Parallel World Spider-Man

Bid ignored the others' murmurs and raised a second finger.

"Your second ability is camouflage, or what you might call invisibility."

"Miles, you can blend your body—and even your clothes—seamlessly with your surroundings, rendering yourself invisible to the naked eye. At advanced levels, this ability can even evade infrared detection!"

"Wow, that's incredible!" Noir Spider-Man exclaimed. "This kid is really something, huh?"

Miles scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Peter B. raised his hand. "I can vouch for it. I saw him go invisible this afternoon with my own eyes. But being able to dodge infrared too? That's seriously cool. Can you do that?" he asked, turning to Miles.

Miles hesitated. "Can I?"

"You can!" Bid said firmly.

Miles' eyes lit up, his uncertainty vanishing. "I can!"

Bid then raised a third finger.

"Your third ability…"

"What? There's a third one?!" Noir Spider-Man interrupted, his surprise evident. Just the two abilities Bid had already mentioned were enough to make the others envious.

And yet, there was more?

"This one, I'm not entirely certain about," Bid admitted. "You'll have to figure it out for yourself in the future, Miles."

Miles nodded eagerly, his curiosity piqued. "What is it? Tell me, and I'll find a way to confirm it!"

Bid explained, "Your third ability is immortality."

"Immortality?"

"Yes!" Bid said. "Immortality is one of the side effects of the OZ formula, which is embedded in your DNA. You should theoretically possess this ability, but I'm not sure how it manifests. You'll need to explore this on your own."

Miles nodded quickly, committing Bid's words to memory.

"And finally, your last ability: energy burst! Under extreme stress, you can unleash all your stamina and energy at once, creating a massive energy shockwave. The force is strong enough to destroy this entire underground base!" Bid concluded in one breath.

Even Peter B., who had been supporting Miles all along, was stunned.

"Miles, did you hear that? You're that powerful!"

"Wait, I am?" Miles' face was filled with disbelief.

Everything Bid had just said was far beyond what he could process.

This underground base was enormous—easily 5,000 or 6,000 square meters, about half the size of a football field, and several dozen meters deep. And yet, according to Bid, the energy stored in his body was capable of obliterating it all in one go.

Miles wasn't just shocked; he was terrified.

He was afraid of the immense power lurking within him. He wasn't ready for this.

The other Spider-People exchanged glances, their expressions growing more complex.

If what Bid said was true, then Miles' potential was immense.

At the same time, it set him apart as an "outlier" among the Spider-People—more of a sorcerer than a warrior. And outliers, whether admired or feared, always attracted extra attention.

It took a while for everyone to digest the shocking revelation before resuming their activities.

Peter B. patted Miles on the shoulder. "If that's the case, let me train you. We'll work on unleashing your powers!"

"I…"

But Miles didn't respond with the eager look Peter B. was expecting. Instead, he hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Peter B. asked, puzzled. He knew how much this kid yearned for strength—to help others and prove himself.

Peter B. had seen his younger self in Miles: a passionate, idealistic kid. So, while he often teased Miles, he genuinely liked him—a bond that only fellow Spider-People could understand.

"I'm afraid," Miles admitted softly.

"Afraid?" Peter B. was even more confused.

It was Gwen who picked up on Miles' hesitation.

Arms crossed, she said, "Are you afraid of losing control of your powers and hurting someone?"

Miles nodded. "There's so much power inside me. What if I accidentally unleash it and hurt someone? I'd regret it for the rest of my life!"

Bid was momentarily stunned.

He hadn't expected his analysis to instill such fear in Miles, making him wary of his own potential.

What was this? Did he overdo it?

Wouldn't most people be thrilled to learn they had such immense power?

But then again, Miles Morales wasn't just anyone. As the next-generation Spider-Man, his mindset was bound to be…unique.

And then something even more unexpected happened:

After a brief pep talk from Peter B., Miles, for some reason, suddenly hopped into the elevator and left!

"Where's he going?" Peni asked curiously.

Bid stroked his chin, pretending to think. "Maybe he's not ready to face how strong he is?"

Gwen chimed in, "Or maybe he's not ready to be a walking time bomb?"

Peter B. shrugged. "He said he wanted to be alone for a while."

Spider-Ham tilted his head. "Alone? Who's Alone?"

"How should I know?" Peter B. threw up his hands, exasperation written all over his face. Miles' sudden departure had clearly caught him off guard.

"Alright, folks, let's give him some space," Bid interjected. "We've still got work to do."

He turned to Peni. "Now that we have the data from the computer, can you try fixing the gadget?"

Peni and her robot companion moved to a nearby table, where Aunt May had already connected the computer tower to a monitor.

Peni's tiny hands flew across the keyboard as she began analyzing the data.

With the group refocusing on their mission, the chatter about Miles subsided. They gathered behind Peni, watching her work.

The Kingpin's super collider was a massive particle accelerator built on top of a high-energy synchrotron. Its primary function was to accelerate and collide two particle beams, injected from pre-accelerators, to generate high levels of reaction energy.

Despite its name, the collider was actually a hybrid of a particle accelerator and a particle collider—a super machine stretching an astonishing 30 kilometers in length.

It sprawled beneath almost the entirety of Brooklyn.

This was why the Spider-Man of this dimension had been so desperate to stop its activation.

If the collider malfunctioned, it could blow all of Brooklyn sky-high, threatening the lives and safety of nearly 2.6 million people.