Chapter 250: The Situation Reverses, Captain UniverseForm Debuts
To keep Soros under control, Evil Peter went all out with his firepower.
Wind Release: Rasenshuriken infused with Vanir divine power, Lightning Release: Electromagnetic Shuriken, Fire Release: Great Flame Big Ball Rasengan—all sorts of attribute-infused orbs were hurled at Soros as if they cost nothing.
The cutting power of the Wind Release, the paralysis effect of the Lightning Release, the continuous burning of the Fire Release... all sorts of effects stacked continuously.
This was only possible because Peter had the Horse Talisman with him, allowing him to extract energy from his body incessantly.
Had it been anyone else, outputting such high-intensity energy continuously would have likely drained them dry and burned them out completely before they could even restrain Soros.
However, this tactic was indeed effective.
Soros had underestimated his opponent, relying on his cosmic energy protection. After tanking the first Rasenshuriken, he no longer had the luxury of choice.
Before he could free himself from the torture of the previous round's hundreds of millions of Chakra needles, Peter's next shuriken had already slammed into his face.
Various elemental debuffs took turns coming into play, constantly chipping away at the defensive capabilities of the cosmic energy.
Such a shameless tactic left Soros at a loss; he was clearly trembling with rage, yet he couldn't move a muscle.
It was just like a Darius with Ghost active running into a Zilean with maxed-out cooldown reduction; he could see the five stacks of Hemorrhage above his head,
yet he was being hard-CC'd in place by the opponent's double Qs, unable to use even a single ultimate no matter how hard he mashed the keyboard.
After being bombarded by Peter for nearly two minutes, Soros finally managed to find a slight opening.
He mobilized a sufficiently powerful amount of cosmic energy to forcibly break free from the control effects, then with blood-red eyes, he roared and charged at Peter:
"Damn little insect, don't get too ahead of yourself."
With a single punch, Soros sent the caught-off-guard Evil Peter flying, but he didn't immediately follow up for close-quarters combat.
The long-lasting control effects from earlier had left him fuming, and he intended to follow Peter's example by using ranged attacks to teach Peter a lesson.
But this man had been accustomed to close-quarters brawling for thousands of years.
He had zero experience in the realm of ranged attacks and could only stand stupidly in place charging up energy waves.
Furthermore, he hadn't gained the true recognition of the cosmic energy. When he used it by force, his movements were like trying to play a modern AAA masterpiece on a ten-year-old mining card—the lag was unbearable to watch.
The few ranged attacks he attempted to fire were laughably slow, all of them predicted by Peter using Observation Haki and dodged with absolute ease.
Of course, this so-called slowness was only relative to a monster like Peter, who had activated Observation Haki.
If it were other Superheroes outside, like Tony or Captain America, at least ninety-nine percent of them wouldn't even have the reaction time before being reduced to powder by the energy waves hitting their faces.
"Oi~ old man, you're not that great, are you? Do I need to get you a pair of reading glasses? I feel like even if I stood still, you wouldn't be able to hit me~"
Seeing that ranged attacks weren't working well against Evil Peter and that his own blood pressure was soaring from the mockery,
the already overheated Soros had to give up on the idea of giving Peter a taste of his own medicine with ranged control. He charged toward Peter instead, deciding to cripple this damn 'the other' first.
After a long game of cat and mouse, Evil Peter was eventually slammed heavily into the ground by Soros, who had caught an opening due to his superior speed.
"Cursed little insect, run! Weren't you very good at running just now? Let's see where you can run this time!"
Soros pinned Peter by the neck with one hand, his tone full of arrogance.
Seeing this, the hearts of the Superheroes almost jumped into their throats.
Gwen, Felicia, Sif, and Natasha were so anxious they wished they could instantly teleport to Peter's side and trade their lives for his.
They frantically pounded on the energy shield in front of them, trying to break in to buy Peter a moment's respite, but their strength was too insignificant before Soros, and there was no way Good Peter would let them in.
On the other side, within the protective shield, Evil Peter—who was being held in the air by the neck by Soros—was clearly in a desperate situation.
And yet, he still smiled. That smile was unrestrained and wild.
"Old man, you're right, I won't be running anymore."
Soros couldn't help but freeze, a faint bad premonition rising in his heart.
But he really couldn't imagine what kind of waves the Peter before him could still stir up, so he suppressed his unease and gave him a mocking smile:
"Realized your failure is inevitable, so you've simply chosen to give up? That is indeed a wise choice."
While he was mocking Evil Peter, Evil Peter quietly turned the Omnitrix on his wrist, and then gave Soros a ferocious grin:
"No, no, no, old man, what kind of beautiful dream are you having? The reason I'm not running is actually because... your time is up."
Boom!
The moment Peter finished speaking, a terrifying power suddenly erupted from within his body.
The sheer terror of that power even made Soros's face change color.
He realized something was wrong and subconsciously tightened his grip, trying to choke Peter to death.
But before he could make a move, Peter's hand had already locked onto his wrist first.
Soros even felt that the strength coming from that hand was enough to instantly crush a Planet.
Only a 'crack' was heard.
In the next second, Soros's wrist was instantly snapped.
His fingers reflexively loosened, but Peter didn't fall to the ground; instead, he floated lightly in mid-air.
His body suddenly turned pitch black, followed by the appearance of scattered starlight, as dreamlike as the cosmic stars.
These starlights gathered on his body, gradually forming patterns that looked like orbital star tracks.
It turned out that Peter had already lasted through the three-minute period for the Omnitrix to copy the genes, successfully copying the Cosmic Energy Mode from Soros.
With the addition of the stellar energy, he also instantly entered Captain Universe Mode.
Seeing the changes appearing on Peter's body and seeing that look which was identical to the Captain Universe Spider-Man he had fought before,
Soros's expression changed drastically. His previously arrogant face instantly became uglier than if he had lost a parent.
He pointed a trembling finger at Peter and couldn't help but scream in shock:
"No, this is impossible! This power is clearly inside my body! How could you obtain this power?!"
Facing his scream, Peter only gave a disdainful smile.
"Who said that just because the power is inside your body, I can't obtain it?"
"Old man, are you ready? The battle is about to be completely reversed."
The moment his voice fell, Peter's figure suddenly vanished. His speed was several times faster than even the previous Soros.
Chapter 251: Power of the Stars, Rasengan Uzuhiko
"Where are you?"
Soros's scarlet eyes darted around, trying to track Peter's movement trajectory.
But Peter was simply too fast right now, so fast that even his naked eye couldn't catch him at all.
Boom!
Suddenly, a fist landed on his cheek.
The force behind this punch exceeded one hundred thousand tons.
With just one punch, Soros was sent flying heavily, half of his cheek completely deformed by this terrifying immense force.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Soros screamed frantically, his face completely twisted.
