"Electro goes by Max, that's what his colleagues call him. He was an electrician for a power company, but after an electrocution accident, his body is now full of electricity."
"I've clashed with him a few times, but never had the upper hand. Once, I was almost electrocuted to death, but later, I discovered some of his weaknesses."
"The electrical current in his body can short-circuit, especially when it encounters a similarly strong electric charge. Moreover, his electricity is not infinite, once depleted, he needs to recharge."
"However, he can't recharge with static electricity, he must be in a place with a large amount of current. The way he absorbs electricity is quite violent too, as it always leads to electrical mishaps. If we follow this lead, we can find him."
"Also, he's quite nimble. Beating him will require some effort, and you'll need some equipment."
Peter leads Bruce upstairs, kindly declining the cookies offered by Alfred. He then presents the equipment he had been working on.
He'd returned to his base earlier and gathered some useful items, all stashed in a bag. Knowing he and Bruce had different physiques, he hadn't brought the Spider-Man suit, but he had brought several versions of the Spider Silk Launcher, a tracking device, and binding straps for subduing criminals.
The Spider Silk Launcher was the most crucial piece, Peter pulls Bruce aside to explain how it works.
"This is a strap you secure on your wrist. Inside, there's a metal electromagnet that should attach to your muscle. This way, it can gauge the direction and angle of your spider silk launch by detecting muscle signal."
"Then fasten here and loop the strap to this side. You can adjust it downward a bit, it won't hinder wrist movement. Also, remember to relax your muscles in the instant the spider silk attaches, else risk pulling a muscle."
"Here's a heart rate monitor. Sometimes, the Spider-sense can mislead your understanding of your own physical condition. You can rely on this for a precise assessment. This here shows the spider silk's remaining supply..."
As Peter explains and straps on the Spider Silk Launcher onto Bruce, Bruce promptly moves to the window side and says before leaping, "Alright, I got it. Wait for my good news."
With that, he jumps out.
Peter is stunned as he panics and screams down toward Bruce, "You didn't take any spider silk supplies! Come back!"
Peter slaps his forehead and hurriedly rummages through his bag for extra Spider Silk canisters. He puts them in his hoodie pocket before bolting out.
Alfred opens the garage for him. Not having time to thank the butler, Peter hops into his car and races after Bruce.
Ironically, from a normal person's vantage point, Spider-Man's agility is quite shocking. Peter tried his utmost to keep up with Bruce's running speed while maneuvering through city traffic.
Just as Bruce nearly fell, Peter was about to step on the gas to catch up. He heard familiar missile sounds and "boom!" a nearby utility pole was knocked over.
Peter turns his head and spots White Can in her silver mecha. He knew the one responsible had arrived. He was about to abandon the car and run when he noticed White Can chasing after Bruce.
Indeed, Stark likely planted the tracker on Bruce, given that he was in the Fog Realm most of the time, where the chances of being surveilled were slim.
With that thought, Peter sunk back into his car pretending to be an innocent bystander. As soon as White Can passed, he quickly hopped out of the car and vaulted over the knocked-down utility pole to catch up with Bruce.
For Spider-Man, there is no evil in the world. He instinctively boards the stopped vehicle, only to realize too late that the driver in front was in a police uniform.
"Fear not, boy. You must be a New Yorker, right?" The suited man in the passenger seat turns around with a friendly smile, "Just moved here? Me too. Where are you from?"
Peter isn't comfortable with the smile frozen on this man's face, not detecting any sincerity. Even without his Spider-sense, he knows things are taking a wrong turn.
Peter isn't good with handling roundabout interrogations. He sighs internally while silently deliberating his next move. The moment his focus sharpens, he catches a glimpse of a thin veil of mist.
When he came to his senses, he found himself standing amidst the dense fog, the omnipresent black sun still looming up front.
Peter sighed again.
He previously noticed that the moment he focuses, he would find himself here. Yet, time is at a standstill here. He can do whatever he pleases.
Peter had discovered that he stood on a Sky Island. Beneath him was a gigantic city shrouded in fog; the face of the city, uncannily, was always hidden.
The black sun floated tranquilly above, neither interrogating nor reciprocating Peter. Aside from elucidating on the cosmos, Peter hasn't communicated with it.
He even questions whether it's alive. The surrounding grey fog seemed more animated than it.
But there was change this time. Peter could faintly hear something resembling telephone rings close to his ears.
Yet it wasn't entirely music; it seemed like someone mumbling. Try as he might, Peter couldn't make out what was being mumbled.
