Parallel World Spider-Man

"Good heavens, is this guy crazy? He actually put such a dangerous thing under Brooklyn?" exclaimed Peter B.

Spider-Man Noir sneered, "This is just how capitalists operate. They only care about their own profits, never the safety of others. For all we know, he might even be hoping for a disaster so he can profit off it."

"Profit? How would he profit?" asked Spider-Ham curiously.

Spider-Man Noir explained, "These capitalists usually own multiple industries. For all we know, they might have stakes in food, pharmaceuticals, or construction—industries that thrive in disasters."

Gwen glanced at Spider-Man Noir. "You sound like you've dealt with their kind often."

Spider-Man Noir shrugged, "To be precise, they're the only ones I deal with."

"Quiet down, everyone!" Peni turned to glare at them, clearly irritated.

"Sorry, sorry," both Spider-Man Noir and Peter B. quickly apologized.

Meanwhile, Bid had been studying the data intently.

He was fascinated by the particle accelerator. After all, it was a piece of black technology capable of breaking the barriers between parallel universes!

Not that he had any intention of replicating it—his interest was purely academic, a natural curiosity as a scientist.

This particle accelerator consisted of a 30-kilometer superconducting magnetic ring and thousands of magnets of various types and models.

The superconducting magnets were used to confine high-energy particle beams, while other magnets guided the particles along specific trajectories.

For instance, the accelerator employed 1,232 15-meter-long dipole magnets to bend the particle beams and 392 5-to-7-meter-long quadrupole magnets to focus them.

When the particle accelerator was operational, two high-energy particle beams would be produced. Each beam would travel in opposite directions through separate vacuum tubes at nearly the speed of light.

The powerful magnetic fields surrounding the beams would then confine them to the accelerator ring, accelerating them in stages until they eventually collided.

However, getting these particles to collide was incredibly difficult—like trying to make two needles fired from 10 kilometers apart hit each other in midair.

Spider-Man's little "gadget" was designed to disrupt one critical part of this process: cooling.

For the particle beams to reach near-light speed, the accelerator required a highly controlled environment.

First, the vacuum tubes had to be near-perfect to minimize particle loss. Second, the powerful magnetic fields required superconducting electromagnets, which could only function if cooled to -271°C—colder than outer space!

This cooling system relied on liquid helium, which maintained the magnets' superconducting state. Spider-Man's gadget was a program designed to sever the connection between the accelerator and its liquid helium supply.

Without cooling, the superconducting magnets would overheat, lose their superconducting properties, and fail to confine the particle beams. This would throw the beams into chaos, halting the collision process.

Additionally, the overheating would destroy the magnets and cables, rendering the accelerator inoperable for a long time.

This was the original Spider-Man's plan in this universe—and now it had become theirs as well.

Bid and Peni spent the entire morning analyzing the data. With Peni and her mech taking the lead and Bid contributing his insights, they quickly finalized a strategy.

The others, lacking expertise in this area, had no choice but to go along with it.

The task of repairing the gadget was left to Peni, while Bid moved on to his next challenge: training.

He returned to the abandoned factory, this time with more companions. Along with Spider-Man Noir and Spider-Ham, Peter B. and Gwen also tagged along.

"So, why are you two here?" Bid asked, standing atop a narrow beam high above the ground.

Peter B. shrugged. "I was bored."

Gwen smirked. "I came for the entertainment."

Bid: "..."

Spider-Man Noir approached him from behind. "Ready?"

"Do I really have to jump?" Bid swallowed nervously. While he wasn't afraid of heights, standing on a beam barely 10 centimeters wide and over 10 meters high would make anyone's legs weak.

"Of course. It's the fastest way to train," said Spider-Man Noir.

Spider-Ham, munching on half a leftover hotdog, added, "What are you afraid of? There are four Spider-People here. We won't let anything happen to you."

"Well... alright then." Bid hesitated, looking down nervously.

Gwen clicked her tongue. "You seem even more scared than Miles. Can you even do this?"

"You're asking if I can do this?" Bid gritted his teeth. "A man never admits he can't!"

He double-checked the web shooters on his wrists—another gift from this universe's Spider-Man, courtesy of Aunt May.

Since Bid couldn't produce webs naturally, the web shooters were essential.

Taking a deep breath, Bid recalled Mary Jane's words:

"My husband, Peter Parker.

"He used to be just an ordinary man.

"He always said anyone could be the person behind the mask.

"He just happened to be bitten by a spider."

"And now I've been bitten by a spider and sent to this world. Is it a blessing or a curse? Whatever it is, I'm ready to find out!"

With that, Bid leapt.

He jumped off the beam, plummeting straight down.