Peter was entirely at a loss, not understanding what was happening. He yelled at Otto Parker, who was attacking him, "What are you trying to do?"
Otto Parker didn't respond, continuing his relentless attacks with sharp tentacles. Peter darted and leaped between several pillars in the hall, shouting as he ran, "I'll say it again! If you keep this up, I'm going to fight back!"
"Stop attacking , or I'll really retaliate!!" Peter continued, "Can't you hear ?!"
SpiderGwen nudged the Amazing Spider-Man with her elbow and comnted, "I never expected him to be even more naive than you."
"I'm surprised, too," replied the Amazing Spider-Man, hands on hips, observing the mid-air fray. "Was I like this in my early college days?"
At that mont, another Spider-Man erged from the crowd, his voice starkly different from Peter's—gruffer and more world-weary. His movents were less fluid, resembling a regular person more than a Superhero. However, upon hearing his voice, the Amazing Spider-Man imdiately turned to look at him.
"That's exactly how you were, Peter. Back then, you detested fighting, even calling football a barbaric sport. Your aunt and I always worried about you getting bullied..."
Navigating through the crowd, the Amazing Spider-Man fixated on the figure. After a long pause, he silently turned his head back.
SpiderGwen glanced back at the figure, her fingertips twitching slightly. "I know, you feel that's not him. Just like when I look at you, I know you're not him, but I can't help myself..."
Spider-Woman stepped forward, putting an arm around SpiderGwen's shoulders, redirecting her gaze to the battlefield between Otto Parker and Peter.
After shouting "I'm going to fight back" about a dozen tis, Peter finally decided to make good on his word. Otto Parker focused intently on his movents, especially the spider web shooters on his wrists.
Priding himself on being more strategic than other Spider-n, who relied on instinct, Otto Parker had already devised a thod to counter them.
Though not all Spider-n used web shooters, their timing in shooting webs was a crucial tactical elent. Seizing this opportunity could predict their moves.
Otto Parker's gaze was locked on Peter's wrist, but what he saw was not the activation of a web shooter. Instead, a red surge climbed Peter's combat suit.
Red liquid burst from behind Spider-Man, and Red Bee went full throttle. A red poppy blood from Peter's back, and in the mont it embraced him, his suit turned red, and Peter vanished from sight.
With a massive thud, Otto Parker was on the ground before his Spider-Sense even kicked in.
With a "boom," spider-web-like cracks spread out, and Otto Parker, lying in the center of a large pit, had his tentacles stretched taut for a mont before falling weakly. Looking up at Peter, who held his neck, Otto Parker saw the young, almost unbelievably so, outline of his masked face.
The next second, Peter released him, stood up, and with hands on hips, said, "I warned you I'd fight back. Why didn't you dodge? Why did you attack ? Do we have so kind of grudge?"
"Of course not, we've just t. I wanted to test your strength. Now it seems you indeed have the capability to defeat the Inheritors..."
Peter cracked a smile, about to express modesty, when suddenly his Spider-Sense alard. A red teor streaked by, and he sidestepped behind Otto Parker just as four rapid tentacles lunged at where he'd been.
Even having the leisure to pat Otto Parker's shoulder, Peter remarked, "Don't try to ambush . I'm faster than you think."
Otto Parker whipped around with a swift punch, his fist's speed creating afterimages, and he queried, "What is that? Symbiote Carnage?!"
"You're half right," Peter dodged again, circling to Otto Parker's rear, and challenged, "I answered your question. Now it's your turn. What's that freaky thing on your back? Spider legs?"
"Carnage Spider-Man! Capture him!" Otto Parker, turning his head, ordered another Spider-Man behind him.
In a flash, a red figure burst from the crowd, featuring the iconic white spider-eyes and an open mouth lined with blade-like teeth and a long tongue, the classic image of Symbiote Carnage from various comic and film adaptations.
Peter, resembling a spider as he clung to a pillar, looked at the figure and shook his head, "He's much uglier than you, Red Bee."
Then, he vanished once again, leaving behind three sharp claw marks on the pillar. Carnage Spider-Man leapt, his sharp claws slicing through the air, creating ripples.
With a roar, Carnage Spider-Man lunged. Peter, adhered to the ceiling, let go, hanging upside down. His voice, now a blend of deep and slightly hoarse tones, was an overlay of two as he spoke:
"Soone here wants to tell you that it's not nice to insult others."
In an instant, endless black ooze erupted, and as the massive black figure of Venom landed, the entire hall shook.
Venom, mouth full of sharp teeth, roared at Carnage, "Nataru!"
The Venom, black with white stripes and sporting a spider symbol on his chest, was four tis his usual size. His head touched the ceiling, and the other Spider-n barely reached his knees.
All the Spider-n in the center of the hall scattered, with the Amazing Spider-Man shouting while running, "What's happening? Why is Venom so huge? And how could I have t him in my early college days?!"
Another black figure outran him, prompting the Amazing Spider-Man to yell, "Venom Spider-Man! What's going on?! Why is the other you so massive?!!"
Covered in black ooze, the other Venom opened his large mouth, "How should I know! Maybe he's my dad!"
At the center of the field, Venom had already seized Carnage Spider-Man's neck, and the infinite black ooze enveloped Carnage, who could barely resist as an enhanced Venom absorbed most of his symbiote.
