Chapter 1310

She is Loki!!!

When this terrifying thought swirled in Stark's mind, it even made this genius super brain stall for a moment. This kind of inference had such an impact on Stark.

But next, his super brain didn't resume operation either. More questions surrounded him—if this girl was Loki, then the Iron Man of this universe married Loki and even had a child, then what's going on with Lei Shen getting married?

Is it Iron Man who married Loki, or Lei Shen who married Loki?

Or did Iron Man marry Loki first, and after divorcing, went to marry Lei Shen?

Then whose child is the little girl named Helen? Is it Stark's or Lei Shen's?

What is the relationship between Iron Man and Lei Shen? Brother-in-law and brother-in-law, or rivals in love?

If the Iron Man of this universe picked up the evil god Loki, or Lei Shen picked up Loki, then did Loki turn over a new leaf?

Then did Thanos not come?

Or did Thanos already come, but was beaten away by the joint efforts of the Avengers and the people of Asgard?

Stark was confused.

He slowly walked back to the chair behind the experimental bench, sat down, and remained in place thinking about life.

He began to regret a bit, feeling that impersonating the Iron Man of this universe really wasn't a good idea. The complex situation of this universe was beyond his imagination.

Not to mention that the Stark of this universe seemed to have crooked technology trees, although it might also be too advanced. Just this chaotic ethical relationship was something he couldn't understand at all.

Stark sorted out his chaotic thoughts. He thought, alright, Loki bringing up children in Asgard is better than going out to cause trouble. What did she ask him for just now? Metal materials to forge a crown for the child?

Stark opened his mouth and said: "Jarvis, I should have prepared the materials for the crown base before, right? Send someone to send it to Loki... Don't delay the child."

"Alright, sir. However, you can release the task yourself in the Spider-APP and let the Spider-Men send it. You still have over 1200 points unused this year."

Stark didn't really want to ask what the Spider-APP and points were anymore. He said directly to Jarvis: "You help me operate it."

After speaking, he looked at the complex material experimental data on the control hub light screen, preparing to devote himself to work and drive away those chaotic thoughts.

Jarvis "beeped" twice. Stark, who was immersed in thought, didn't hear what he said. But soon, a figure rushed into the lab.

The Gwen Spider-Man wearing a silver-white uniform and a hood stopped in front of the experimental bench in a panic, covered her chest and gasped, then said: "I grabbed the order! Jarvis, where are the materials? I'll go send them now."

Hearing the commotion, Stark cast his gaze on Gwen Spider-Man. He looked up and down at this slender female Spider-Man and let out an "ah???" full of doubt.

Gwen Spider-Man's spider compound eyes blinked. Just as she wanted to open her mouth to say something, another figure walked in, also wearing a silver-white uniform and a hood. Seeing another self who was exactly the same in the room, she was stunned.

"Why are you here?" the two said in unison with the same voice.

"Didn't you take the task?" the Gwen who came in later had a gentler tone. She looked at the other self with some confusion and said: "The software prompted that I successfully grabbed the order. I thought it was you who wanted me to send it."

"No!" the other Gwen's voice was more energetic. She shook her head and said: "I happened to be doing experiments at Stark Tower. Seeing that it was a pickup from Stark Tower, I grabbed it immediately. I'll go send it myself!"

After speaking, she ran up and grabbed the other self's arm, saying: "You still have to trouble yourself to do the daily tasks for me. There's only one patrol task left. You just go run two laps!"

The taller Gwen sighed lightly, pursed her lips helplessly, and said: "My dad is currently maintaining public security in the Bronx. If I run into him, it'll be over... Forget it, I'll go swap patrol areas with others."

"Please!" the shorter Gwen Spider-Man put her hands together and giggled.

"Ahem, two young ladies," Stark had to speak up, but he changed to a method that wouldn't easily expose himself, asking without a trace: "So which one of you is going to send the things?"

"Of course it's me." One of the Gwen Spider-Men raised her hand. Stark revealed a knowing expression.

He had naturally seen the spider pattern on the chest of the Gwen Spider-Man and that highly recognizable compound eye long ago, guessing that these two were both Spider-Men.

Stark reached out and touched his cheek, thinking, is this universe a gender-swapped universe? Are all the heroes female?

But even so, why would there be two Spider-Men?

After both Gwens left, Stark sat in the chair. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he touched his pocket. Jarvis's voice sounded at the right time: "Sir, your phone is in the second drawer on the right."

"Thanks, Jarvis."

Stark said while bending down to pull open the drawer, taking out a phone from inside. The appearance of the phone wasn't much different from the one he used in the original universe, but as soon as he clicked on the dense variety of APPs, it dazzled Stark's eyes.

Stark's attitude toward electronic equipment was very strange. He didn't pursue practicality or decoration to the extreme, but hoped that every bit of electronic equipment was under his control, so he absolutely didn't allow any uncontrolled or useless things in any of his electronic equipment.

His phone was also specially made by Stark Group, mainly because commercial phones on the market had too much redundant data and were difficult to clean up. If possible, Stark even wanted to control every line of code of every software. If it exceeded his control, he would feel anxious.