It wasn't just because of the pain, but also because the moment he took that punch, he felt the Universe energy that he had been suppressing tightly inside his body suddenly erupt into an unprecedented riot.
The Universe energy within him, as if responding to some kind of calling, began to resist violently inside him, seemingly trying to break free from his body and rush into the embrace of Peter opposite him.
Soros reached out toward Peter, and with a wave of his hand, a purple Universe energy cannon blasted out.
He attempted to use this method to severely injure Peter, and also to stabilize the Universe energy within his body through energy consumption.
Opposite him, Peter seemed to have encountered a bug, unable to control his own body, and actually took the Impact of this cannon blast head-on without dodging or evading.
Seeing this scene, Soros couldn't help but show a look of surprise and joy; he thought Peter was like him, unable to control this power, and thus had a momentary loss of control.
He secretly thought to himself, this hit, even if he took it himself, would hurt for a long while and take at least several seconds to recover from—wasn't this his chance?
But when he rushed toward Peter regardless, he was instantly dumbfounded.
Because Peter, who had been hit by the energy cannon, was not only uninjured, but the star trails on his body had become even brighter.
What did this symbolize? It couldn't be more obvious.
His energy cannon attack just now not only failed to harm Peter but instead helped charge him with "Universeenergy"!
"Old man, you didn't really think I was injured just now, did you?"
Peter looked down at Soros, a wicked smile appearing on his face as he said:
"I was just... messing, messing, with, you ~"
Seeing Peter looking so satisfied while still mocking him severely, Soros felt both angry and anxious.
But he knew better; he couldn't lose his footing now. The more chaotic he became, the less he would be able to control the Universe energy within him.
So he roared and raised his fist to strike at Peter, attempting to knock Peter down with his terrifying physical strength, and also preparing to use this method to let the Universe energy see clearly who was the stronger and more worthy individual to adhere to.
But facing his attack, Peter merely raised his palm.
In his palm, a faintly visible, constantly rotating translucent energy sphere emerged.
"This move again?"
A trace of disdain flashed in Soros's eyes.
In his cognition, this kind of long-range attack could cause a momentary Impact on him, but it had to be big enough.
This tiny thing in front of him was nothing to worry about.
Thinking this, Soros's fist crashed down, colliding directly with the small energy sphere in Peter's hand.
He intended to first shatter the energy sphere and then crush Peter's arm along with it.
Hum!
There was no terrifying shockwave, and the ground beneath them did not shatter from the collision of fist and palm.
Time seemed to have been pressed on pause, and the two of them remained stuck in place in such a strange manner.
It looked as if neither of them was using any force at all.
Just as everyone on the scene was a bit confused by this strange scene, Hawkeye couldn't help but freeze.
His eyesight was excellent, far surpassing the Superheroespresent.
Therefore, he was able to notice a subtle, almost imperceptible change in Soros's expression.
It was an expression of disbelief, and deep within his eyes, there was even an uncontrollable trace of... fear!
That's right, fear!
But, why would a monster as powerful as Soros show such an expression after trading a punch with Peter?
Just as he couldn't help but ponder this question in his heart, Peter and Soros's figures separated.
Peter still floated steadily in place, looking like nothing had happened.
As for Soros, he couldn't help but take three steps back, his body swaying left and right as he retreated, staggering like a drunkard who had had too much to drink.
Finally, he stumbled and uncontrollably fell onto his backside.
His eyes were wide with shock, and he used his hands to support his body in disbelief, trying hard to climb up from the ground.
But every time he tried to get up, his body swayed violently, and his vision spun; he tried several times but failed.
Clearly a Multiverse-level super combatant, yet at this moment, even standing up from the ground had become incredibly difficult. Soros finally felt the emotion known as panic. He couldn't help but look at Peter and shout:
"You, what exactly did you do to me?!"
Facing Soros's questioning, Evil Peter just curled the corners of his mouth at him, revealing an incredibly annoying smile:
"Nothing much, just a basic application of astrophysics."
"Planets rotate, and this force of rotation is one of the cores of Universe energy."
"I just used this power a little bit just now and struck it into your body."
Peter's words were spoken lightly, but falling into Soros's ears, they left him full of question marks.
Although he was an old Vampire who had lived for thousands of years, all his energy had been spent hunting spider totems; where would he have the mind to study astrophysics, and how much did he know about things like revolution, rotation, and basic Universe forces?
He wasn't the only one on the scene who was confused.
Outside the protective shield, a group of street heroes who hadn't read much, as well as Captain America, the veteran of the battlefield, were all full of question marks.
Although they had a little more knowledge than this old Vampire Soros, they were all completely confused about things like revolution and rotation.
Seeing Soros's confused look, Peter couldn't help but shake his head, explaining with an expression that implied having no culture was truly terrifying:
"Simply put, I injected the gravity of the Planet's rotation into your body and let these gravitational forces rotate on their own in different directions and at different speeds."
"This is equivalent to saying that when your main body is relatively stationary, every part inside your body is rotating in different directions."
"And, because the gravity of a Planet's rotation never disappears, once this energy enters your body, the Impact it causes on you will never disappear either!"
Speaking up to this point, Peter smiled slightly at the extremely twisted-looking Soros, and slowly revealed the name of this move:
"Remember this move that is destined to lead you to inevitable failure; its name is... Rasengan Uzuhiko!"
Chapter 252: Wanting to Self-Destruct? I'll Just Give You a Punch!
"Rasengan: Uzuhiko?"
Soros's brow furrowed completely into a deep scowl.
He didn't quite understand the meaning behind Peter's words.
But he could clearly feel the nauseating sense of vertigo within his body.
His stomach was churning.
The World before his eyes was spinning.
No matter how hard he tried, his hands and feet wouldn't obey him.
Even though the ground beneath him hadn't moved an inch, he felt like a small boat swaying precariously amidst violent winds and giant waves.
"Impossible... I am the greatest Inheritor! How can mere gravity make me so pathetic?"
Soros pressed both hands against the ground, his fingers sinking deep into the cracked asphalt road.
The veins all over his body writhed like tiny snakes, and every muscle trembled from excessive blood congestion.
He struggled desperately, trying to force his body upright.
The first time,
his upper body had just risen half a foot when his left arm twisted strangely by half a turn, causing him to fall back down pathetically. His face slammed into the ground, cracking the earth in a spider-web pattern.
The second time.
This time, he forced himself over, attempting a kip-up motion to leap to his feet.
But in the next second, the dizziness in his mind suddenly intensified several-fold. As he rose, he flipped directly onto his side; his intended kip-up turned into a clumsy roll like a lazy donkey.
The third time...
Before he could even make a move, Evil Peter suddenly remarked with a sigh:
"What kind of thunderous movement is this? A frantic maggot in a sea of dung?"
Blegh—
Already dizzy and lightheaded, Soros felt his blood pressure spike at Peter's mockery.
