No... you can't use this thing. It's like some kind of deadly poison. Once it's opened, people will become addicted to shortcuts. Relying on the power given by others is an extremely dangerous slippery slope. Before this, he had been extremely restrained.
But what now? The threat of Thanos hangs above his head, and powerful power is directly sent to his hands.
According to the Reed·Richards of this world, his "Scanning Adapter" still needs a full ten-month cooling period before his body can be strengthened and upgraded again.
But he really doesn't want to be a madman who greedily pursues power. Without his humanity, what's the point of having the power to destroy the universe?
There were only two ways before him: either succumb to temptation and use the blood of Franklin; or rely on his own hands to forcibly fight for a way out.
Peter put away the glass bottle, put on his helmet again, jumped off the building, and swung towards Greenwich Village.
When he landed in front of the Sanctum Sanctorum gate, it wasn't even locked.
He came to the kitchen with familiarity. Strange was sitting at the small wooden table sipping hot tea, and the whole kitchen seemed to come alive - various kitchen utensils and ingredients were shuttled in mid-air, and invisible hands were skillfully preparing breakfast.
Magic This thing is indeed so magical that it makes people yearn for it.
Strange raised his head from a thick ancient book. "Oh, you are back. I knew you would come back."
Peter walked over with some restraint and swallowed dryly. "... I'm sorry, I ran away before."
"It doesn't matter. After hearing what I said, it's normal to have such a reaction." Strange sighed, "Sit down."
"Thank you."
Peter As soon as he sat down, a cup of steaming coffee floated lightly in front of him. The sugar bowl automatically flew up, and an appropriate amount of sugar cubes was scooped into the cup and stirred evenly.
Peter raised his eyebrows. "He's quite handsome."
Strange nodded and said, "You can learn it soon."
Peter took a sip of coffee and slowly looked at Sorcerer Supreme: "So... what's next?"
Countless thoughts were intertwined in his mind, but facing Strange, there was only one thing he cared about most.
"You are afraid, afraid that I will punish you for occupying Peter·Parker's body, right?" Strange got straight to the point.
"Yes." Peter answered simply. Since it has been exposed, die early and be born early to avoid being nervous all the time.
"I admit, when my Magic first scanned your soul and discovered this abnormality, I was skeptical." Strange said gently, "I don't know what kind of person you are. So after you left Sanctum Sanctorum yesterday, I followed you."
Peter was shocked. "Are you following me?"
Strange admitted frankly. "Yes. I wanted to see your true nature with my own eyes. As a result, I saw you spend a whole day saving strangers who don't even belong to your world. At that time, I understood that you may not be the original Peter·Parker, but you are definitely an impeccable Spider-Man."
Peter was silent, Strange's words were surging in his heart.
"So... you invited me to be your Magic apprentice before you saw me clearly as a person?"
"Yes." Strange nodded, "If you agreed without hesitation, it means you are a person who is greedy for power. If so, I will immediately clear your memory and try to bring back the original Peter·Parker."
Peter's heart suddenly thought, "You... can you do it?"
Strange sighed, "Unfortunately, there is no point in doing this. Yesterday I took a little deeper look into your brain--"
"--Hey! This is not polite!" Peter couldn't help but protest.
Strange smiled slightly and continued, "I found that even if I forcibly retrieved the original Peter·Parker, it would still be just an ordinary young man who had never been bitten by the mutant Spider and never learned how to become a superhero. This would be equivalent to personally erasing all the good deeds you have done. Moreover, the process would cause great trauma to your and his souls. So, I gave up this idea."
"But if I become trouble in the future, you can do this at any time, right?" Peter narrowed his eyes and heard the threat in the words.
"Yes, if it really comes to that point, I can." Strange said bluntly, "But I have also said before that you are an extremely critical link in 'Web of Life and Destiny'. Forcibly stripping you off may cause the entire web to collapse. So, you are very safe now... I'm sorry, after chatting for so long, I haven't asked you for your real name?"
Peter blinked and said, "My name is $#%#$."
Strange was stunned. "What?"
Peter sighed helplessly, "I don't blame you. The existence that got me into Peter's mind set a restriction. I can't reveal any information about my original world, and I can't even tell my own name. I've tried to find Charles·Professor Xavier from our world before, but he was helpless."
Strange nodded thoughtfully. "I see, that's interesting."
"How do you know that I come from a world where everything here is written as comics?" Peter asked curiously, "Since my brain is protected, how did you see it?"
Strange pointed to the golden eye-shaped amulet hanging on his chest. "Rely on this - Eye of Agamotto. It contains supreme power, and no secret can be hidden in front of it."
"Then... can you use it to read my memory and get details about my world?"
Strange shook his head. "I'm not sure, I haven't tried it and I don't plan to try it."
"Why?"
"The power that sent you here is extremely huge and extremely dangerous. If I venture to explore, I will probably be regarded as a threat by that entity and be destroyed. I don't want to take this risk. Besides, after serving as Sorcerer Supreme for so many years, I understand a truth - for some knowledge, it is better not to know it than to know it."
Peter looked at him, nodded slowly, and accepted the explanation.
This is indeed logical. Strange is not lying, he just wants to maintain the stability of the real world, which happens to be the goal of Peter.
After taking the last sip of coffee, Peter stood up and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Strange asked from behind.
"I'm going to say hello to Mei and Mary·Jian, and tell them where I'm going to live in the near future. Then... I probably have to come back and read hundreds of books, Master Strange." Peter turned around and waved, "See you later."
Strange chuckled, "Very good, apprentice Parker. But don't forget to eat a full meal. A full mind can communicate much more easily than a hungry one."
"Got it."
Walking out of Sanctum Sanctorum, feeling the heavy bottle of Franklin's blood in his pocket, Peter's heart surged. He made a choice - he would gain strength through sweat rather than gain for nothing. This may be a bit pedantic, but he does not regret it.
However... if he is still not strong enough when Thanos comes, he will definitely drink this bottle of blood without hesitation.
Sometimes, to kill a monster, you have to become a monster first.