The more elusive the voice, the more he endeavored to listen. But the more attention he paid, the further away the voice seemed. Deciphering the voice's content became increasingly frustrating and in his frustration, he unintentionally yelled out, "Stop mumbling!"
"...Responded...Answer me..."
"Answer what???"
"The Lord's message..."
Peter became even more bewildered, so he kept asking, and the figure responded with only one statement: "Give me the Lord's message."
Peter thought, maybe you should go to church, but he found that his thoughts could not be conveyed in detail. He initially did not want to care, but the whispering sound kept echoing in his ears.
Peter was already thinking of a strategy and was bothered by the distractions. So he answered perfunctorily, "Don't ask anymore, the Master is doing fine."
After he replied this sentence, the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear, as if a channel had been built.
He saw a man in a double-breasted black trench coat standing in the center of the array, looking up. The moment their eyes met, Peter shuddered.
"Naog Sokhup."
That was the other party's name, Peter understood what it meant, he soon realized that the "Master" was not him, but the black sun he saw in the Foggy Space.
So the black sun is indeed a god, and it has followers?
Wait, the whisperings I just heard were prayers? But I am not his master, why would the call come through to me?
Peter suddenly remembered his previous speculations that his death was very unusual, fitting with Jesus's death in the Bible. Could he actually become the Saint Heir of this mysterious black sun?
Theoretically speaking, even if his death and the matter of him being saved by the other party were arranged by him, he did indeed offer a chance for rebirth to all the destructing universes. For this reason alone, Peter was willing to help out.
But why does he still feel like he was in disadvantage?
Despite his feelings, Peter remembered he had told the black sun that he was willing to help before, and he must stand by his words once they were given, breaking the promise would be too disgraceful.
Though he didn't know what the job of a "Saint Heir" was, Peter still answered diligently, "Hello, I am Peter. Is there anything you need?"
However, the other party was stunned. Peter heard him whisper, "Peter? Saint Peter?"
The call suddenly hung up.
Peter was puzzled. Did he say something wrong? That's right, the name "Peter" is too common, it doesn't sound like an important figure. Peter decided not to use his real name the next time he picked up the phone.
But just as he returned to the black sun, he heard a whispering voice again. But this time, the whispers were not too polite. Peter heard a series of vulgar words as well as a whiff of cigarette smoke.
He directly rolled up his sleeves to answer the call, wanting to see which uncivilized follower dared to smoke while praying. Regardless of what the black sun thinks, smoking is harmful to health, no smoking while praying to me!
As soon as Peter answered the call, the other party froze again.
"Who are you?" a husky voice came over, followed by some incredible monologue, "Didn't I call The First Fallen? Did I dial the wrong number?"
Then Peter heard a pitter-patter sound from the other side, as if something had fallen over, and then a burst of swearing.
"Hey, stop cursing, show some respect!" Peter couldn't stand it anymore and bellowed, "Put down the cigarette you are holding now, it is burning your lungs!"
"Thanks to the fact that I still have lungs... Who the hell are you? Even if I accidentally spilled wine on the nearby runes, it shouldn't result in dialing the wrong number."
"You are drinking alcohol?!?!"
"It seems you are not a demon, then you must be an angel. Listen, kid, you should have just crawled out of that pool, someone called Uriel or something told you to maintain a good work and rest schedule, behavioral habits..."
"But I am a fucking human being! Humans have nothing to do with the rules above, naive newborn angel, call your master!"
"Hiss..." Peter took a sharp intake of breath, he had been a model citizen for over twenty years, and he met his opponent today?!
What kind of a rotten man could smoke, drink and swear during prayer, and still be so self-righteous?!
As soon as this thought appeared, Peter found himself in front of the other person.
He was startled, he was still sitting in the police officer's car, if he disappeared out of thin air, he might even be wanted.
Then he looked down and found that he was not Peter, or not entirely. He was surrounded by dense fog, and he had become a mysterious shadow standing at the end of the fog.
The person opposite was also stunned.
"How did you get here? Are you serious?"
The guy was surprised! Peter roared in his heart, this guy added a hundred and twenty pounds of swearing in his prayer, and was surprised that a god would come to him?!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The man smacked his lips, swaying up from the ground, and walked towards Peter.
Peter was a bit scared and wanted to retreat, but he found that the man was just stepping in place and didn't realize it.
After walking a few steps, the man finally realized that he was making a futile effort, so he picked up the bottle of wine in his hand and took a few sips, lit a cigarette, and said to Peter in a exhalation of smoke.
"You look like you have a good figure, boy, are you shy? Don't worry, come here..."
Peter's fists tightened up.