As his mind visualized that image, he immediately vomited.
However, what he spat out wasn't food residue, but chunks of dark red internal organ fragments.
The power of Rasengan: Uzuhiko wasn't originally meant to tear Soros's internal organs apart directly.
But even though his body was clearly failing, Sorosinsisted on struggling, which led to this tragedy.
His organs were already twisting in one direction, yet Soros, in his attempt to stand up, forcibly applied a completely opposite force.
The effect of these two overlapping forces didn't cancel out; instead, both sides suffered—he used so much force that he literally squeezed his own internal organs until they burst!
"Old man, I suggest you stop wasting your effort."
Peter floated in mid-air, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at Soros with the gaze one would use for dying prey.
"The Cosmic Energy in your body isn't fully under your control to begin with, and now it's been stirred into a mess by my gravitational field. The more you try to mobilize it, the more violent it becomes."
"The more violent it gets, the faster those gravitational rotations I struck into you will spin."
"The faster they spin, the less you'll be able to stand up."
"It's a vicious cycle, understand?"
Soros understood, but he refused to accept this reality.
He was Soros, the King of Totems who had lived for thousands of years, a being infinitely close to a god.
How could he lose face like this, lying on the ground like a dead dog, allowing his 'food' to humiliate him?
Just as a human could not accept a dog suddenly running over to pee on their head,
Soros felt the same way now.
He, Soros, could die in battle, or die of old age, but he absolutely could not die in such a disgraceful manner at the hands of his own food!
"Damn it... damn it!"
Soros's eyes were bloodshot. He gave up on standing and instead lay prone on the ground, gathering energy like a giant toad.
His idea was very simple: if he couldn't solve the problem, he would solve the person who brought the problem.
He prepared to use the energy within his body—enough to easily detonate a planet—to blow Peter up and take him down with him.
Wouldn't that be better than dying so pathetically at the other's hands?
"You despicable insect, even if I die..."
Before he could finish speaking,
a figure as bright as the stars appeared before him.
Bang.
Peter kicked Soros in the face as if he were kicking a soccer ball.
This strike was so unexpected that Soros, caught off guard, actually bit off his own tongue.
His body spun continuously in the air before finally slamming heavily against the psychokinetic barrier, sliding down inch by inch like a dead dog.
Almost the moment he hit the ground, Peter appeared before him in a flash.
He raised his foot and stepped on Soros's head, looking down at this once-arrogant leader of the Inheritor Family:
"Despicable?"
"How many spider totems has your Inheritor Familyhunted down over thousands of years? How many Peter Parkers from how many Universes have you slaughtered?"
"When you were wantonly plundering the power of others, why didn't you think of those words?"
"Now that you're lying on the ground like a dog, you suddenly remember to accuse others of being despicable?"
While speaking, Peter ground his foot into Soros's face twice more.
Pure Cosmic Energy from his body immediately seeped into Soros through this physical contact.
Once the two completely identical sources of energy met, they immediately triggered a violent resonance.
The figure that had been bulging like a giant toad first shriveled up like a deflated ball.
Then, every part of his body began to crack inch by inch amidst the energy rampage.
"Aaaaaaah—"
Soros let out a scream that didn't sound human at all.
Purple-black blood seeped from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth simultaneously.
Outside the protective barrier, everyone held their breath.
The Spider Army members couldn't help but cover their mouths, their eyes red. It wasn't out of sympathy—it was because their long-suppressed fear had finally found an outlet for release.
This monster, this predator who fed on them and hunted them across Universes, had finally met his retribution!
Initially, seeing him like this was quite satisfying for Peter.
But as he watched, he noticed something was wrong.
Even though Soros's body was damaged to a point that was hard to look at—his limbs twisted and his skin covered in purple-black cracks like a piece of porcelain about to shatter—
strangely enough,
this crack-filled porcelain just wouldn't break.
Those horrific injuries were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye every second.
Realizing this, Peter kicked Soros's head again.
This kick almost made his head explode.
Yet this head that was about to explode returned to its original state in less than a few seconds.
Tch~
Peter's brow couldn't help but furrow.
He realized that his ordinary attacks really couldn't do anything to this guy.
His regeneration speed was too fast, and although the Cosmic Energy was no longer under his control, it was still passively providing him with protection.
This meant Peter's attacks weren't enough to deal a fatal blow.
"High defense and a thick health bar, huh?"
Peter took a step back, looking at the old Vampire on the ground who, despite being beaten into a pulp, was still tenaciously repairing himself. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Then how will your Excellency face it if I give you a punch that deals true damage?"
Chapter 253: Haymaker, Parting the Hudson River
Peter's Grit had been charging from the very beginning of the battle.
Having been beaten by Soros for so long, his Grit had already been filled during that process.
He had been holding back, waiting for a chance for a one-hit kill.
Now, the time had come.
Peter took a deep breath.
He slowly pulled back his right fist, and his entire aura underwent an earth-shattering change at that moment.
As Peter made this decision, everyone outside the protective barrier felt an involuntary palpitation.
They instinctively looked at Peter, seeing his right fist slowly tightening.
At the same time, his body began a massive rotation backward.
It was a spiral charge, from the soles of his feet to his waist and hips, and finally to his shoulders.
His body was like a taut bow ready to be released, charging madly; with every degree of rotation, the accumulated power increased tenfold.
Golden Grit surged onto his fist first.
That golden light, representing battle intent and fury, burned between his knuckles.
Next came the Cosmic Energy.
The star trails converged from his entire body onto his right arm.
Then came the Armament Haki.
His entire right arm was instantly dyed with a pitch-black metallic texture.
Finally, the divine inscriptions.
Ancient runes of the Aesir appeared on his fist, intertwining with the previous three powers.
Four distinct energies were wildly stacking, colliding, and merging on his right fist.
With every bit of fusion, the color of the light on Peter's fist changed.
Gold.
Black.
Starry blue.
Finally... it settled into an eerie purple-gold.
Within this purple-gold light, a massive phantom of a Wolverine head slowly coalesced.
That head was several times larger than the colossus Peterhad manifested when fighting Laufey; purple-gold energy flowed between its bared fangs, its eyes wide open, radiating World-ending ferocity.
The ground was trembling.
The air was distorting.
The ruins of Hells Kitchen were constantly disintegrating during this process.
Outside the barrier, everyone felt a pressure from the depths of their souls; ordinary street-level heroes like Daredevil and Iron Fist even involuntarily fell to their knees with a thud.
"This power..."
Daredevil couldn't help but mutter, his voice extremely hoarse.
In his sensory World, inside that telekinetic barrier, it was as if a demon from hell had opened its eyes.
Beside him, Captain America also wore a grave expression.
He had fought wars his whole life, from World War II to the modern era, and had seen countless grand scenes. But he swore he had never felt such immense, such pure destructive power.