Therefore, when opening the phone of himself in another universe, Stark's heart stopped for a beat. These dense APPs were not very neatly arranged on the desktop, which appeared a bit messy even to ordinary people.

Resisting the headache, Stark focused his attention on the APP icons and names, and then found the Spider-APP icon mentioned by Jarvis earlier, which was the spider pattern on Spider-Man's chest.

Stark guessed that this thing might be related to Spider-Man, and he came here precisely to find Spider-Man, so he almost couldn't wait to click into the software.

The first interface after clicking in was a very ordinary welcome message. On the right was a personal homepage with a little person icon, and on the left was a community interface with three little person icons.

Stark clicked on the personal homepage first and saw the avatar of the Iron Man suit mask, the nickname Anthony Stark, a serial number, over 1200 points, and a very simple self-introduction: "If nothing's wrong, go do experiments, don't look for me to chat!"

Stark held the phone a bit further away, pulled his chin back, put on a subway-old-man-looking-at-phone posture, like an elderly person who didn't know how to use a smartphone, and clicked on the community icon next to it.

As soon as he clicked in, the high-tech phone customized by Stark Group lagged. Stark just looked at that series of message reminders and felt his eyes being disturbed, his head buzzing.

In the center of the bottom of the community interface screen, there was a small "+" sign. After tapping it lightly, several circular icons would pop up, which were the types of tasks to release. At the very top, there was a small bubble showing the message "99+".

And on the sliding page of the screen, there were various selfies of Spider-Men, photos taken by others, landscape photos, and dense large paragraphs of text.

Sliding to the left were various videos, and sliding to the right was the situation of one task after another being completed.

Stark covered his forehead with his hand. He hadn't even had time to think about why there were so many Spider-Men, and he had already started worrying about the ears of the superheroes in this universe.

Stark hesitated for a moment, still tapped lightly on the small bubble with the "99+" message identifier at the very top. The next second, he pressed the back button in a panic because the speed of the message popping up made him instantly suffer from message-reply phobia.

Stark sighed, slid his finger lightly, and switched to the task completion interface, finding that there were hundreds of task lines arranged under the avatars and nicknames. Most of them were written as some project, some subject, and then followed by the position in this project and subject, such as experimental assistant, subject leader, etc.

Below the task name was a progress bar, showing the percentage of the current task completion and the status. Some tasks were temporarily suspended, the progress bar was red, and the progress bar of tasks in progress was blue.

And below the progress bar, it would display the order taker, followed by the Spider-Man's avatar and their name.

Stark found that one of the task lines at the top wrote "Go to Asgard to send things to Loki".

Alright, that was indeed Loki. Stark rolled his eyes. He tapped lightly on this task line with his thumb, and then found that the task progress showed 6%, the order taker was Gwen Spider-Man, the estimated completion time was two hours, and there were currently no abnormal situations.

Instantly, Stark connected all the things together—this so-called Spider-APP was actually for releasing tasks to Spider-Men. In other words, there were likely many Spider-Men in this universe, not just one. Is this the home base of Spider-Men?

But how could Spider-Men have a home base?

Stark thought with some confusion. If he remembered correctly, Peter told him that his superpowers came from a spider, and he had such powerful power after being bitten by a spider. But that spider was also a local Earth spider, how could it have a relationship with other universes?

Stark speculated slightly. He thought, since he had already traveled through the universe, it showed that the whole world had more than one universe, so it was indeed possible that there was a universe that was the headquarters of all Spider-Men.

Then he thought again, which meant that Spider-Man being taken away by mysterious power wasn't an accident, but very likely that the Spider-Man headquarters sent someone to save him.

Stark recalled the scene when Peter Parker disappeared carefully again. At that time, he only cared about looking at that kind of black flame, but now, he remembered a detail.

The Spider-Man suit he prepared for Peter had a signal transmission function. A microchip was installed on the side of the mask. Once a signal was detected, it would emit a faint light. If connected to communication, it would directly remind the owner of the suit to answer the phone.

Although the battlefield was chaotic, Stark was holding Peter at the time. He remembered that before Peter was engulfed by the black flame, the signal detection device on the side of the mask did indeed flash.

Under such circumstances, it was unlikely that anyone would call Spider-Man, so it was possible that Spider-Man himself sent out a signal.

Could it be that he had once gone to the Spider-Man headquarters, and the headquarters left a life-status detection device on him? Once he was in danger, it would send a distress signal, and then someone would come to save him?

The more Stark thought, the more he felt his inference might be correct. So, he picked up the phone anxiously and began to search constantly in the Spider-APP, wanting to find that familiar face.

Stark was certain he wouldn't recognize the wrong person. No father would recognize his son wrong. But there were too many Spider-Men in the chat group, and the refresh speed was too fast. Before Stark could click on their avatars, the messages they sent had already been refreshed away.

Stark had no choice but to click on the search symbol of the community interface. He paused for a moment and then entered a name—"Peter Parker".

Then 120,000 search results were displayed, all of which were Peter Parker's speech records.