Chapter 1603

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, Miles, it all depends on you. How exactly do you use this thing?" Gwen Spider-Woman dragged Spider-Man Miles to the table and pointed to a small external box next to it: "Isn't this thing your project team came up with supposed to be intelligent proofreading? Why doesn't it work on my computer?"

Miles took off his mask, came to the computer, and began to fiddle with it, typing on the keyboard while saying: "Gwen, you really should learn some computer knowledge, otherwise you will fall further and further behind the times."

"The tone you use to say this is just like my dad." Gwen Spider-Woman sighed with her arms crossed: "It's not that I don't want to learn, but it's as if I have a grudge against electronic products. They are all fine with others, but as soon as they get to my hands, there's always a problem... don't mention this, what exactly is going on?"

Miles turned his head to look at the small box placed next to the computer, then his gaze fell straight on the connection line. He let out an exclamation and then said: "Oh my god, you're using a wired connection?! What era is this!"

"Uh, isn't this how you connect it? I saw they had matching plugs."

"That's for debugging. This thing is wireless. Let me see... sure enough, look, here is the blue light, showing it's in debugging mode, so of course it's useless for you to click the proofread button. Unplug the line, let's pair it again."

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" A Peter Parker walked over. Gwen Spider-Woman looked him up and down and said with some surprise: "You're the Peter of this universe? Why are you staying at the base at this time? No experiments to do?"

"Don't mention it." Peter pulled the chair next to him and sat down: "Reporter Brock made an appointment to interview me at three o'clock in the afternoon, and I even asked for leave. As a result, he said he had an urgent manuscript that needed to be finished ahead of time, and my interview was changed to four-thirty. This hour and a half isn't enough to go to the laboratory, so I can only wait here."

"That's really rare." Miles said while operating the computer: "I thought Dr. Otto and Dr. Warren would steal every second of your time."

"They definitely want to do that." Peter spread his hands and said somewhat helplessly: "They hate Eddie Brock to death, oh, and Nick Fury too. Anyway, they hate everyone who wants to occupy my time."

"You're a big star now." Gwen Spider-Woman walked over, put her arm on Peter's shoulder, leaned her head close to him, and said: "Genius scientist, leader of the era, let me think, what else is there?"

"Oh my god, stop talking. Before this, I didn't know reporters had such creativity in praising people. This is too embarrassing for me."

Peter pushed Gwen Spider-Woman lightly, pushing her away from the chair. Gwen Spider-Woman didn't show weakness, grabbed the top of the chair back, and pulled the swivel chair Peter was in over.

The two were playing around when Miles next to the table shouted: "Alright, Gwen, come over and see how this proofreading is."

Gwen Spider-Woman let go of Peter's chair, ran to the table, took the mouse, and stared at the screen carefully for a while, letting out an incredulous exclamation. She said: "Oh my god, it's unbelievable. It even replaced the form of line breaks for me."

"Yes, this is not the rigid, copy-pasting of the traditional proofreading mode, but AI helping to proofread. If you have any requirements, just speak directly to this box."

Gwen Spider-Woman felt a bit novel. She picked up the box and fiddled with it for a long time. At this time, Peter walked over, but his attention was on the thesis displayed on Gwen's laptop.

"'The Significant Influence of Philosophical Criticism Evolution on the Development Path of Nihilism from the Perspective of Religious Transmission Process'?" Peter spent a lot of effort to read out that mouthful title. He turned his head to look at Gwen Spider-Woman and said: "Are you studying this in the Dream Academy?"

"Originally not." Mentioning this, Gwen Spider-Woman looked very aggrieved. She crossed her arms and said: "But my thesis for the interstellar sociology major was written like dog shit, so Dean Shiler let me change it to this theme. He thinks I'm interested in punk culture, so maybe I'm willing to study nihilism."

"But in fact, my thesis was written poorly because I just don't like writing theses, it has nothing to do with the theme at all."

"Oh my god, my head hurts!" Miles looked at the large pile of words he didn't recognize on the screen and said: "I'm starting to worry about my upcoming study life at Dream School."

"You should worry." Gwen Spider-Woman sat in front of the computer, carefully checking the proofreading results while saying: "Now the quota for Dean Shiler's academy is full, you can only go to other academies. How should I put it, in the other three academies, you don't even have the chance to make up for the thesis."

Miles let out a wail. He is also the type of Spider-Man who doesn't like studying, but who let S. H. I. E. L. D. Director Nick Fury put forward the slogan that "practice and study are equally important," requiring all Spider-Men who come here to go to Dream School to study, otherwise they won't be able to earn enough credits.

Just when Gwen Spider-Woman was complaining to Miles about the courses in Dream School, Amazing Spider-Man rushed over, shook the mobile phone in his hand at them, and said: "Hey, have you guys seen this? It's gone crazy on Twitter and Facebook!"

"What?" Peter leaned over and saw a photo on Amazing Spider-Man's phone, with a few paragraphs of text below it. Peter was used to reading the text first, but the woman in the picture was really eye-catching. Peter couldn't help but let out an exclamation: "Oh my god, she's so beautiful."