Even the mere shockwaves leaking from this power gave him the illusion that he was standing at the Impact point of a nuclear bomb.
Soros on the ground also felt that World-destroying power.
His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks.
Fear.
True, deep-seated fear from his marrow and soul.
Having lived for thousands of years and hunted countless spider totems, for the first time, he felt the breath of death so clearly looming over his head.
"No... impossible..."
He tried desperately to get up, to run, to mobilize Cosmic Energy for defense.
But he couldn't move.
The gravitational turbulence of the Rasengan had pinned him firmly in place.
The more he tried to move, the more chaotic the Cosmic Energy within him became.
The more chaotic it was, the less likely he was to crawl up from the ground.
And Peter's right fist had already been fully charged in those few moments.
No nonsense.
No extra taunts.
Just a step forward, followed by a punch crashing down.
Boom!
The heavens and earth lost their color in that instant.
Even sound seemed to have completely vanished.
When destructive power reaches a certain critical point, even sound waves cannot propagate.
Because the air was completely compressed out of existence, the medium for transmitting sound no longer existed.
The purple-gold Wolverine head phantom, carrying the fourfold energy, swallowed Soros's entire body head-on.
Soros let out his final scream:
"Wryyyyy~~~!!!"
That sound was unlike anything a human or creature could make; sharp, shrill, and distorted, like thousands of fingernails scratching against glass simultaneously.
His Cosmic Energy protective shield lasted less than 0.3 seconds under the purple-gold light before collapsing.
Immediately after was his proud Vampire body.
That body, which had survived for thousands of years and undergone countless transformations and enhancements, disintegrated layer by layer under the combined bombardment of the four energies—from outside to inside, from skin to bone, from bone to cell.
There was no flying flesh.
No severed limbs.
It simply... turned into nothingness.
The purple-gold light swallowed everything.
Soros's body began to dissolve from his feet, like an old photograph licked by flames; the edges curled and charred, then turned to ash and drifted away.
His face was the last thing to disappear.
At the final moment of his life, Peter's figure was reflected in Soros's scarlet eyes.
Unwillingness.
Fear.
And a trace of deep-seated confusion.
He never managed to understand—how a "the other," an anomaly not recognized by the Web of Life and Destiny, could possess such power.
He would never have the chance to figure it out.
The purple-gold light completely swallowed his body.
Soros—the leader of The Inheritors, the hunter spanning the multiverse, the ancient Vampire who had lived for thousands of years—was completely obliterated.
But the power of this punch was far from over.
The energy barrier maintained by Good Peter was like a thin sheet of paper before the purple-gold shockwave.
Crack!
The barrier shattered.
Energy fragments splattered, turning into specks of starlight that dissipated into the air.
And that purple-gold shockwave, after piercing through the barrier, still did not stop.
It continued west along the streets of Hells Kitchen, cutting straight toward the Hudson River in the rear with an unstoppable momentum.
The river surface was torn open.
Not by raising huge waves, not by splashing water—but by being forcibly split down the middle!
A fissure over a hundred meters wide appeared in the very center of the Hudson River.
The river water on both sides surged and receded like the Red Sea parted by Moses, revealing the moss-covered riverbed.
This river, over 507 kilometers long, was given a middle part by Peter with a single Haymaker.
Residents far away in New Jersey stared dumbfounded at the river water parting before their eyes, forgetting even to scream for a moment.
The state of the river being split lasted for a full minute.
For a full sixty seconds, the middle part of the Hudson River was completely dry.
Not until a minute later did the river water slowly close back up, resuming its flow accompanied by a roar like thunder.
The shockwaves of this punch even caused strong tremors in several states around New York.
But on the battlefield of Hells Kitchen, there was nothing but dead silence.
All the Superheroes were stunned.
The army of Spider-Man from other Universes was also dumbstruck.
The eyes of the four women—Gwen, Felicia, Sif, and Natasha—shimmered with brilliant light as they looked at Peter.
Everyone stared unblinkingly at Peter, who was floating in mid-air with the star trails on his body slowly fading, collectively falling into a state of awe bordering on religious fervor.
Chapter 254: The Battle Ends, the Moment of Reckoning Arrives
In Hells Kitchen after the battle, only the whimpering sound of the wind blowing through the ruins remained.
The starlight on Evil Peter gradually faded, returning to that dark gold vibranium suit.
He slowly descended from the air, a visible white light emerging from his body during the process.
Within the white light, Good Peter also ceased his output of energy arcs, merging back into one with him once more.
"Done."
Having returned to his original form, Peter lightly clapped his hands and uttered this sigh of relief.
His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.
These two words acted like a switch, instantly igniting all the accumulated emotions in everyone's hearts.
"We won! We won!"
"Boss is freaking awesome! (Voice cracking)"
The Spider-Men from different Universes erupted in earth-shattering cheers, hugging each other and weeping with joy.
The nightmare that had weighed on their heads for thousands of years, Inheritors who could have stripped them of their lives at any moment and even caused their Universes to collapse, had finally been completely wiped out!
"Peter!"
Gwen, Felicia, and Sif—the Valkyrie from Asgard—rushed forward immediately, unable to resist hugging Peter and looking him up and down with concern.
Gwen and Felicia both knew Peter had healing abilities, but Soros was no ordinary opponent after all, and he had inflicted unprecedented damage on Peter, so they were somewhat worried about whether he had left behind any hidden injuries or lingering ailments.
As for Sif, she was purely there to shower him with praise.
As a warrior of Asgard, she wouldn't worry about whether a hero returning from a great victory was injured.
She would only be thinking about when she could drink fine wine with the hero.
In contrast, Natasha was incredibly self-aware; she just hid in the crowd, smiling as she watched Peter being surrounded by the three girls, a mischievous, successful grin appearing on her face.
Mhm, that's right, she had specifically not held Sif back just now...
On the other side... Gwen and Felicia clearly hadn't expected this move.
The two of them couldn't help but freeze, first glancing at each other, then simultaneously looking at Peter with a meaning that couldn't be more obvious:
This little sister looks quite unfamiliar; where did you go and provoke her?
Seeing this, Peter couldn't help but feel a headache coming on; he would rather fight ten more Soroses for five hundred rounds than deal with a scene like this.
But for now, under the strange gazes of the other Superheroes, he still had to introduce the three to each other:
"Gwen, Felicia, this is Lady Sif from Asgard, whom I mentioned to you before."
"Sif, these two are Gwen and Felicia, whom I mentioned to you."
Sif, the silly girl, was tempted to say something provocative, but she was shut down by a dangerous look from Peter.
And while Gwen and Felicia felt a bit of dissatisfaction in their hearts, both of them knew very well to give their man enough face in public, so neither said much!
