Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

"Clatter".

After writing the last character, Peter casually tossed the marker back into the pen holder.

Almost the instant he stopped, Connors charged forward like a madman.

He stared intently at the formulas on the whiteboard, so excited that he trembled all over.

He verified it three times before finally confirming the correctness of the formula.

There wasn't the slightest flaw! Every parameter and every derivation was absolutely correct!

He turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Peter:

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Meeting Connors's godlike gaze, Peter simply smiled slightly:

"My name is Peter Parker, and my father's name is Richard Parker."

"Richard..."

Dr. Connors muttered a name he hadn't mentioned in many years, a moment of confusion flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by intense shock.

"Richard?! You're Richard's son?!"

"No wonder you're so outstanding, it's not surprising..."

"Peter, thank you so much! I don't even know what to say!"

"If only I had met you sooner, perhaps the lizard serum could have been developed much earlier!"

Look at Dr. Connors, who is almost driven to madness, and then look at Peter, who seems to be shrouded in mystery.

Gwen, standing to the side, was stunned and felt completely overwhelmed.

Peter's parents? Decay rate algorithm? What on earth is all this?!

"Peter, what you're saying..."

She instinctively wanted to learn more details from Peter.

But before she could speak, Connors said:

"Gwen, please prepare three cups of coffee and go downstairs to buy a pizza... Today, I'm determined to work with Peter to completely crack the specific application of the decay rate algorithm in lizard genes!"

"Hmm, perhaps I'll need you to inform George and Uncle Ben as well."

Peter winked at Gwen in a slightly mischievous way and added:

"You know we probably won't be able to go home early tonight, we can't let them worry."

Gwen opened her mouth in a daze, then could only turn away helplessly after a moment, faithfully acting as their errand girl...

In the time that followed, the laboratory became Peter and Connors's domain.

A one-armed mad scientist and a teenage genius in a white lab coat get together and engage in a heated discussion and calculation with a bunch of data and formulas that ordinary people can't understand.

Dr. Connors was responsible for leading and providing the theoretical framework, while Peter, with his "prophetic" advantage and enhanced brain, constantly put forward key optimization suggestions, breaking through one dead end after another.

From theory to practice...

When Gwen returned to the lab with coffee and pizza, Peter and Dr. Connors had already skipped the theoretical stage.

They began to gather around a gene extraction device, performing incredibly precise operations.

Gwen stood helplessly to the side, going from initial unease to stunned silence, and finally to complete numbness.

"It's done!"

After an unknown amount of time, Dr. Connors suddenly slammed his hand on the table and let out an excited shout.

Looking at the emerald green lizard gene extract in his hand, he felt as if he had grasped the key to unlock a new world.

It's as if I can already see the day when my severed limbs are regenerated, leading humanity into a new era of biology!

"Now, let's witness a miracle together!"

After performing the procedure, Dr. Connors injected the serum from the test tube into a white mouse and then placed the mouse in a specially designed observation box.

Under the tense gaze of the three, the white mouse gradually calmed down after a series of convulsions.

The mice that had stopped convulsing began to eat and drink as usual. They not only looked energetic, but even the data displayed on the various observation instruments were all normal!

The three of them stared intently at the white mouse in the box.

About three to five minutes later, the monitoring instrument emitted a series of "beep beep beep" alarm sounds.

Dr. Connors rushed over nervously to examine him.

A moment later, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and even showed an excited smile.

The instrument showed abnormal cellular responses at the site of the severed limb in the mice!

Cell activity is more than a hundred times greater than before!

About half an hour later, a brand new, fully functional hind leg grew out from the amputation site.

The white mouse ran freely back and forth in the observation box. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you would never believe that just half an hour ago, this white mouse was a pitiful, crippled mouse...

"I did it... I really did it..."

Dr. Connors was so moved by what he saw that tears welled up in his eyes.

Gwen was also stunned into silence by this surreal scene.

Peter, like Gwen and Connors, seemed to be constantly watching the mice in the observation box.

In reality, he had quietly slipped a vial of lizard gene extract into his pocket without making a sound.

At the same time, he "accidentally" knocked over another test tube, creating the illusion that he accidentally broke an extract because he was too excited.

Such a small action would definitely attract the attention of Gwen and Connors on a normal day.

But right now, the two of them are ignoring all of this because of the lab rats.

Lizard gene extract arrived!

Next, all that's needed is to add other catalysts to synthesize complete lizard serum!

Peter already knew the proportions of those catalysts by heart thanks to his photographic memory!

The formulation of these catalysts does not require any complex or precise instruments.

It can be prepared using only the equipment in the Central City High School laboratory!

Although the purity of lizard serum may be affected by the inability to precisely control the ratio, which could greatly increase the risk factor.

But so what?

A noble horse, fearless!

"Doctor, it's getting late, and I think Gwen and I should take our leave!"

"If it gets any later, our elders in the family will start to worry."

Having achieved his goal, Peter took the opportunity to leave.

Because the reasons were so compelling, Dr. Connors had no doubts and immediately let Peter and Gwen leave.

As for himself... well, of course he'd spend the night with that precious little white mouse.

After more than ten years of preparation, the experiment has finally achieved a key breakthrough. He now wishes he could take the observation box with him to the toilet even when he needs to urinate!

Even as she walked out of the Osborne Building, Gwen still felt a sense of unreality, as if she were in a dream.

"Peter..."

She instinctively wanted to chat with the person next to her.

But then I heard a car horn honking behind me.

Gwen instinctively turned around and saw that it was her father, George Stacy, waiting for her in the police car!

The moment Peter saw George in the police car, he couldn't help but feel an urge to whistle.

Now that's great, there are no more obstacles to me going to the Midtown High School lab!