All Gods: I am a master of all professions, who dares to oppose me?

Having made sure he understood the situation, Fang Chang waved goodbye to Peter. Now, all he had to do was wait quietly for him to become Spider-Man.

In fact, Fang Chang had considered an even more explosive development.

Ahem, for example, to prevent spider bites and let Peter be a proper scientist.

Wouldn't this cause a huge disruption to the entire storyline world?

But Fangzai thought about it and gave up. Traveling through worlds and earning Source Points was his way of growing, not his ultimate goal.

Just like in the previous world, Fang gave Seth a "choice"—whether to sit in an office for the rest of his life or to become a vampire who cannot see the light of day in the dark.

Ultimately, it's because Fangzai is too kind-hearted and hasn't grown up to the point of "not eating beef."

After the course ended, Fang Chang leisurely returned to his office, preparing to refine his earlier ideas.

Back in his office, Fang Chang casually summoned Dracula and Seventeen, letting them come out for some fresh air.

"I should find a place to stay first," Fang Chang thought to himself, as he pulled out his identity document from his office drawer.

Then he took out the credit card with a million-dollar limit and handed it to Dracula.

It feels so wonderful to have someone take care of these little things for you!

After Dracula left, Fang Chang tidied up the messy desk a bit and began...

Petting a cat.

Kittens are so cute, how can you not give them a couple of cuddles?

I kept inhaling until after 3 p.m.

Tuk-tuk-tuk~

A cautious knock sounded on the door, and Lily, the short-haired female teacher, arrived.

"Teacher Fang, should we leave now?" Lily asked somewhat embarrassedly, meeting Fang Chang's enigmatic gaze.

"What I mean is, if we leave earlier, we can handle the ingredients better."

Fang Chang scooped up Seventeen and went out with Lily.

I didn't mean anything by it, I just got tired of eating my hometown food and suddenly wanted to try some foreign food.

"What an adorable kitten! Where did it come from?"

"Oh, I found it by the roadside this afternoon. It looked so pitiful, so I adopted it."

"Can I hug it?"

"Give."

Seventeen: (゜-゜)

It turns out I was adopted.

Upon arriving at the door, Fang Chang realized that he seemed to have no means of transportation.

I didn't see the car keys on the desk either.

Forget it, I'll just have Dracula go buy another car later.

So, Fangzi shamelessly rode in Lily's car and went to her house.

After a short and hurried dinner, came a long, tender night...

The next day, Fang Chang, feeling refreshed, returned to school and briefly checked Peter's class schedule.

Fang Chang was relieved to learn that they were scheduled to visit a university laboratory next week.

The plot is still far off.

For the next week, Fang Chang spent his time, apart from occasionally going to the classroom to attend a class, delving into the differences between Chinese and Western culinary arts with Teacher Lili.

It was exceptionally fulfilling and busy.

Finally, the day that was destined to happen arrived.

The plaza outside the state university laboratory.

Fang Chang found a spot with a good view early on and sat down, waiting for the main character to make his appearance.

At this moment, our protagonist Peter is not experiencing the slightest bit of the protagonist's experience.

First, they were almost left behind by the school bus. After a frantic chase, the school bus finally stopped reluctantly on the side of the road.

Before the driver could even voice his complaints after getting on the bus, Peter was met with ridicule from his classmates.

Peter's family background instilled in him a timid personality, while his brilliant mind made him a shining star in his studies.

For a group overflowing with hormones, excellent grades do not bring the friendliness of classmates; instead, they only cause the jealousy hidden deep in the hearts of others to surge up and become extreme and vicious.

Panting, Peter ignored his classmates' laughter and just wanted to find a place to sit down, but none of them were willing to let him sit next to them.

If his good friend Harry were there, he could go to school with him, but Harry never takes the school bus; his chauffeur drives him to school in a Rolls-Royce.

So Peter could only stand awkwardly in the aisle of the school bus, truly standing there like a lackey.

But Peter wasn't too upset. Besides the fact that this was just a trivial part of his daily life, which had already forged a strong heart, there was another reason he couldn't tell outsiders...

From this vantage point, he could see his goddess, Mary Jane.

Peter glanced at it secretly several times, then looked away with a smug look on his face.