As for Peter himself, he decisively found a new task for himself, looking directly at Karn and the others to speak:
"Karn, Soros is dead. You should go back and take responsibility for your family's Universe-001. Besides, there's a half-dead Master Weaver over there waiting for you to rescue him."
Karn nodded solemnly. He took a deep look at Peter, his eyes containing more than just gratitude—it was an indescribable awe.
He knew very well that the man before him had already exceeded the scope of what they could understand.
"The gates of Universe-001 will always be open to you."
Karn first made this promise, then added:
"If you have any enemies in the future that you can't handle in your Universe, you're welcome to send them to Universe-001. Consider this a way for me to apologize to you on behalf of my father and siblings."
"As for visiting, let's set that aside for now. I still have some matters to attend to here."
At this point, he turned back to look at Tony and Captain America, unable to resist showing a smile that looked almost devilish:
"The battle is over, but there's an account I haven't started settling yet."
Tony was stunned at first, but then quickly realized what 'account' he was talking about, and subsequently couldn't help but become incredibly excited.
Sending those fat-headed, brainless fools out of office—this was a major event he had never done before.
For a billionaire like him who had seen and played with everything, this kind of novelty was very precious.
"Peter, how many people are you planning to take down using this opportunity?"
"Is that even a question?" Peter's face was still smiling, yet it caused the countless people present to gradually feel a chill that reached their bones:
"All of them, of course!"
"Understood!" Tony couldn't help but rub his hands together.
"Give me ten seconds, and I'll call in a bunch of brand-new communication drones."
...
The White House, the President's Office.
The President and General Mike, among others, were currently pacing back and forth anxiously.
The violent tremors coming from the direction of Hells Kitchen made them uneasy, but because the battlefield was completely isolated by an energy shield and the live broadcast cameras were destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle, they had no way of knowing the specific situation inside.
"It's been so long, why isn't there any news at all?" General Mike couldn't help but tug at his tie irritably.
He didn't even know anymore whether he hoped Peter and the others would win or lose; after all, no matter which outcome it was, it seemed like a fatal, bad ending for them.
"Look on the bright side," a high-ranking official couldn't help but speak up to comfort him.
"Maybe they'll both be heavily wounded, or even perish together."
At the thought of such a scene, the corner of the previously gloom-ridden General Mike's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile. If such a thing could really happen, that would be fantastic!
Just as he was thinking this in his heart, all the screens in the office—TVs, computers, even the assistant's tablet—suddenly lit up at the same time.
After the static flickered for a moment, a figure that made their scalps tingle appeared on the screen.
The iconic dark gold skull mask, and the Battle Suit on his body was spotless.
It was none other than The Arbiter, Peter Parker!
"Pfft—"
The President sprayed a mouthful of coffee all over the documents in front of him. His body went limp, and he almost slid off his chair.
In the office, everyone's smiles froze on their faces.
They watched helplessly as The Arbiter on the screen used a tone so calm it was heart-palpitating to announce to the whole World.
"Citizens of New York, fellow countrymen of America."
"I am The Arbiter."
"Now, I want to announce some good news to you. Just now, a crisis sufficient to destroy our entire civilization... has been completely resolved by us."
"New York is safe."
"America is safe."
"The World is safe."
Chapter 255: Black Rose, Please Go to Your Deaths
The moment the voice fell, the entire country was in an uproar.
From New York to Los Angeles, from Chicago to Houston, from Seattle to Miami.
Patrons in bars slammed their beer mugs on the counters, shouting and cheering at the top of their lungs.
Students in university dorms clapped frantically at their phone screens.
Even drivers on the highway, listening to the radio while driving, couldn't help but honk their horns in celebration.
The entire America fell into a state of near-manic revelry.
But the atmosphere inside the White House was the exact opposite of the outside.
The Oval Office.
On the giant television screen, The Arbiter's face occupied the entire frame.
The President's face was deathly pale.
General Mike's fingers were trembling as he gripped the armrests of his chair.
That self-proclaimed shrewd Attorney General didn't even reach out to adjust his glasses as they slid to the tip of his nose.
They heard the cheers from outside.
Even through the thick walls and soundproof glass of the White House, the wave of sound was still clearly audible.
"It's over..."
Mike's lips quivered as he squeezed out those two words.
He wasn't a fool.
The Arbiter had just won a Multiverse War broadcast live to the world, single-handedly eliminating an enemy capable of destroying Earth.
At this moment, The Arbiter's status in the hearts of the people could no longer be summarized by the words "Superheroes."
He was the Savior.
He was a God.
And the things they had previously conspired—smearing The Arbiter, the superhuman registration act, inciting the public to pay taxes—were no different from throwing eggs against a rock in the face of such prestige.
"He... how could he win! How could he possibly win!"
General Mike let out a roar that didn't sound human; his eyes were bloodshot, looking like a crazed tiger as he flipped the desk in front of him over.
At this moment, he finally knew the answer to the previous question.
He would rather those damned aliens invading Earth had won and destroyed the entire Universe than face the current outcome.
After all, if the Universe was destroyed, countless people would die with him, and he would still be that high-and-mighty four-star general until the very last second before his death.
But now, he and everyone in the office were destined to become notorious names in history books.
Spurned by the people for generations.
Everyone in the office, down to the last person, slumped in their seats, their faces as pale as paper and their foreheads covered in pea-sized beads of cold sweat.
It's over.
This thought, like a maggot in the bone, grew crazily in each of their minds.
Their carefully laid traps, their plans they thought were foolproof, appeared so ridiculous and fragile in the face of absolute power and deeper schemes.
"Public relations! Quick! Contact the media! Conduct crisis management!"
The President finally found his voice, pointing at his Press Secretary and shouting hoarsely,
"Say... say that all of this was our plan! We only did this to use a scheme to unite these Superheroes! Yes! That's it!"
Even he didn't believe these words.
But it was the only life-saving straw they could grasp now.
However, before that already terrified and bewildered Press Secretary could make a move.
In the office, everyone's phones issued a series of urgent "ding-dong" sounds at the same time.
It was the notification sound for news pushes.
General Mike's hand trembled as he picked up the phone from the floor, its screen already cracked.
A headline from the Daily Bugle caught his eye.
[Shocking Scandal! Recordings of Top-Secret White House Meetings Exposed, a Vicious Conspiracy Against Superheroes!]
Clicking on the news, a crystal-clear audio clip, accompanied by detailed text records, was made public.
"...This is a great opportunity for us to weaken the prestige of this damned Punisher!"
"...Make him take the initiative to go on a show and appeal to the masses to pay taxes!"
"...While his reputation is at rock bottom, I plan to take the opportunity to introduce... the superhuman registration act!"
In the audio, each of their voices was clearly identifiable; those despicable, malicious, and calculating words sounded like loud slaps across their own faces at this moment.
"No... no..."
The Attorney General collapsed on the floor, a large patch of his crotch wet, emitting an unpleasant stench.