Just as Venom was about to swallow Carnage whole, a series of gunshots rang out—“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Venom turned around to see a chanical Spider-Man firing at him. Before he could react and swing his arm to knock the chanical Spider-Man away, a terrifying sonic wave swept across the entire hall.
Otto Parker activated a resonator from one of his research devices. In a mont, all the black symbiote retracted into Peter's body. Seizing the opportunity, the chanical Spider-Man switched weapons and fired a laser.
However, it seed there was no significant hostility. The laser was only ant to restrict Peter’s movents, aiming deliberately at the ground, while the real attack was being launched by another Spider-Man.
As Peter turned around, a grating “clang, clang” of tal friction echoed. He did a backflip, dodging the assault from another figure.
Upon landing, Peter knelt on the ground, squinting to see the Spider-Man who attacked him. The suit was interwoven in gold and red, a color sche matching that of Iron Man—the Iron Spider-Man had joined the fray.
Seeing his initial attack miss, Iron Spider-Man launched another punch, his tallic combat suit carrying him into the air and diving down, aiming to overpower the enemy with a single strike.
With a cold snort, Peter leapt backward, then struck an Iron Man-esque pose.
He extended his limbs, clenched his fists, and as he did so, his Spider-Man suit began to cover his body with armor-like scales.
Thin as cicada's wings, the chanical armant enveloped him entirely. Then, expanding and compressing, a suit more Iron Man than Iron Man himself materialized on Peter. However, unlike Iron Spider-Man, his combat suit was blue and silver. Before its expansion, it seed like nothing, but once deployed, Peter directly took the chanical Spider-Man's laser without flinching and countered with a punch to his chin. When he flew back, the molten steel on the surface of the combat suit was undamaged.
At that mont, a purple spider-web shot by, and Peter quickly ascended. A red cloak made a large loop in the air before flying toward him. Peter continued to rise, but the cloak, persistent as an incurable disease, sought to bind him.
Flying mid-air, Peter looked down to see the familiar glow of magic on the ground. The Sorcerer Supre Spider-Man’s hands lit up with two circular Magic Circles, from which several light beams shot toward Peter.
A cluster of fire illuminated Peter, and within his white spider-eyes, the shadow of a massive demon erged. Sorcerer Supre Spider-Man exclaid, “phisto?! You made a pact with phisto?!”
Suddenly, the fire froze, then withdrew into Peter, who paused mid-air and said, “Wait! Wrong one! Not this power!”
After the fire extinguished, a black mist spread, and his white spider-eyes turned black, looking sowhat terrifying. The Sorcerer Supre retracted his magic circles, gazing at the figure in the sky and said, “You’re in touch with Dormammu, too?!”
Peter looked down at his hands, studying the black fog, and continued, “Wait, this isn’t right either. Back you go!”
Then, red light began to emanate from him. The Amazing Spider-Man looked toward Sorcerer Supre Spider-Man and asked, “Now whose power is this?”
“The lord of the Crimson Dinsion, Cyttorak,” Sorcerer Supre responded, arms crossed, staring at Peter in the sky. His expression seed to say, “I’m curious to see what else you’ve got.”
Next, they saw Peter in the air, flashing like a light bulb—now red, now green, now blue, now purple. Finally, Peter sighed and slowly descended, saying, “I told Dr. Strange, I’m not cut out for mysticism. What’s the difference between these powers? Aren’t they all the sa?”
Just as Otto Parker was about to launch another stealth attack, a moon symbol appeared above Peter’s head, and the figure of Khonshu erged. He said, “How could they be the sa? Didn’t I tell you? You distinguish by color. My symbol is the moon, so my power is silver, the sa as moonlight. Black energy represents darkness, white energy represents light. Rember, each power has multiple aspects…”
Otto Parker relaxed his stance, arms crossed, observing Peter in the center of the hall. All the Spider-n who had just failed in their attacks approached, arms also crossed, eyes squinted, staring at Peter.
The mont Moon God Khonshu left, the phantom of a giant snake popped from Peter's head, tail swishing as it spoke: “Don’t listen to him; he's leading you astray. Listen to , combine all the powers and kill them all!”
Then, Peter looked at his left hand and said, “This hand is the information panel.” He looked at his right hand, “And this hand is the distress signal.”
“Left hand information panel, right hand distress signal... left hand, right hand... I mustn’t get them mixed up... What else was there?”
He looked up to see countless Spider-eyes staring directly at him.
Inside Earth Stark Tower's lab, Schiller, Stark, Strange, and Loki were all gathered. Loki sighed and asked, “Molten steel combat suit, demon gods’ energy, Moon God Khonshu, Jormungandr... what else?”
“There’s no more,” Schiller, Stark, and Strange said in unison.
Loki humd coldly, and in a mont, the others were either looking up at the ceiling or down at the table.
Embracing his arms, Loki helplessly said, “After you've enhanced Spider-Man to this extent, are you sure this multiverse journey can still be considered training for him?”
“So, you're worried about that,” Schiller relaxed back on the sofa, smiled, and then said:
“That's exactly why I plan to... ramp up the enemies.”
[This event is purely in Marvel Comic style, potentially with many comic panels. Those interested in various Spider-n can check out the comic “Spider-Space.”]
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