Mary Jane's smile is so charming!

Even though she was leaning against someone else's chest.

"Attention everyone, from now on you must stick close to me. No straying from the group, no eating in the lab, and no..."

A man who appeared to be the tour leader loudly read out the rules of the tour to the students who had just gotten off the bus.

After reiterating the rules repeatedly, the team leader prepared to lead the students on their way. At that moment, a handsome young man dressed in designer clothes arrived late.

He frowned, muttering something as he jogged along.

If you have good hearing, you'll realize that the boy is complaining about his father, who drives him to school in a Rolls-Royce every day, which is too ostentatious.

What's more, I'm currently attending a public school!

I can't exactly tell my father that I've been "reminded" by the school bully several times because I'm too conspicuous at school, can I?

No, that would be terrible.

"Hey Harry, you're late!" Peter waved excitedly when he saw his good brother.

"Come on, I came here to scout it out."

The group walked into the laboratory, chatting and laughing.

"Let's follow along, or we'll miss this historic moment," Fang Chang said to Dracula standing behind him, putting away the bread he had been feeding the pigeons.

Laboratory, exhibition hall.

"There are over 32,000 species of spiders in the world, and we are dedicated to their research..." A woman with a neatly tied hairstyle spoke eloquently in front of a large group of visiting students.

"These are 15 super spiders that we have bred in our lab, and we have done a lot of beneficial experiments on them."

"We tried adding different gene fragments into these spiders to enhance their characteristics..."

As the woman explained, no one noticed that a brightly colored little spider had crawled out of the incubator...

Well, Fang Chang not only noticed it, but also paid close attention to the little guy's attempt to escape.

To avoid causing unnecessary disruption to the plot, Fang Chang simply watched from a distance, showing no intention of getting closer.

"Can I take some photos for the school magazine? As photos of our events?" Peter asked, holding up his camera.

"can."

Peter raised his camera, aimed it at the spiders in the breeding box, and focused and adjusted the shutter in one smooth motion.

Click!

A blurry photograph appeared in Peter's camera.

It wasn't because his photography skills were as bad as a certain man surnamed Fang's, but because the classmate next to him deliberately bumped into him.

Seeing that Peter's photo attempt failed, the male classmates who had successfully pulled off the prank started high-fiving each other with giggles.

Next, Peter took photos, and they deliberately bumped into people.

Taking a photo, hitting someone.

Such behavior caused Fang Chang, who was not far away, to frown.

He secretly memorized this scene.

After a while, the capable woman led the students to the next area for explanation, leaving only Peter and his goddess Mary Jane by the super spider breeding box.

Well, it was purely an accident.

Peter wanted to take pictures properly only after his classmates left. Mary Jane, on the other hand, was so engrossed in watching the spider that she didn't notice everyone had moved on.

So, stimulated by the millions of budding forces within him, Peter made a bold move!

"Hey, hello, I'm Peter, can I take a picture of you?" Peter said, blushing.

“I’m a reporter from the campus newspaper. We need some photos of the event, and I think you’re perfect for it!” To fulfill his long-cherished wish of taking photos of his goddess, Peter brought out the school newspaper behind him.

Those who make it into the school magazine are all prominent figures.

So Mary Jane readily accepted Peter's invitation and began striking various poses in front of the incubator.

This is the happiest moment for Peter in the past month, no, in the past six months!

The dappled sunlight cast a gentle halo around the goddess's golden hair. At this moment, Mary Jane's smile was no longer for her physically strong but simple-minded boyfriend, but only for Peter!

“This child… is beyond saving…” Fang Chang put his hand to his forehead, feeling a strange sense of shame.

After excitedly wasting the goddess's time by a minute, a colorful little spider slowly slid down the ceiling, spinning silk, unnoticed by Peter.

It slid all the way to Peter's hand...

"Hiss—" Peter suddenly felt a pain in his right hand, which woke him from his wonderful fantasy. The little spider was thrown to the ground by him and crawled to the corner.

Peter glanced at his slightly swollen hand, muttered something about bad luck, and then caught up with the rest of the group!

The colorful little spider struggled to crawl on the ground. With just a little more time, it could climb up the pillar and then follow it back to its cozy nest.