Fear had already destroyed his sanity.
And this was only the beginning.
Just tens of seconds after the first news push, the second and third pushes followed one after another.
[Exclusive Video! At a Time of National Crisis, High-Level White House Officials Actually Held a Lewd Party in the Office!]
If the previous recording only ruined their reputations.
Then this video was the final nail that completely nailed them to the pillar of historical shame.
The footage in the video was unbearable to look at.
While Peter was calling for national unity to resist foreign enemies but was being insulted!
While the Superheroes were completely divided because of the registration act.
These highest rulers of the country were in the White House office, holding a "celebration party" with a group of hot young men and women that could only be broadcast with thick mosaics.
Dissolute, depraved, and shameless.
The public was beyond furious.
While heroes were bleeding and dying on the front lines, these politicians, who had said they would make the country great again during their campaigns, were drinking and making merry in the rear, doing all sorts of sordid things!
This was no longer just dereliction of duty.
This was the most blatant betrayal of the entire country and all its people!
Inside the office, there was a deathly silence.
"Who leaked it? Damn it, how did they dare let these things get out?"
The President's eyes were red!
He knew that this time, everyone present would be completely finished, with no possibility of a comeback!
Meanwhile, General Mike stared blankly at the video, and suddenly, his pupils shrank violently.
He noticed the filming angle of the video.
That angle... was clearly filmed from the position where his most trusted personal secretary, who had been with him for over a decade, stood!
He whipped his head around, only to find that the female secretary had already left the office.
He wasn't the only one who discovered this problem; gradually, more and more politicians realized something was wrong through the filming angles of the photos.
These photos could only have been taken by the most trusted people around them who had the opportunity and the angle!
The politicians felt their hands and feet go cold because of this discovery, and each of them hurriedly fumbled for their phones to call these people to demand an explanation.
But when the calls were connected, the voices coming from the other end were female voices they had never heard before.
At the same time, outside the White House building, a group of men and women of different identities and appearances neatly tore off their human skin masks, revealing exquisite and beautiful faces one after another.
It was the former Red Room female Agents led by Antonia!
Now, they had a more elegant new code name—
Black Rose!
The group looked at each other, then simultaneously brought their phones to their ears and spoke in voices tinged with a hint of a smile:
"Black Rose, please go to your deaths~"
Chapter 256: A First in Five Hundred Years
"Black Rose, please prepare yourselves for death~"
The moment the words fell, the White House's thick bulletproof glass suddenly shuddered violently.
Boom—
The sound was dull and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.
Immediately following was the second strike, then the third...
Outside the window, the thunderous roar of the crowd, like a mountain collapsing and the sea raging, penetrated the walls and the soundproofing material, clearly reaching inside.
"Step down!"
"Liars!"
"Get out of the White House!"
The President's face turned pale in an instant as he stumbled toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
With just one glance, his legs went weak.
Outside the window, the entire Pennsylvania Avenue had been completely submerged by the angry tide of people.
They held up various homemade signs and waved their fists, their faces twisted with rage, like waves of red surging to surround the White House, this isolated island.
The White House guards held their riot shields, desperately defending the gates, trying their best to keep the angry masses from rushing in.
But their meager manpower was like a few rocks about to be washed away in the face of that raging ocean of anger.
Heaven knows how much longer they could hold out.
Watching the chaos below, the high-ranking officials in the office felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.
They finally realized a fact so terrifying it made their souls tremble.
They had assumed that those Superheroes were just a bunch of simple-minded, brawny pawns they could play with in the palm of their hands.
But in reality...
They were the ones who were the pawns.
And they were a bunch of pawns who had walked into a trap without knowing it, still feeling smug, foolish beyond saving!
The true chess player had been only one person from the very beginning, and that was Peter Parker.
This guy had anticipated their every move from the very start.
He had even planted spies by their side long ago.
Every one of their conspiracies, every conversation, every strategy they thought was brilliant, was completely transparent and open to him.
He was merely playing along with their schemes, watching them coldly, step by step, as they put the noose around their own necks and then kicked away the stool beneath their feet themselves!
It was just... too late to realize this now.
Listening to the shouting getting closer and louder outside the door, General Mike's face turned as pale as paper. He could no longer maintain the composed demeanor of a four-star general, and like a gambler who had lost everything, he screamed hysterically with bloodshot eyes.
"Fire! Fire! Deploy the Police, call the army! Suppress these damned lowly commoners immediately! Gun them all down for me!"
However, before he could finish speaking, the Presidentsuddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, roaring in anger like a Beast driven into a corner.
"Idiot! Do you really think that at a time like this, the Policeand the army will still listen to our orders? Do you think they have the guts to stand against a damned monster like The Arbiter?!"
Almost the moment his words fell.
Three figures tore through the clouds in the sky, hovering above the White House with unparalleled momentum.
One was clad in dark golden armor, a skull mask reflecting a chilling, grim light in the sun, like a king returned from hell.
One was wearing streamlined gold and red armor, the reactor on his chest emitting the light of technology and the future, the Iron God of the human World.
One was wearing a blue and red star-spangled uniform, holding a round shield, representing the spirit and faith of an era.
It was The Arbiter, Iron Man, and Captain America, the three Superheroes giants!
The moment they appeared, the noisy and angry crowd below instantly fell into an eerie silence.
Immediately following was an even crazier, more deafening cheer!
"The Arbiter!"
"Iron Man!"
"Captain!"
The cheering converged into a wave of sound that almost threatened to overturn the entire sky of Washington D.C.
Peter hovered in mid-air, his gaze calmly sweeping over the fanatical crowd below and the ashen-faced politicians inside the White House from beneath his dark golden mask.
He did not speak, only slowly raised his hand.
The crowd quieted down again.
Everyone looked up, watching the three figures in the sky with a gaze that was almost like a pilgrimage.
At this moment, Tony Stark's armor faceplate opened, and his face, familiar to the whole World, wore a slightly cynical smile, but his eyes were serious as never before.
"Everyone, I know you are very angry."
"To be honest, I am very angry too. When we were fighting on the front lines to protect this World, some people were hiding in the back, plotting how to betray us, how to betray you!"
His voice, through the armor's amplification system, clearly spread across the entire square.
"They tried to divide us, tried to use lies and conspiracies to tarnish the name of heroes. They told you that Superheroes are a threat, that they need to be regulated, need to be registered."
"But today, I want to ask you." Tony's voice suddenly rose, "When that monster named Soros descended, when the crisis of destruction loomed over us all, was it their bill that protected you, or was it us?!"
"It was you!"
In the crowd, it was unclear who shouted first. Immediately after, a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring response rang through the sky.
"It was you!"
Captain America Steve Rogers also stepped forward, his upright and powerful voice carrying a strength capable of soothing hearts.
