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Chapter 154 God War (Part 2)

“You know, as the first spider totem, I’ve witnessed countless spider totems, many of which belong to Peter Parker.” Anansi’s voice trailed off as some of Peter’s memories were gradually erased: “So I find it strange that you are so special.”

"I……"

Peter realized he had forgotten everything about the incident; he knew he had been through it, but he had forgotten what choices he had made.

"Is it because you know the future that you are so special?"

Peter instinctively retorted, "Don't you know?"

"No, I can't see your memories. All I can see are stories."

Everything returned to normal, and Peter remembered that he had come to fight in underground boxing. Although he had forgotten why he had come in the first place.

But since he was already there, he obediently made the call, then left with his belongings. Just then, he heard a woman shouting on the road.

"That man is a thief! Grab him!"

Peter looked at the person running towards him, who seemed to be holding a gun. He glanced around, picked up a beer bottle from the trash can, and smashed it down, hitting the person squarely on the head.

"You just have to help me out, don't you!"

The woman transformed into Anansi and walked over to the unconscious robber: "You absolutely have to take care of this guy! You have to be different from the other Peter Parkers, right?"

In that instant, Peter's memory returned, and he kindly offered his advice.

"Why don't you delete this bottle?"

The problem isn't the bottle! Are you suggesting that because you can't find anything else to stop this guy, Ben Parker should just die like all the other Ben Parkers in the universe?

This scene is destined to happen once you have spider abilities!
Anansi thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed. The next second, Peter lost his memory again and was sitting in the police station because he had smashed someone's head with that bottle. In the end, he was acquitted by the jury.

"But you killed someone, and that person died because of you. You can never forget that the power you wielded could easily kill others..."

Anansi's whispers gradually merged with the world, and Peter experienced another robbery, just like last time.

But his hands were trembling as he thought of the robber he had accidentally killed.

So he chose to use his improved web-shooter to trap the robber.

Suddenly, Peter appeared on the street. He was unable to stop Calkin, who was eventually burned to ashes, but Peter could only hold Gwen's bones.

So he threw the Spider-Man suit into the trash can.

Anansi smiled happily, but in an instant, Peter Parker rushed back, grabbed his suit, and hurriedly put it on—because a new case had occurred outside, and someone else needed his help.

He could not bear to see a second person die in front of him.

Anansi then cursed angrily.

"grass!"

He started writing new stories. The next one was Cindy. Peter was too late. Her neck was broken by a scorpion. The next one was MJ. She was smashed to pieces by that car. The next one was Felicia. She died in Hydra's base.

Time and time again, Peter Parker would drop his suit.

Time and again, when he witnesses another life about to be lost, Peter Parker will step in, then return, donning his armor once more.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Anansi appeared before Peter, standing there like an ordinary man, pleading with him.

"Can't you desire something? Do you want women? I can help you get any girl you meet. Do you want to be the master of the world? I can give you world after world! You even want me dead?"

Peter grabbed Anansi by the neck.

"I am here."

Peter snapped Anansi's neck and threw him aside, but nothing happened.

"But can you please stop thinking that Spider-Man is still needed at this time and just run out to save people!"

Peter looked at Anansi very seriously and shook his head.

“I’ve never felt that the world needs Spider-Man.” Anansi shook his head helplessly.

"Then what the hell are you doing?!"

"To ease my conscience? Because their deaths are not my responsibility, I have done my best."

Anansi took a deep breath, but then something suddenly occurred to him. He laughed, and Peter's memory vanished once more. He looked around blankly and realized that his leg was broken, and he was walking down the street on crutches.

Superheroes were fighting not far away, but he was just an ordinary person with no superpowers.

In that case, let's not interfere with the superheroes' battles.

As Peter pondered this, he watched the battle between the Avengers and their enemies. The group seemed to have gone mad; Magneto had even killed his own daughter to replenish the power of the Absorbers.

But Peter couldn't participate in these things; he didn't have any superpowers.

"Aha!"

A cane struck the absorber's leg. Thor, already dazed and confused, saw this and hurriedly shouted, "Retreat! Mortal!"

Peter didn't speak; he simply raised his cane and smashed it down on the absorber's leg.

He raised Thor's hammer and smashed the illusion apart, turning everything into an ordinary platform.

Only Anansi sat on a stone stool, sighing helplessly.

"Is this all an illusion?"

“My illusions can’t make you lose your memories. I’m just re-enacting and rewriting the story, but unfortunately, I can’t guide the protagonist’s thoughts.”

Anansi sighed again as he finished speaking.

"You are... that's why I hate heroes. The Legion will not try to recruit heroes. You are like a rock in a latrine, smelly and hard."

"Or, you can choose to kill me."

Anansi laughed.

“Fine.” He waved his hand at Peter: “Put down your hammer, throw it aside, and cancel your Thor powers. I can kill you right now.”

Peter looked at Anansi, and the two seemed to be at an impasse, but then, to Anansi's surprise, Peter offered a victory: "Perhaps we can solve this problem in a different way."

"what?"

“Let’s take a gamble and write this gamble into a story.”

Anansi became interested: "What shall we bet?"

“If I win, you and your legion will never be allowed into this universe. If I lose, I will revoke the power of Thor.” Peter looked at Anansi and made his demands: “However, the wager must satisfy one of my requests.”

Anansi closed his eyes, knowing that Peter now possessed divine power. "Alright, what are your demands?"

"Let's start betting."

A moment later, the two sat down at the card table, and before the cards were dealt, Peter finally stated his request.

"I demand that the gambling take place at the University of Tokyo in my timeline."

Despite her confusion, Anansi still placed the story within the appropriate context.

"and then?"

"Then, the story goes like this: two people were gambling, and then—"

Peter swung Thor's hammer and smashed it down on Anansi's head. At that moment, the covenant of the gods was invalid, which was far beyond Anansi's comprehension.

He actually got defeated by the logic of the story he created?
"They were arrested because gambling is illegal in this country!"

Thor's hammer struck the God of Lies on the head, sending him flying backward once again.

(End of this chapter)