I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Norman readily agreed, saying, "Well, Harry, you don't seem to need much help. Don't you always say you can handle things on your own?"

"Perhaps I am capable of standing on my own in some areas, which I haven't discovered yet, but that's not too important. However, I know Peter, and Peter will definitely stand on his own in the field of science in the future."

Hearing Harry say that, Norman turned an admiring look to Peter and said, "That's great. Besides being a businessman, I'm also a scientist. We can discuss this together."

"Yes, I have read your paper on the application of nanotechnology and novel chemicals in the human body."

Seeing that Aunt May and Uncle Ben were both looking at him, Peter could only give them a casual reply in order not to give himself away.

These are all memories left over from his predecessor. Since transmigrating to this world, he has learned very little scientific knowledge.

“Peter, maybe you can intern at Osborn in the future.”

Norman put down his knife and made a promise to Peter.

"Thanks, I'll consider it."

Peter responded to the intense gaze directed at him.

"Buzz!"

As the group was talking, a faint electronic hum filled the room.

A humanoid robot covered in an organic plastic shell slowly walked towards the group, carrying a tray.

The robot is about two meters tall, with a light gray body, and moves smoothly without any lag.

"What do you think of the robots developed by Osborn Industries? They look pretty cool, right?"

Harry stood up, took the tray from the robot, and proudly showed it off to Peter.

Peter fell silent as he looked at the robot before him.

How many shots could this robot withstand from Iron Man in the future?

"Didn't Osborn mainly study chemistry and biology? Why is he researching robotics?"

Peter asked Harry.

"actually"

Norman Osborn stood up, made a few gestures on his phone, and the robot turned and left.

He explained to Peter, “This is just a home robot. It doesn’t have any intelligence. It’s more like an appliance in a shell than a robot. You could say it’s the same kind of product as a robot vacuum cleaner.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Harry. "I told you, Harry, watch your manners at dinner."

Harry knew his father was very unhappy with him for taking it upon himself to show the robot.

So he shrugged. "Sorry, I won't do it again."

After the robot incident, dinner continued.

Two hours later, dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere, and the Parker family left.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in the room, Norman Osborn watched as Uncle Ben's car disappeared from the manor gate, his expression turning serious.

The next day, early in the morning.

Osborne Industries.

Outside the laboratory, a jarring noise erupted.

"It's you, it's all your fault! You're the one who made me bring the magnetic air transport system to Osborn!"

A bald white man angrily berates a lab scientist in a white coat.

“You arranged for me to meet with Norman Osborn, who studied my ideas carefully, then stole them and shut me out.”

The bald man angrily grabbed the other man's clothes and pulled him up.

I'm so sorry.

"No need for an apology, Doctor."

Norman Osborn suddenly appeared in the corridor, followed by several burly bodyguards.

He coldly told the scientist whose clothes had been grabbed, "Osborn Corporation doesn't need to apologize."

Upon seeing Osborn emerge, the bald man immediately turned his attention to him, shouting, "No need for an apology? Osborn, you stole my technology!"

Norman approached him, his expression no longer as gentle as it had been the night before. “Your remarks are dangerous, Mr. Tooms. They are both dangerous and intolerable.”

"what?"

"You've been researching in this field for years and still haven't achieved anything. You didn't have any research results when you were young. Who would believe that you would invent an air transport system when you're old?"

Staring at Norman's face, Tooms gritted his teeth and said, "You're a complete bastard!"

“I may be a bastard, but I also funded you. Without Osborn, you would never have been able to develop this flight system, so Osborn deserves the credit you’re talking about.”

Toms grabbed Norman's shirt and yelled at him, "Fine, you think I'll let this go?"

"Actually, you pose no threat to me."

Norman waved his hand, and several bodyguards came over and pried open Toms's hand that was holding Norman.

“Take Mr. Toms out of here.”

Norman gave instructions to his men.

The bodyguards quickly led the unwilling Toms out of Osborn.

Watching Toms' departing figure, Norman straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes and walked solemnly toward the laboratory.

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The most difficult opponent in Chapter 33 is Reporter Xia.

The Midtown High School bus headed towards the American Museum of Natural History in New York.

Peter sat by the window on the school bus, his right hand supporting his chin, watching the scenery flash by outside the window.

If my memory serves me right, today is the day Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man.

During a visit to a radioactive science exhibition, he was bitten by a radioactive animal and went from being a school nerd to Spider-Man.

This is how Peter Parker became Spider-Man.

"Clap!"

Just as he was deep in thought, the car window was struck with a crisp sound.

A brightly colored butterfly flew onto the school bus window.

The butterfly's vibrant wings clung tightly to the glass, revealing an eerie yet beautiful form.

Peter placed one hand on his chest, gazing at the butterfly on the glass, his brow slightly furrowed.

Butterfly wings?

It doesn't look like a good omen.

Hopefully nothing unexpected will happen today.

I also hope that the butterfly effect of my transmigration to this world will not cause major changes in the timeline.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Gwen, who was sitting to Peter's left, also noticed the butterfly on the car window, leaned over to stare at it, and said to Peter.

Her injuries have almost fully healed, so she can be discharged from the hospital to participate in school activities.

"It is a monarch butterfly."

As Gwen spoke, she placed her hand on the glass.

Her finger was positioned precisely on the butterfly's orange wings, the white spots adorning them shimmering in the sunlight.

"Have you heard of the butterfly effect, Peter?"

Gwen gazed at the monarch butterfly outside, then turned to Peter and asked.

Peter paused for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded. "Yes, I understand."

Gwen was unusually talkative today, perhaps because she had been cooped up in the hospital for too long.

"A butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil can cause a tornado in Texas, USA."

Gwen removed her fingers from the glass and said, "When I was a child, I often wondered if butterflies would still keep flying if they knew how much destruction they would cause."

"I think."

Peter paused for a moment. "They still will."

"why?"

Gwen blinked, wanting to know why Peter said that.

"Unless you want to tie their wings, you can't stop them from flying."

Gwen was somewhat surprised to hear Peter say that.

She thought Peter would use scientific equations to discuss the butterfly effect with her.

“Okay, Peter, that sounds reasonable. I think the same way you do. I even often fantasize that I am a butterfly, and I can only fly when the wind blows me. But you never know, maybe we are all butterflies.”

"Wow!"

As soon as Gwen finished speaking, the monarch butterfly on the car window fluttered away.

Peter watched the butterfly fly away, shook his head gently, and said, "Or perhaps, we are all just a speck of dust on its wing, insignificant."

Gwen: "."

She looked Peter up and down again and came to a conclusion: "You look a little different today, Peter."

"Have it?"

"I can testify!"

Harry, sitting in the back row, leaned over, raised his hand, and said, "Peter is like a poet today; he's usually a scientist."

Gwen looked at Harry and said with displeasure, "Harry, were you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

Harry argued vehemently, "Besides, we're friends, and I thought we were honest with each other enough."