"This is unbelievable!"

As Peter snapped out of that tingling state, he immediately jumped up in excitement. "I bet there's something wrong with Osborn. Can I use your computer?" He sat down at Bant's desk and powered on the old, bulky computer.

"Buzz—"

The computer tower hummed loudly.

Peter opened a webpage and, after typing a few keys, a series of spider images popped up. "Osborn Enterprises is researching spiders, but they surely aren't just using spider silk."

"Are you planning to investigate Osborn?"

"Don't you want to know how we mutated and whether there might be any negative consequences?" Peter countered.

Bant thought to himself, your mutation happened because you were chosen by the spider totem, while mine is because the Omnitrix protected me.

He knew much more than Peter did.

However, he just shook his head. "I really don't want to know."

Although Osborn Enterprises is still far behind Stark Industries, it is one of the leading companies in New York City. In a society where capital represents power, going against them would only bring countless troubles.

Among Spider-Man's enemies, several have intricate ties to Osborn.

Bant had no intention of becoming a superhero, nor did he want to wade into this mess.

In contrast, he preferred to make good use of his superpowers to improve the lives of this not-so-wealthy family.

So, making money was the most important thing.

Thinking of this, Bant felt the little knight in his watch calling him.

He considered making a small invention and starting his own company, thinking of naming it Parker Industries. Never mind; that name is unlucky; he should change it.

The name Parker Industries always reminded Bant of Uncle Ben.

"It should be called Primus Technology," he murmured.

"What is Primus Technology?" Peter asked without turning his head.

"My future company, Peter; you'll have to work for me."

"Sounds interesting," Peter replied dismissively, opening another webpage. This time, the image was no longer a spider but a blond man. "Look, Curt Connors, a famous biologist. He used to be my dad's colleague and worked at Osborn."

"So, you suspect he knows something?" Bant asked, resting one hand on the back of his chair.

Of course, the renowned Doctor Lizard would be someone he couldn't not know.

"I want to talk to him," Peter said, his eyes ignited with enthusiasm. He clearly wasn't just interested in his own abilities but also wanted to discuss his long-deceased parents with this old colleague.

To be honest, there’s nothing wrong with that.

It’s just that Peter forgot that no matter what, his parents wouldn't come back to life. He was so engrossed in this that he didn’t hesitate to argue with Uncle Ben, who, along with Aunt May, worried he might get hurt because of it.

"If you want to go, then go. But I won't accompany you." Bant had no blood relation to Peter's parents; he was adopted by Ben and May first, and only later did Peter come to them.

For him, it was more important to protect Ben and May and ensure they weren't harmed.

Spider-Man can be without Ben, but he cannot!

He didn’t care about any spider incidents; even if the powerful Spider-Man stood in front of him, Bant would transform into Four-Arms and throw a few punches first!

"Don't you want to know what mutations have happened to your body?" Peter asked, surprised. He couldn't understand why Bant was indifferent to everything. "This could affect our entire lives. We might become superheroes or... super monsters."

"I believe if you get research results, you won't just let your cousin turn into a spider monster." Bant expressionlessly grabbed Peter's shoulder and easily lifted him up, feeling like he was picking up a watermelon.

"What are you doing?" Peter struggled in mid-air.

Spider-Man's super abilities didn't peak the moment he acquired them; they needed time to grow and some honing.

Of course, lifting a thin young man like Peter was too easy.

"Of course, I'm throwing you out. I didn't invite you into my room." Bant tossed him out, then closed the door and locked it.

He planned to keep the Omnitrix matter a secret for now.

Not to prevent Peter, but to guard against the Snake Shield Bureau.

"First, let's see if I can crack the Omnitrix's security program." He activated the watch again, turning the protruding dial to the little knight's icon. He pressed down gently, and a wave of green light instantly filled the entire room.

The next second, his body transformed into a palm-sized Little Knight—he looked like a standing gray frog with enormous hands and bulging eyes, with horizontal pupils.

"I feel a lot of mechanical knowledge flooding into my brain!" Bant exclaimed in surprise.

He didn't expect that transforming into Little Knight would not only make his brain much more agile but also bring forth knowledge he previously didn’t understand.

"Could it be that the knowledge of the Galvan is inheritable through DNA? That's incredible!"

However, clearly, this knowledge was still not enough for Bant to crack the Omnitrix. In fact, perhaps Azmuth had considered this possibility long ago, intentionally placing the watch's core on the back of Little Knight, making it not only difficult to crack but also hard to even touch.

Bant pinched his chin and thought, "It seems I need a precision mechanical arm to do the work for me first."

But that was not an easy task for him; Little Knight's brain contained a lot of knowledge, but that knowledge was far too advanced for the original Bant.

Even Einstein would only marvel at the miracles if he suddenly encountered twenty levels of technology.

"I think I should be more practical," he clenched his right fist and smashed it into his left palm, clearly having thought of a good idea.

"Why not finish the homework first!"

Without further ado, Bant climbed onto the desk, where the physics textbook was almost larger than he was. He grabbed a ballpoint pen that could be used as a gun barrel, biting his finger as he looked at the textbook.

"Find the minimum value of the magnetic induction intensity and the corresponding speed of the sphere?" He shook his head, muttering in disbelief. "Earth kids learn this? Unbelievable, Galvan kids are born with a much higher intelligence level."

"Simple, too simple!"

He casually wrote down the correct answer, shaking his head as he guided the ballpoint pen down.

In less than ten minutes, a problem that usually took several hours to solve was effortlessly resolved, as easy as filling in "1+1+2."

After finishing his homework, Bant looked at the computer screen, which was bigger than him, and made a gesture of rolling up his sleeves.

"Alright, now it’s time to get down to business!"