"We never seek power, nor do we desire to be above anyone. We fight hard simply because this is the right thing to do."
"Protecting the innocent, fighting evil, this is our only creed."
"But today, someone has tarnished this creed and betrayed your trust. They never consider this country; they only seek to satisfy their own dirty, selfish desires."
"People like this do not deserve to lead this country anymore!"
After Captain America finished speaking, the public's emotions were completely ignited:
"Deserve nothing! Step down!"
"Get out, resign!"
At the White House gate, those guards who were originally struggling to hold on looked at each other, and finally, one of the young guards was the first to throw away the riot shield in his hand.
With a crisp "bang," it was like knocking over the first domino.
Immediately following was the second, the third...
All the guards put down their weapons, and even turned around to join the protesting crowd, raising their middle fingers toward the direction of the President's office.
As the saying goes, for a few thousand bucks a month, why risk your life!
At a time like this, why still risk your life for those bastards who don't even invite them to their wild parties?
Only a fool would do such a stupid thing!
At this point, the White House's last line of defense was completely declared breached.
The angry masses rushed into the White House without obstruction, dragging out the government officials who had once been high and mighty.
Today is destined to be the most special day in the five hundred years since the founding of America!
Chapter 257: The Great Crisis of the One Who Reverses the Future
Over the next twenty-four hours...
The government came to a complete standstill.
Following closely, a bizarre spectacle occurred for the first time: before his term even ended, the President dejectedly announced his resignation amidst a storm of criticism, and Congress was forced to dissolve immediately due to being mired in scandals.
On this day, the most powerful nation in the Worldwelcomed a power vacuum.
...
Queens, New York, inside an ordinary residence.
On the living room television, footage of the Presidentdelivering his resignation speech with a mournful face was playing on a loop.
The news headlines were each more explosive than the last.
"A Historic Moment: The White House Falls, the PresidentResigns!"
"Power Vacuum: Where Will the U.S. Go From Here?"
Uncle Ben and Aunt May sat on the sofa, watching the earth-shattering changes on TV and then looking at their nephew, who was nonchalantly munching on an apple beside them, their expressions complex to the extreme.
After a long while, Aunt May finally spoke with some helplessness.
"Peter... this, isn't this stir a bit too big?"
Although she knew those politicians weren't any good, the idea of directly bringing a national government to its knees felt a bit far-fetched no matter how she thought about it.
Uncle Ben was also full of worry; he pushed up his glasses and sighed.
"Child, I know you did nothing wrong. But with the current situation, how will this be settled? We can't let the country stay in such chaos forever, can we?"
Peter took a large bite of the apple with a "crunch" and said indistinctly,
"Don't worry, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, I know what I'm doing."
He finished the apple in a few bites, threw the core accurately into a distant trash can, then clapped his hands, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.
"I think Uncle George and Uncle Norman should really enjoy their new jobs."
...
With the former President stepping down, a new round of presidential elections was urgently put on the agenda with unprecedented speed.
And just when everyone thought it would be a chaotic free-for-all with no clear leader, a name that caught everyone by surprise appeared on the candidate list in a earth-shattering manner.
George Stacy.
This former New York police captain, with his consistent image of integrity, incorruptibility, and toughness, instantly captured the nation's attention.
More importantly, the lineup of supporters behind him could be described as insanely luxurious.
The Daily Bugle, the media outlet that used to smear Spider-Man every day, had now, under the leadership of J. Jonah Jameson, transformed into George Stacy's most loyal advocate, rallying support for him twenty-four hours a day and portraying him as the only hope to make this country great again.
Stark Industries, Parker Tech, Oscorp... New York's three major technology companies spoke with one voice, providing unlimited financial support for Mr. George's campaign, acting as if they were about to throw US dollars around like flyers.
And the most heavyweight endorsement came from the three Superheroes—The Arbiter, Ghost-Spider, and Nightingale—who publicly announced that George Stacywas the most righteous politician they had ever seen.
This statement was more effective than any political manifesto.
Three Superheroes who had saved the World unanimously agreed that George Stacy was the best candidate for President; what else was there to say?
In an instant, George Stacy's approval rating soared like a Rocket, leaving all other potential competitors far behind.
Eventually, not a single competitor could even be seen.
Whether it was red states or blue states, everyone's choice was surprisingly unanimous—George Stacy!
Everyone understood that there was no longer any suspense regarding the seat of the next President.
It could be said that Peter had handed the supreme power of the entire country into the hands of the person he trusted most without shedding a drop of blood.
...
While George was busy campaigning for President, Peterwas not idle either.
After dealing with the politicians in his own Universe, he ultimately made a trip to the Spider Alliance, mainly to handle two things.
The first was to offer his blessings to the new Master Weaver.
It wasn't until the matters here were concluded that Peterlearned this major news through Punk Spider-Man and others.
It turned out that the Master Weaver was Karn from the future!
On the verge of death, he had actively guided Karn toward this path through prophecies; when Karn came before him in his most free state, he revealed the whole truth to his past self and handed the responsibility back to Karn.
However, the future Karn also stated that all of this shouldn't have happened so quickly.
In the ending he had foreseen, "the other", "bride", and "descendant" should have joined forces with all the Little Spiders to thoroughly solve the big trouble that was Soros.
But now, Peter's appearance had completely shattered the established plans and prophecies.
Peter wasn't even "the other" and hadn't received the blessing of a spider totem; even the future Karn didn't know where this person had come from.
He only knew that since Peter's appearance, his arrangements had begun to collapse on a large scale, yet in the end, they strangely reached a perfect conclusion that he could never have derived no matter how he calculated it.
It was for this reason that the future Karn called Peter "the One Who Reverses the Future."
Besides that, the second thing was to help Otto Parker, also known as Doctor Octopus, achieve a perfect resurrection.
Peter didn't know that in the original story, Otto Parker had made a move against the future Karn, nor did he know where Otto Parker's future was headed.
He knew that under his previous lessons, Otto Parker had determined to turn over a new leaf.
So, he followed their agreement: after Doctor Octopustransferred his consciousness into his clone, Peter used the Horse Talisman to help heal the mental damage caused by the artificial intelligence mechanical arms.
Just as Peter returned to his own Universe after finishing these two tasks, his phone rang.
The caller ID read "Daisy"!
If there was one person who was extremely dissatisfied with Peter's recent actions,
That person was definitely Daisy.
Ever since Peter had promised her that he would help her awaken the hidden power in her bloodline, the former super hacker had been working like she was on stimulants, diving headfirst into S.H.I.E.L.D. and undergoing nearly inhumanly strict Agent training every day.
She had always believed that as long as she became strong and excellent enough, she would be able to help Peter and stand by his side.
But this time, when a crisis capable of destroying the World descended, Peter hadn't contacted her from beginning to end, even completely excluding her.
