American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

"Then I need to take a look first."

O'Hara slowly took out a retro-looking device from the storage bag on his wrist.

The brass shell was covered with precise gears and glowing energy conduits, and the translucent holographic display screen projected a layered data stream in the air.

"This device was made in the Renaissance World... It may look a little old, but it still functions well."

When he pointed the device at Holland standing in the center of the room, the device instantly emitted a low humming sound.

"Shua shua——"

A blue scanning beam shot out from the top of the device and moved back and forth on Holland.

Every time the beam swept through a place, a complex multi-dimensional data chart would emerge in the air, like a mysterious rune flowing in the void.

His fingers moved on the data chart, and O'Hara's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter with the display of each new set of data, and a look of disbelief flashed in his weathered eyes.

"This is too abnormal,"

He muttered to himself, calling up more detailed data.

"The quantum entanglement pattern on you is completely different from that of a regular time traveler."

"What... I just started college this year... I don't understand."

Holland stood there in a daze, letting those mysterious beams wander around him.

His damaged spider suit glowed faintly under the scanning light, and his scratched mask reflected the mottled light in the room.

O'Hara turned off the scanning device, and the holographic projection left a faint afterimage in the air before completely dissipating.

His expression became extremely solemn.

"Your existence,"

He chose his words carefully.

"It seems to be affected by some higher-dimensional law power..."

"This is not a simple cross-dimensional crossing, but a certain existence directly rewrote the rules of reality and brought you to this world."

This news hit Holland like a heavy punch.

"Then I can never go back?"

Holland's voice was trembling.

"In theory, the initiator of this law has the ability to fix this loophole, but my data has identified that this law itself is incomplete."

Hearing this, Holland's shoulders obviously slumped, and he seemed to be shorter.

Even through the mask, everyone could feel the disappointment and frustration on his face.

The original hope of returning to his own world as easily as others was completely shattered at this moment.

At this time, Garfield, who had been leaning in the corner, suddenly stood up straight.

His slightly faded battle suit made a slight sound of fabric friction when moving.

"Wait."

He walked quickly to the center of the ruins, his eyes moving back and forth between O'Hara and Holland.

"You said he was brought here by some law?"

Then he looked around and glanced at the other Spider-Men.

"What about them?"

He pointed at the others with the fingers of the black gloves wrapped with the symbiote.

"Are they also brought by some mysterious law?"

O'Hara smiled meaningfully.

"No, this is a completely different situation."

He paused subconsciously and looked at everyone present.

"Tell me, have you heard of the Spider Totem?"

Hearing this, every Spider-Man around looked at O'Hara with a puzzled look.

O'Hara did not explain immediately, but took out another small device from his pocket.

This device looks like a crystal ball, but there are countless tiny light points flashing inside.

When he activated it, the air in the whole room seemed to become sticky, and the light began to distort, forming a huge holographic projection.

"Spider-Man in each universe,"

O'Hara said, while touching the light points floating in the air with his fingers.

"Everyone has his own unique destiny trajectory."

As he moved, the light points began to connect with each other, gradually weaving into a huge three-dimensional network.

Each node in the network flashed a different light, representing the Spider-Man in different universes.

"These trajectories do not exist in isolation."

O'Hara continued to explain, and there seemed to be some kind of sacred awe in his voice.

"They interweave and influence each other, and eventually form a huge web of destiny - this is what we call the Spider Totem."

As soon as the voice fell, the holographic projection began to rotate, showing the complete structure of the web.

Everyone present can find their own light spot in this web.

The pulsation of those lights seems to have life.

Bully Maguire approached the holographic projection.

"So, this is why we can feel each other's presence? Because we allIs it part of this web? "

"That's right."

O'Hara nodded in confirmation, adjusting the parameters of the projection to make certain specific connecting lines more obvious.

"This web not only connects you, but also maintains the balance of spider power in the entire multiverse... But recently."

His expression suddenly became serious.

"We found that a certain line in the totem showed serious signs of collapse."

In the holographic image, an originally bright line suddenly became dim and began to fluctuate unstably.

Those fluctuations spread to the surrounding lines like ripples, causing slight tremors in the entire network.

Gwen stood up from the wall, her white battle suit particularly eye-catching in the dark.

"Is this why you found this world?"

She walked closer, rubbing her injured arm.

"Follow this damaged line of fate? "

"That's right,"

O'Hara put away the projection device, and the surrounding scene returned to its original light state.

"When the Spider-Man of a certain world deviates seriously from the trajectory of his destiny, it will affect the entire Spider Destiny Totem."

"And now, this deviation has reached a dangerous level."

At this time, Miles, who had been eating melons, finally couldn't help but speak:

"So you are here to repair this line?"

"This is only part of the problem."

"More importantly, the changes in this world have begun to affect other universes. If they are not corrected in time, the consequences will be catastrophic..."

At this moment, O'Hara's scanner suddenly burst into a piercing alarm, breaking the silence in the ruins.

The sound was not an ordinary electronic sound, but a creepy scream, as if some unknown existence was wailing.

The red warning light flickered, projecting everyone's shadow on the wall, forming a weird silhouette.

"What's going on? "

Garfield asked curiously, holding his hands.

"Spider Totem..."

O'Hara's voice trembled with shock.

"There is a serious disorder..."

His fingers slid frantically on the holographic keyboard, and the data flow poured down like a waterfall.

The last data flow all flowed to the Garfield in front of him, holding his hands and looking curious.

"He... is your Uncle Ben still here?"

O'Hara's voice suddenly became serious.