Marvel With Spider Power and Omnitrix

Ben could barely recognize the creature as Dr. Connors anymore.

Or rather, he could barely accept that this was the same lizard-man from before.

Connors looked dramatically different from the monster that had appeared on the Williamsburg Bridge just days earlier. Although that previous form had been ugly and fierce, its features had been more traditionally lizard-like, with a somewhat rounder facial structure.

But now, his cheeks had elongated into pronounced ridges, his mouth had extended into a long, narrow snout, and the skin covering his body had become a mottled gray-green. His hide had hardened into something resembling crocodilian armor plating, and his overall mass had increased substantially.

Rather than calling him a lizard-man, it would be more accurate to say that Connors had transformed into something far more terrifying—a dinosaur hybrid! Just looking at him reminded Ben of the Indoraptor from the Jurassic franchise, a genetically engineered predator that combined the worst traits of Tyrannosaurus Rex and Velociraptor.

Connors hurled the toilet off his head and hauled his entire body out of the ground with reptilian grace.

He stood at least three meters tall, comparable to a juvenile Tyrannosaurus Rex. In the confined space of the school restroom, he could only move with his massive frame hunched over.

When Connors spotted Ben, his enormous bulk immediately loomed over the teenager, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow all available light. His voice rumbled like distant thunder: "You're not Peter Parker!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a wave of fetid breath washed over Ben, nearly knocking him backward with its intensity.

"You've got some serious personal hygiene issues, man," Ben said, leaning back and pinching his nose in disgust.

At the same time, his mind was racing with implications.

Dr. Connors' dramatic transformation could only mean one thing—and Ben knew exactly who was responsible without having to think too hard about it.

But he hadn't expected Dr. Animo to locate Connors so quickly, much less successfully modify the lizard serum to cause this level of genetic mutation. As a result, the antidote he'd previously synthesized might prove significantly less effective than anticipated.

Connors' eyes were easily the size of headlights, and when he stared down at Ben, nearly half the teenager's face was reflected in their reptilian depths.

The creature seemed momentarily puzzled by Ben's lack of fear, but he didn't appear particularly concerned by this anomaly.

From beginning to end, he had only one objective.

"Where is Peter Parker?" he demanded.

"I don't know him, I'm not familiar with him, I've never even heard of him," Ben replied with a triple denial delivered in rapid succession.

"I suggest you try looking somewhere else."

Connors accepted this explanation without much skepticism.

Aside from Peter, he had no desire to kill anyone at the moment. In his twisted worldview, everyone in New York City would soon become his kind anyway. There was no need for unnecessary violence—he only needed to eliminate the masked pest who kept interfering with his grand design!

After roughly shoving Ben aside to clear his path, Connors strode directly into the school corridor.

When he passed by Ben, it was like being overtaken by a freight truck, generating a powerful gust of wind in his wake.

His tail, covered in cold, metallic-looking scales, swung carelessly and shattered a metal water pipe without any apparent awareness of the destruction! Ben watched the creature's retreating form, noting the sharp bone plates that had erupted along Connors' spine. His clothing had been completely shredded, leaving only a few pathetic scraps clinging to his transformed body.

Every step he took seemed to make the entire building tremble.

The next moment, Ben heard the screams of hundreds of people echoing from the corridor.

Avoiding Connors' line of sight, Ben was about to activate the Omnitrix when he sensed Peter approaching the area.

So Ben lowered his hand and followed Connors out of the restroom instead.

By this time, the students in the corridor had already fled in panic. Peter, who hadn't had time to change into his Spider-Man costume, was desperately dodging through the narrow hallway, attempting to blind Connors with webbing aimed at his eyes.

However, the spider-silk, which normally possessed incredible tensile strength, seemed pathetically fragile against Connors' new form.

"What happened to him?" Peter called out, tossing his backpack aside as he slid beneath one of Connors' massive claw swipes.

He circled around behind his opponent and nearly collided with Ben, who was emerging from the restroom.

"I have no idea. He just crawled out of the toilet. I think he might be the world's most worst plumber. What do you think?" Ben replied with deadpan seriousness.

"Did he at least fix the clog?" Peter asked, somehow managing to maintain their ridiculous conversation even while dodging mortal peril.

"Oh, it's definitely unclogged now," Ben confirmed, recalling the massive crater that was nearly two meters in diameter.

Peter stared at a row of lockers that had been sliced through like soft cheese by Connors' claws. "I think that's... thorough."

Connors wheeled around in the corridor with obvious frustration and difficulty. The space was far too confined for his massive frame. Fortunately, this problem had a simple solution.

He swung his tail with such force that it actually punched completely through a load-bearing wall!

Peter winced, his tone becoming desperate as he pleaded, "Please go get that serum as quickly as possible, okay?"

"Give me a few minutes."

Because Ben had anticipated that Connors might come to the school, he'd actually brought the antidote with him—but he'd left it in his locker.

The only problem was his uncertainty about whether the serum would still be effective against Connors' current form.

Ben had used the decay rate formula left by Peter's father to reverse-engineer the original serum, but Connors had clearly undergone additional genetic modifications. Even if the antidote retained some potency, its effects might be significantly diminished.

"We still need to find Dr. Animo!" Ben thought grimly.

"I think it'll only take him about ten seconds to turn me into confetti..." Peter said weakly.

But by that time, Ben was already out of earshot.

He'd sprinted into another corridor and reached the interior of the academic building, where hundreds of students were crowded together in obvious panic, desperately trying to escape.

Only a short time had passed since Connors' dramatic appearance, and not every student had witnessed his arrival firsthand.

"Don't panic! We need to evacuate through the other corridor!" Ben heard several teachers shouting, their arms raised as they attempted to maintain order.

"Don't push! Be careful not to trample anyone!"

Ben moved toward his locker against the flow of the fleeing crowd. The panicked students rushed toward him like a human tsunami, but he remained unmoved, standing firm like a rock in a raging river.

Even without transforming, Ben possessed extraordinary strength. His single-arm capability was approaching ten tons, and that power continued to grow steadily!

He used his hands to gently but firmly guide people out of his path.

But he wasn't the only one swimming against the tide.

Mary Jane was struggling to push through the crowd, feeling like a sardine trapped in an overcrowded can, gasping for breath in the crush of bodies.

She soon spotted Felicia.

Felicia, like herself, hadn't fled with the majority of students, but she was physically smaller than Mary Jane and had nearly been knocked to the ground several times by the surging crowd.

Mary Jane pushed her way quickly toward the other girl.

"Hardy!" She grabbed Felicia's arm, and Felicia seemed to relax as if she'd found a lifeline in churning waters.

"You're Mary Jane Watson, right?"

"Have you seen Ben?" Mary Jane asked, not particularly concerned with formal introductions since they barely knew each other.

But as soon as those words left her mouth, Felicia looked stunned.

"Are you looking for Ben too?"

Too? Mary Jane quickly realized the implications.

She looked at Felicia, who radiated the natural confidence and poise of someone born to privilege, and suddenly felt like an ugly duckling by comparison. Although she usually tried not to dwell on such social disparities, the familiar sting of inadequacy crept into her heart at this moment.

Felicia was Felicia Hardy—daughter of wealth and influence.

And she was just Mary Jane.

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