American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

Chapter 106 Mamba Fangs

Jarvis's vibranium body stood to Peter's right rear, the yellow Mind Stone gleaming steadily in the center of his forehead.

His computing power was all used for the final simulation calculations for the upcoming Planck-level engraving.

Aitre walked to the casting area, where the Dwarf King personally oversaw the casting—a privilege reserved only for crafting divine artifacts.

The mold was made from meteorites collected from the realm of Asgard. This material has extremely poor energy conductivity and cannot be used to forge magical weapons for Asgardian warriors.

But it is precisely because of this characteristic that it has become one of the few materials that do not melt in the molten state of Urumqi.

He picked up a hammer and a carving knife and began carving on the meteorite template.

As the most outstanding forging master in the universe, he carved two molds by hand in just a few dozen seconds, with an error smaller than that of a single-point diamond lathe on Earth.

Next, the two dwarven blacksmiths joined the two templates together and lifted them under the furnace.

Ettri pulled the lever, pouring the molten Uru steel from the furnace into the mold. The golden liquid flowed into the inner cavity along the gating system.

Etri stared at the sprue until the last drop of molten metal flowed out of the runner, then straightened up and nodded to Peter: "Now."

Peter raised his right hand, and his entire suit of armor disintegrated in the same instant.

Crimson solar dust rose from his body like dust blown away by the wind, hovered above the forging platform for half a second, and floated around the spear shaft being cast.

"Jarvis, it's yours now."

Even with his status as a black-clad emperor, Peter could not simultaneously control trillions of force field units at the quantum scale.

But Jarvis can.

Jarvis gently touched the gem on his forehead with his vibranium fingertips, and a ring-shaped focusing array of solar dust formed around the mold.

It was a lithography machine that used the gamma-ray bursts of neutron stars as its energy source and a pure confinement field as its sculptor to carve marks on the structure of space itself.

What Jarvis is doing now is using this lithography machine to carve out a logical structure inside the Uruguayan steel lattice that can run the erasure equation.

Electrons do not have orbits; they are probability clouds.

Meanwhile, Jarvis's solar dust force field array is using focused beams of neutron star rays to directly write information onto those probability clouds, defining superposition and entanglement directly on the quantum state of electrons with pulses on the order of 10 to the power of -43 seconds.

An electron can be both zero and one at the same time, without the need for logic gates or transistors, because the Planck scale itself is the natural medium for quantum computing.

The natural energy imprint of Uru Steel is activated layer by layer by the focused beam of solar dust, becoming the foundation of distributed qubits.

Quantum tunneling is no longer a passive, probabilistic event, but rather an information channel precisely controlled by a force field.

The width of each channel is the Planck length multiplied by an integer, which is the shortest possible path for energy transfer in space, and cannot be shorter.

Jarvis opened his eyes when the last layer of quantum entanglement was locked in the highest density region at the tip of the spear.

The light of the Mind Gem faded from his forehead.

The ring-shaped focusing array of solar dust disintegrated in an instant, and crimson nanocrystals surged back into Peter's body from around the mold like a receding tide, re-weaving into his armor and cloak.

"Did it work?" Thor asked expectantly.

"If we look at the quantum pathway structure inside the spear, it should be considered a success," Jarvis replied.

Upon hearing Jarvis's reply, Tony reprimanded him with displeasure, "What do you mean by 'should,' Jarvis? You need to use 'definitely,' understand? We won't make mistakes."

Jarvis gave Tony a slight bow: "Understood, sir."

Thor chuckled and said, "Come on, Tony, you've injured yourself quite a few times when you were building and testing your armor."

Tony retorted angrily, "That's called the dedication and spirit of exploration of scientists. What do you know, you idiot with only alcohol and hammers in your head?"

Ignoring the two who were attacking each other, Peter walked to the mold, reached into the meteorite mold, grabbed the shaft of the Uru Steel Spear, and pulled it out.

Mental energy probed into the spear, activating the trigger point, and the equation began to operate.

A familiar stance appears at the tip of the spear: the technological power capable of erasing the existence of all matter.

Whether it's Superman's body of steel or Deadpool's healing factor, as long as it's not an immortal concept at the single-universe level or higher, the spear's erasure field can completely erase the target's body and soul.

All that's missing now is an enchantment that guarantees a hit; once that's done, Vishanti can add an attribute to the spear, and we'll be all set.

"Let's give it a name," Ettri said, looking at the spear in Peter's hand.

Peter actually wanted to call this spear the Eight Spider Spear or the Blue Silver Overlord Spear. Since he could use spider silk to perform the first soul skill Blue Silver Entanglement, the third soul skill Spider Web Binding, and the fourth soul skill Blue Silver Prison, it would be normal for him to copy some names or plots from Douluo Continent.

If anyone asks, he can simply explain it as "I bumped into someone".

So he thought it best to give this spear a powerful name: "Let's call it Mamba Fang."

Everyone present: ???

Tony: "Kid, do you have some kind of special admiration for that basketball star in Los Angeles?"

Peter said with a serious expression, "Have you ever seen Los Angeles at four in the morning? This is my assessment."

Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead. He was already used to Peter's intermittent bouts of abstract behavior.

There was a time when this kid asked himself if he could build a giant mech.

Tony asked him what was wrong, and Peter said he wanted his own "Dangerous Elbow Striker".

Tony wondered if he was getting too old and starting to not understand the trendy culture of young people.

Over the next few days, Peter focused on his work.

On one hand, he had to push for the establishment of the New York Agreement, and on the other hand, he had to get Mary Jane up and running in Parker Industries as soon as possible.

On the other hand, the hive mindset continued to oppress his spirit.

Now, whenever he calms down, the mental echoes of the symbiotes fill every corner of his mind.

Peter had already sensed that his humanity was beginning to suffer serious problems amidst this endless noise.

-

If Peter doesn't want to develop several twisted personalities like Eddie Brook, the Black Emperor in the comics, he must leave this universe as soon as possible and shed his duties as the Black Emperor.

Time quickly passed to the seventh day after the Ancient One's death.

Peter arrived at Kamar-Taj, located deep in the Himalayas.

In the central square of Kamar-Taj, a giant stage constructed from a mix of magical crystals and real-world sound equipment stands directly in front of the Vishanti Temple.

Twenty-four enormous prayer wheels hung on supports on both sides of the stage, each spinning rapidly and projecting ever-changing neon-colored scriptures into the night sky.

A disco ball with a diameter of three meters hangs directly above the stage. Its surface is covered with magic runes, and with each rotation, it casts a layer of flowing, colorful light onto the square.

Wang stood behind the mixing console.

He wasn't wearing his mage robes today; instead, he sported an extremely outrageous outfit: a black oversized hoodie with the words "KAMAR-TAJ" printed in large gothic heavy metal style, paired with fluorescent orange cargo shorts and limited-edition basketball shoes.

He had a pair of headphones hanging around his neck, with the words "DJWONG" handwritten on the earpieces in white correction fluid.

He was rubbing the discs, and his technique was surprisingly skillful.

Peter felt as if he were not in a solemn and sacred magical sanctuary, but rather in a nightclub somewhere in New York controlled by a black gang.