In that picture on the mobile phone screen, a black-haired woman wearing a black slim-fit sweater, with a green blanket draped over her neck and shoulders, turned her back to the camera, but looked back slightly at the camera. Her nose bridge was high, her eyes were deep, and a head of black hair was draped down, seemingly chaotic, but actually full of wild beauty.

"This is a well-known niche art photographer Crawford who photographed a woman who looks like a god in Northern Europe. It is said that she is a punk culture enthusiast. Her car broke down on the way to participate in a cultural exchange activity, so she draped a blanket and went down to fix the car."

"That photographer happened to be there attending an art festival award ceremony. The two met by chance on the highway. Crawford was attracted by this lady at first sight. He described her as looking like a goddess in Nordic mythology. It just so happens that this lady is also a Norwegian. Look at her nose and eyebrows, typical Nordic appearance."

"The photographer took pictures for her and posted them on his own Twitter account. This photographer specializing in niche art doesn't have many followers. His previous tweets only had dozens of likes, but this one was completely turned crazy. Now it's almost twenty thousand likes."

"Jesus, he posted it at ten o'clock last night, and it already has hundreds of thousands of likes so fast?" Miles also leaned over and said.

"More than that, this is my screenshot. The number of retweets and comments on it stopped a few hours ago. Now many media in various countries have retweeted this picture, and the number of likes and retweets worldwide is probably over a hundred million."

"This makes a lot of sense, she is really beautiful. No, that's not accurate, she has a kind of... how should I put it? Divinity?" Peter touched his chin and searched his brains for a long time before finding a word.

"I think it's murderous intent. She is like the Goddess of Night or War." Miles shuddered, hugged his arms and rubbed them, saying: "I feel like she's going to destroy the world in the next second."

"What are you guys talking about? God-like, I'll see, I'll see." Gwen Spider-Woman put down the mouse and leaned over. She also couldn't help but let out an exclamation at the first sight of the picture, and then suddenly she let out a "uh" sound as if someone had pinched her throat.

"Hela??!

!" Gwen Spider-Woman screamed.

"What? Who?" Amazing Spider-Man was a bit confused.

"She is Hela!

Hela!

"You know this lady's name, and you know her?" Amazing Spider-Man looked at Gwen Spider-Woman with some shock, and then said: "Then you must help me get an autographed photo of her. If I bring it back to the newspaper in my world to publish, maybe it will become an overnight sensation too."

"I mean, she is Hela! Hela Odinson of Asgard!"

Miles and Amazing Spider-Man didn't react. But Peter opened his mouth wide when he heard the surname Odinson. He pointed to the pattern on the screen while looking at Gwen Spider-Woman and said: "No way? You mean, this is Hela herself, the legendary Princess Hela Odinson of Asgard?"

Gwen Spider-Woman also looked at him, then nodded desperately and said: "There can't be any mistake. We were fishing together a few days ago. I've seen her face up close. This is definitely her!"

"What? What does that mean?" Amazing Spider-Man interrupted her and asked somewhat blankly: "What are you talking about? Is this lady actually imitating Hela?"

"No, she is Hela, Hela Odinson herself." Gwen Spider-Woman pushed Miles aside, pointed her finger at the screen and said: "She is Odin's own daughter, Thor's own sister, Princess Hela Odinson of Asgard!"

Amazing Spider-Man and Miles were stunned in place. Gwen Spider-Woman said somewhat suspiciously: "Could it be that Hela was caught by a human photographer when she returned to Norway to revisit old places?"

"It's not impossible." Peter thought for a while and said: "Thor especially likes to go to specialty supermarkets in Norway when he lives on Earth. He said it makes him feel like he's home. Maybe Hela is the same. That family is very similar."

"But why does this report say she is a punk art enthusiast and is on her way to participate in a niche circle gathering?"

"It must be humans spreading rumors again." Peter shook his head somewhat helplessly and said: "You don't know that bunch of reporters yet? They grab a bit of wind and make a big fuss, otherwise where would the explosive points come from."

"But she really looks quite punk." Miles stretched his neck to look at the screen, unable to move his eyes away, and said: "If I met someone wearing this kind of makeup on the street, I might feel it's very strange, but this dark makeup really suits her. It's too good-looking."

"Who says it isn't." Amazing Spider-Man fiddled with his mobile phone and said: "There are many beautiful people, how come she can become an overnight sensation with just one photo? Appearance is secondary, the dark temperament on her is simply the synonym for punk."

Gwen Spider-Woman had a strange face. She leaned over to the mobile phone again and stared at Hela's face for a long time, and then had to admit that Amazing Spider-Man was right. If the sisters who played rock with her in her universe saw this photo, they would definitely scream and go crazy.

"I have a premonition." Gwen Spider-Woman stared at the screen blankly and said: "She will bring punk culture, this niche art, back into people's vision. It's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. This is destined not to be a type of culture that can be understood by the masses."

"Wait, Gwen." Peter called out to Gwen Spider-Woman and said: "The thesis you wrote is about nihilism and punk culture, right? Then why don't you extract the introduction part and submit it to the newspaper? The newspaper wants to rub off the heat, they must really want this kind of manuscript. Maybe you can receive a considerable amount of manuscript fee."

Gwen Spider-Woman jumped up immediately and said: "You're right. When this manuscript was sent out, the scolding war hadn't been so fierce, and it didn't make a splash at all. I didn't get much manuscript fee."