in a pool of blood, and sobbed uncontrollably. His heart was filled with regret and self-loathing. Watching Uncle Ben's breathing grow weaker and weaker, Peter cried out in panic.
"Uncle Ben! No! No! The ambulance is coming! Uncle Ben, just hold on a little longer!"
However, Uncle Ben did not regain even a trace of strength because of Peter's cries. The hand resting on Peter's shoulder slowly slipped down.
"No—!!!"
"Get out of the way, you idiot!!!"
Just as Uncle Ben was about to breathe his last, Kraft's slightly muffled roar rang out beside Peter's ear, followed by the frantic warning of his Spider-Sense.
Before Peter's mind could react, his body moved on its own. He abruptly ducked low as a skateboard skimmed past his hair overhead, then slammed into the wall of the store across from him.
At the same time, a figure wearing a safety helmet and carrying a single-strap backpack crashed down not far from him. After rolling twice, he swiftly got to his feet and rushed toward Peter Parker.
"Move! Uncle Ben can still be saved!"
Kraft tore off his helmet with one hand and grabbed Peter Parker with the other, trying to pull him aside.
But Peter Parker was no longer the same as before. The little bit of muscle Kraft had built through training was nowhere near enough to shove him around. Fortunately, Peter heard Kraft clearly. Clinging to a thread of hope, he hurriedly moved aside and cleared the way.
Kraft yanked the backpack off his back, then pulled out something that looked a bit like an electric iron and placed it on Uncle Ben's chest, where he had already stopped breathing.
Goblin Defibrillator XL.
Not only did it have a higher success rate than the standard Goblin Defibrillator, it was also less likely to explode. Moreover, the one in Kraft's hands had been optimized with technology from other dream worlds. Its success rate had increased while the chance of explosion had dropped even further, and its power had also been greatly reduced.
Kraft pressed the switch, gripped the Goblin Defibrillator XL, and forcefully pressed down before pulling it back up.
Blue electricity flashed, and Benjamin Parker's stopped heart began beating again.
"Hah—huff—"
After an uncontrollable deep breath, Uncle Ben's eyes snapped open.
Kraft let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it had worked. Otherwise, he would have had to resort to other methods.
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