It hadn't climbed very far when it was stopped by someone.

"Don't let it die." Fang Chang put the spider into the glass jar he had prepared in advance and handed it to Dracula behind him.

"Good host."

While it may be impossible to replicate the mutation miracle of Spider-Man, this little spider is still of great research value. As for who will conduct the research...

Anyway, it's not Fangzai himself; he'll add the extra points. If he has that ability, why would he need to use his brain?

Looking at Peter in the hospital area, Fang Chang suddenly remembered a sentence:

At this moment, the gears of fate slowly began to turn...

"Let's go, we're done here." Fang Chang waved his hand and walked towards the gate. "What should we eat tonight..."

Next, Peter and his classmates continued their tour of the laboratory. During this time, his good friend Harry encouraged him to talk to Mary Jane.

Peter dismissively stated that women would only affect his shutter speed.

Harry nodded knowingly, then turned and started chatting with Mary Jane.

Seeing the goddess standing with his best friend, laughing heartily, Peter was so jealous he almost cried.

The phrases my best buddy used to attract the girl's attention were ones I had just taught him, and I never expected that he would actually use them so readily...

It hurts, it hurts so much, my heart aches.

That afternoon, after the event concluded.

When Peter got home, he felt dizzy and disoriented. After greeting his uncle and aunt, he went straight to his room, grabbed a blanket, and fell asleep on the floor.

While he was asleep, a miraculous mutation, which would not occur even once in billions of evolutions, began within his body.

On the eve of Peter's new life, Fang Chang was also busy.

After a hurried dinner at Teacher Lily's house, Fang Chang mustered great willpower to convince himself to temporarily leave behind the comforts of his home.

Osborne Industries, Laboratory.

"Have the results come out yet?" A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and impeccably groomed appearance asked anxiously as he stood beside an incubator.

“Still no good.” Another man with a receding hairline shook his head with difficulty after checking the data on the computer.

"Just give me another month, Norman. Believe me, just one month and I'm confident I can completely eliminate the side effects of the drug!" The Mediterranean man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said excitedly.

“A month?” Norman Osborn, the father of Peter’s best friend Harry with the slicked-back hair, shook his head helplessly. “We don’t have time. We don’t even have two weeks.”

Norman recalled what had happened at the company during the day.

Today, a spokesperson for Osborne, who works with the military, visited the laboratory.

They originally thought that their previous research results would definitely secure military orders, but they didn't expect that the military would change its spokesperson this time. For downstream companies, this is a major event that has changed everything.

So, General Sort gave everyone a good dressing down in the laboratory, saying that Osborn Industries' technological products were as ridiculous as kindergarten toys.

When the company's flagship product, the human enhancement agent, was mentioned, General So was even more dismissive. Upon learning that live trials were far from successful, he made a demanding request:

"I need to see the finished drug within two weeks, otherwise Osborn Industries will never receive another order from the military."

"You should know that your so-called plan is a mess left behind by my predecessor, and I have always hated dealing with other people's messes."

Anyone with eyes could see that General So was just using this as an excuse to lash out, but as the lowly subordinate, Norman had no way to resist.

He could only continue his research overnight to fulfill the client's outrageous demands.

If the group can no longer receive orders, its cash flow will dry up, and the group will be destroyed!

This is not an exaggeration. Even before the day they lose orders, as soon as General Sole releases the news that he has changed his partner company, countless dark forces of capital will rush to tear the Osborn Group apart!

"No, absolutely not! I can't let the Osborne Group be ruined in my hands!" Norman Osborne murmured, head bowed.

"No one can destroy Osborn Industries, no one!" His tone grew increasingly urgent, and his anxiety intensified. "If all else fails, we'll just have to conduct human experiments!"

"Norman, are you crazy?! This is illegal!" Dr. Shi, the Mediterranean man, was somewhat worried about his good friend's mental state.

“It’s not illegal! I’ll be the first volunteer for human experimentation.” Norman Osborn, his eyes red, looked up and placed his hands on Dr. Shi’s shoulders. “Trust me, we will succeed!”

“That’s not a good idea, Mr. Osborne.”

Suddenly, a clear male voice rang out in the completely enclosed laboratory.