The mont the communicator chid, Gwen's heart leaped into her throat. The three Neighbors instinctively answered the call.
In the next second, a cold, emotionless male voice projected from the tiny device, echoing through the howling night wind:
"Team, 'Lyla' has confird the node for the next Canon Event in this universe."
"Countdown to Canon Event: 48 hours."
"Target identity: The Police Captain."
The voice paused, as if giving them ti to process the information, before continuing in a near-commanding tone:
"To ensure this universe does not imdiately collapse due to two consecutive Canon Event failures, you must use these two days to complete the 'correction' of the previous target and ensure this upcoming event proceeds without interference."
With that, the communication cut off.
The three Neighbors stared at each other, stunned. As interns who had just joined the Spider-Society, wasn't this mission a bit too high-stakes?
Furthermore, shouldn't the boss have checked their status before barking orders? The target was standing right there, and the local Spider-hero had heard every word! How were they supposed to act now?
While the Neighbors were ntally complaining, Gwen's world was spinning.
The Captain!
The current Police Captain of New York (and deputy mayor) was none other than her father, George Stacy!
That ant her father was destined to die in two days. But that wasn't the worst part. The voice had ntioned "correcting the previously broken event."
This ant that besides her father, another loved one was a "loose thread" that needed to be snipped. She was destined to lose two of the people she cherished most within 48 hours.
An indescribable coldness, like a bone-chilling tide, seeped into Gwen's limbs.
Why?! By what right?!
She had finally convinced herself to accept Felicia's presence. She had finally resolved to build a strange but hopeful future with Peter and Felicia. And now, fate was slapping her in the face.
The classic Trolley Problem usually asks you to choose between saving one person or five. But she didn't even have the power to choose. If she broke the Canon Event, the universe would collapse, and they would die anyway.
As she stood paralyzed by despair, a warm, strong pair of arms pulled her close.
"Relax, Gwen. I'm here." Peter's familiar voice whispered in her ear. "No matter what difficulties we face, we face them together."
Normally, these words would soothe her instantly. But now, she only gripped his clothes tighter, her voice thick with tears. "Peter... what do I do? What can I do?"
"Calm down."
Peter patted her back, his voice dropping into a tone of absolute, arrogant confidence. "Whether this universe falls into chaos or stays in line... is up to ."
He looked down at the teary-eyed Gwen, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't forget—I broke the first 'Canon Event' with my own hands. I can break a second, a third, and as many as it takes!"
Broke the first one?
Gwen and the three Neighbors were stunned. The gears in Gwen's head began to turn.
Her father was the target for this event. Grandma Pauline had been safe at ho for months. But then there was Peter...
Her mind flashed back to the "Double Green" incident at Midtown High months ago. The Green Goblin and the Lizard had kidnapped Peter.
If Peter hadn't been "The Arbiter"—if he had just been an ordinary person—she never would have been able to save him from those two monsters.
Realization dawned on Gwen, but she still frowned. "But they said the universe would collapse..."
Before she could finish, Peter interrupted firmly. "They say a lot of things. Who gives them the right to be the authority?"
"If we break two events, the universe collapses? Where's the proof? Even if such a thing is possible, a universe doesn't just shatter in a blink. There's a process. And in that process, what makes you think I can't fix it?"
Felicia chid in imdiately. "Peter's right! As long as we have him, and as long as we in 'The Eye of Twilight' stick together, there's nothing we can't handle!"
Gwen's eyes began to brighten. It was true—Peter had resolved every crisis they had ever faced. Why would this be any different?
On the other side, the three Neighbors were experiencing a complete ntal ltdown. They looked at each other, their expressions more vivid than if they'd seen a ghost.
Wait, bro!
You're the "loose thread" from the first event?!
If Peter was the target that escaped fate, then the Neighbors, tasked with "correcting" the previous error, were essentially being told to...
Kill their own self?!
What kind of twisted joke was this?
They exchanged glances, silently debating whether they should actually try to fulfill this ridiculous mission.
Sensing their hesitation, Peter's voice ca over, cold and sharp: "Don't bother stressing yourselves out."
The three looked up, curious to see what a "non-Spider" version of themselves had to say.
"Because you aren't my match," Peter stated plainly. "Forget the three of you—even if you called the entire Spider-Society here, you couldn't kill ."
The three Neighbors made a face. Old ... you're sounding a little too arrogant!
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