This left Daisy with a strong, unprecedented sense of insecurity and frustration.
She desperately wanted to see Peter, wanted an explanation, or rather, wanted a reassuring answer.
Looking at the constantly ringing phone, Peter couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He had indeed neglected that little girl too much lately.
Just as Peter was about to answer the call, the living room door was pushed open.
Immediately after, three beautiful figures burst in one after another.
It was Gwen, Felicia, and Sif!
The moment he saw these three, Peter's hand, which was about to press the answer button, instantly shifted to the button on the other side.
Daisy's matter could be delayed a bit longer, but these three in front of him couldn't be delayed at all!
Chapter 258: Sif's Death Wish
"Beep~"
The call was hung up immediately.
Seeing this, Gwen couldn't help but tilt her head:
"Did someone call you?"
"Just a spam call, nothing important."
Peter brushed past this part without leaving any trace of acting, his face immediately breaking into an incredibly natural smile.
He felt his current state of mind was as steady as an old dog, and he even wanted to laugh a little.
Although the situation was a bit tricky, it was still much better than last time.
The last incident with Gwen and Felicia had already set a precedent for him.
With that experience under his belt, his ability to handle such things was no longer zero.
Besides, he had already laid the groundwork beforehand; if it hadn't been for the incident with Soros, the three women might have already met.
Furthermore, with Felicia as a "precedent," Gwen's acceptance of such things must have improved by more than one level.
So... today, he would solve this once and for all!
Having made up his mind, Peter did not hesitate in his actions.
He directly ignored Sif, who was standing at the doorway with her arms crossed, wearing an "I'm very unhappy" expression.
He stepped right past her and walked straight toward Gwen and Felicia.
"You're here."
He naturally took each of the two women's hands, a warm, spring-breeze-like smile on his face, his tone full of intimacy and concern:
"I've been busy with the parallel Universe and George's election campaign lately, so I haven't had much time to spend with you two. It's truly a sin."
"Since you're here, why don't you stay for dinner tonight? It just so happens I haven't shown off my cooking skills in a while. I'll whip something up for you today. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I guarantee I'll satisfy all your cravings in one go."
The series of sweet nothings and concern made the two women struggle to suppress their smiles.
Gwen and Felicia exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of undisguised amusement and satisfaction in each other's eyes.
This was actually the attitude they wanted!
They weren't afraid of other women appearing around Peter; they were only afraid that Peter would have his attention stolen by some vixen and no longer care about them.
Correspondingly, as long as the two of them were always ranked first, then if there were a few more sisters later, it seemed... not entirely unacceptable?
After all, if Gwen were truly the jealous type who couldn't tolerate any sand in her eyes, then from the moment Feliciaappeared, her story with Peter would have ended.
On the other side, Sif, standing at the doorway and being treated like transparent air, had a complexion that could no longer be described as just ugly.
Who was she?
The dignified Valkyrie of Asgard! The brightest pearl of the Heavenly Palace!
In Asgard, what man didn't cater to her every whim and try every way to please her?
Yet upon arriving in Midgard, in front of this man, she was actually ignored?
She couldn't swallow this insult!
"Hey!"
Sif finally couldn't hold back. She stomped her foot heavily, making a dull thud, her tone filled with the anger of being offended.
"Peter! Didn't you see me?!"
Upon hearing this, Peter showed no trace of worry or fear, only speaking lightly:
"I saw you."
"Then why don't you... why don't you treat me the same way you treat them?!"
"That, huh."
Peter's expression at this moment was truly a textbook example of a scumbag:
"You know how it is; there are priorities. If you're not satisfied, you can leave right now."
His tone remained calm, yet it carried an underlying, unquestionable dominance:
"If there's anything, we can talk about it later."
"I..."
Aggrieved.
Sif felt so aggrieved.
Tears were even faintly beginning to well up in her eyes.
But as it happened, she was exactly the type to fall for this; women of Asgard had always been the type to yield to the tough rather than the soft.
If Peter had really used sweet talk and concern on her, she might have instead despised him in her heart and become even more pushy.
But Peter's current, unquestionable, domineering stance instead reminded her of the heroism and fearlessness he had shown when fighting Soros earlier.
At the same time, it reinforced the belief in Sif's heart that "this man is one of a kind in this world, and I must win him over."
Thus, even though she was stomping her feet in anger, she still stubbornly said:
"Why should I leave! I'm staying right here. I want to see what else you can say to them! I want to see how they could possibly compare to me!"
Hmm, she looked exactly like a defeated golden-haired puppy...
On the other side, seeing this, Felicia couldn't help but find it funny.
She couldn't resist leaning into Peter's ear and whispered a tease, audible only to the two of them:
"Not bad, you're getting better and better at this."
"A PUA master, are you? You've got the little princess of Asgard wrapped around your finger just like that?"
Upon hearing this, the corners of Peter's mouth curled up imperceptibly.
On the surface, he acted as if he didn't know what she was talking about, merely shrugging lightly at Sif:
"Suit yourself."
Seeing him like this, Felicia rolled her eyes, turned back to give Sif a provocative look, and then linked her arm with Peter's, pressing her body completely against him.
This provocative move made Sif furious; she really wished she could rush up and strike Felicia with her sword right now.
"Alright, stop teasing her."
Gwen looked at Sif, who looked like she was about to cry, and ultimately felt a bit of pity in her heart.
She rolled her eyes at Felicia and then looked at Sif, saying:
"Ms. Sif, right?"
"I've heard Peter mention your deeds. You're a very heroic female warrior, and Felicia and I would be happy to be friends with you."
"So, would you like to stay for dinner? I guarantee, Peter's cooking skills will absolutely amaze you!"
Gwen had already taken the initiative to extend goodwill, even subtly expressing that as long as Sif was willing to behave and not cause them trouble, she was willing to tacitly accept the relationship between Peter and Sif.
This was already the greatest concession she could make.
Any woman with a shred of intelligence would have taken the opportunity to step down at this moment.
But what Gwen never expected was...
Sif was not an ordinary person.
This Valkyrie of Asgard had a uniquely eccentric way of thinking.
Upon hearing Gwen's words, not only did Sif not appreciate it, but she instantly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She suddenly straightened her back, her face returning to that arrogant and stubborn expression:
"The gods of Asgard do not need sympathy or pity!"
She lifted her chin like a proud peacock, looking at Gwenand Felicia with a scrutinizing gaze.
"In Asgard, only the strong have the qualification to stand by the side of the strong!"
"Want to be friends with me, want to share Peter with me?"
Speaking of this, she sneered and suddenly gestured with her right hand.
Hum~
A soft chime.
A long sword with an ancient, ornate design and a delicate small round shield appeared out of thin air in her hands.
She pointed the tip of her sword at Gwen and Felicia, the fighting spirit in her eyes burning fiercely.
"Then let our strength do the talking!"