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Chapter 480 Investigating the Spider Totem
While the Spider-Man Alliance and Spider-Man from Earth-811 were discussing their battle plan, Peter Parker was still in the Shadow Universe, discussing the Spider-Totem with Spider-Man Noir.

There are also some other things in life.

"So, you and Felicia are lovers, but you and MJ are dating..."

Peter listened to Spider-Man Noir rambling on about these nonsensical things and sensed something incredibly absurd: "How did you do that?"

“…Felicia and I both know very well that from every angle, it’s impossible for us to be together. I’m a vigilante fighting against the mafia, while she’s a nightclub owner who makes money off the mafia. That’s why being with Mary Jane is the right choice, at least that’s what I think.”

As he spoke, Spider-Man Noir compiled information from various newspapers and documents collected from various gang strongholds to analyze the details of Osborn's smuggling network and try to find information about the spider totem that Osborn smuggled.

They chatted casually along the way.

Peter sensed something was off, so he asked curiously, "But?"

“But Felicia and I are attracted to each other, and there’s no way around it, we always… have all sorts of things happen.”

Spider-Man Noir awkwardly skipped the topic, but Peter persisted: "So, do they know about each other?"

"...Do you have similar emotional problems?"

"It's not quite like that... I met two really nice girls, and they were both willing to date me, but no matter which one I was with, I felt that the other person would be hurt..."

Spider-Man Noir interrupted him: "So you're planning to choose both?"

"Actually, I haven't made a choice yet."

Spider-Man Noir didn't reply, but instead gave his own answer: "Felicia knows MJ exists, but the other way around. MJ doesn't even know I'm Spider-Man."

"You think this is protecting her?"

“I’m trying to keep her out of it. She’s a very compassionate girl. If she knew what I was doing, she would understand and try to help me. She’s not like Felicia; she’s not suited for this.”

As Spider-Man Noir spoke, he handed Peter a photo: "Found it, here, this is where we need to go."

"What is this place?"

“Osborn’s cash cow, Otto Octavia’s laboratory. If anyone is deeply trusted by Norman Osborn and would help him investigate and research how the Spider Totem gave me superpowers, it must be Otto Octavia.”

"...Haha, Otto Octavia is Norman Osborn's loyal subordinate."

Peter told a lame joke that Spider-Man Noir completely missed, and the latter just gave a question mark before putting on his top hat: "Let's go, we still have a lot of work to do."

"Wait, I made something for you, a web shooter that will still work even in 1933... It's actually my first version of the web shooter. I've also written down the crafting recipe for you. Getting these things in 1933 wasn't difficult."

Spider-Man Noir took the web-shooter and glanced at the crafting recipe. It wasn't difficult to obtain, but he wasn't sure if the recipe would work. He could only say that there was nothing wrong with the equation.

"Let's go then."
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Last night, several Spider-Men were witnessed fighting vampires. Although most people, including the Daily Bugle, thought it was just another exaggeration, Mr. Osborn still asked Otto to find out the source of Spider-Man's power as soon as possible.

He seemed quite convinced that the spider totem granted Spider-Man his powerful spider abilities, but Otto couldn't provide any evidence or replicate the result. He placed many different spiders into the totem, but without exception, none of them granted superpowers. So where did Spider-Man's powers actually come from?

At that moment, outside Otto's laboratory, Peter and Spider-Man Noir arrived nearby. Spider-Man Noir looked around and suddenly said, "There are sixteen gang members inside. This is troublesome."

"...Wait, how do you know there are 16?"

“My spider-sense tells me so.” Spider-Man Noir looked at Peter: “Is yours not good enough?”

"...No, I can only sense the danger."

Peter answered honestly, and Spider-Man Noir didn't ask any further questions. Peter then inquired about the opposing force: "You said they only have ordinary gangsters, is that true?"

Do you think there are many freaks in our world?

Peter shrugged. "Then they're no problem. Leave them to me."

Spider-Man Noir then saw Spider-Man disappear, and after a while, one gangster after another lost their ability to move in his spider-sense, being hoisted up by spider webs one after another, their weapons being removed, all without making a sound.

“You’re not doing anything right. If you arrest them and take them to the police station, they’ll just be released by Norman’s corrupt cops the next day.”

"Then you should be dealing with Norman Osborn, not these ordinary gangsters. To be more precise, you need to deal with the system."

Peter shrugged and, together with Spider-Man Noir, pushed open the lab door, where they saw Otto Octavia studying spiders. This universe's Doctor Octopus was also disabled; he sat in a wheelchair, thin and bony, with several crudely powered mechanical claws attached to his wheelchair to help him live.

Peter looked at Otto in this universe with some uncertainty, while Spider-Man Noir had already walked up to him. Otto, who had heard the footsteps, initially thought it was security guards and turned around in his wheelchair. When he saw Spider-Man Noir, he was shocked: "You, how did you get in? Why didn't you make a sound?"

“I don’t intend to kill you, Otto. Your life or death is irrelevant, but I need to know where Osborn got this thing from!!”

Otto looked at the totem pole placed to the side and quickly shook his head: "I don't know, I'm just a scientist!"

"You really don't know? My spider sense tells me you're lying."

Your spider-sensor can do this too?
Peter stared in shock at Spider-Man Noir, and under the threat of the man's actions against a disabled person, Otto finally revealed what he knew.

"I really don't know! All I know is that Osborne bought it from a European woman!"

“Who is that woman!”

"Anna Soria! I only know one name! I don't know who she is!"

Peter listened to the name with a puzzled expression.

Who the hell is this?!

(End of this chapter)