American comic book: The girl next door is Spider-Gwen

But because of its elasticity, the spider silk couldn't catch her before she hit the ground...

“Wow... Gwen, you’re dead…” Ganata exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Gwen's face immediately darkened... What do you mean I'm dead? That wasn't me at all.

Wuen~

At this moment, another projection scene was invoked.

Miguel recounted, "In the ASM-90 incident, a sheriff who was close to Spider-Man died saving a child during Spider-Man's battle with his nemesis."

Captain Stacy... I'm so sorry...

In the scene, Spider-Man is holding the sheriff, and a sad sound can be heard.

This left Gwen completely bewildered again...

[Sheriff, Stacy...]

Suddenly realizing something, she turned to Ye Li and asked worriedly, "Li, my father... he won't be in danger, will he?"

"rest assured."

Ye Li smiled slightly, put his arm around her, and rubbed her shoulders to comfort her, "Have you forgotten who I am?"

"Oh...right..."

Gwen brushed a strand of hair aside sheepishly. "I was so flustered, I almost forgot you were..."

“Li…” Ganata’s purple eyes blinked a few times, and she whispered to the two of them, “You didn’t do any of this, did you? After all, you were the one controlling the spider web.”

"How can it be."

Ye Li quickly denied it, saying, "I'm a good person, I wouldn't do such a despicable thing."

At most, he can control the totem spider to choose which Spider-Men from different universes to bite.

They wouldn't be so bored as to toy with other people's fates.

All we can say is that Marvel's editors, who seem to enjoy torturing their main characters, are to blame...

but.

Ye Li now has some new insights into the "Net of Fate".

Perhaps his understanding of the "web of fate" was somewhat superficial before.

The most crucial force of the "web of destiny" is not the power of time and space, but the word "destiny".

·· ·Requesting flowers·· ······

If he could connect all the Spider Web universes... no... even the universes outside the Spider Web universes with the Web of Fate, and incorporate them as sources of power, perhaps he could reach a new level.

However, it's easier said than done.

With those big names at the top of the Marvel Universe, it's difficult for "Web of Fate" to integrate universes outside of the Web Universe based on its own status.

Unless... some powerful forces can be integrated into the "Web of Fate".

For example, chaos magic, the power of the phoenix...

..

"The story should go this way; the timeline incidents are the link that connects our lives."

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"But those connections can be broken."

"Therefore, it's abnormal and very dangerous."

Miguel stated this with absolute certainty.

“The death of a police officer is a timeline incident, and it should not be disrupted.”

"The consequence of destruction is the collapse and destruction of the universe!"

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Ganata questioned.

As if remembering something, a hint of sadness flashed in Miguel's eyes. "Because I experienced it firsthand..."

"Have you ever thought that these things can be changed?"

Galactus made a startling statement: "The web of fate can be controlled by people!"

"what?"

Miguel was taken aback by her words, then scoffed, "Are you dreaming, little girl? No one can control that kind of power. Read less comics."

"Hey, you..."

Ganata was about to say something more.

Suddenly————

Suddenly, a Spider-Man dressed in an Indian style landed in the projection room and reported to Miguel.

“Miguel, the Spot has reappeared; he has returned to Universe 1610!”

......

.....scholar.

Chapter 413 All Black Spots! Miles Feels Pain Again!

Universe 1610.

Karala————！！

In downtown New York City, a human-shaped black dot, like a black hole, frantically absorbs everything around it!

The asphalt road was torn to pieces, bricks were scattered inside the building, and the concrete floor was riddled with cracks.

Pedestrians who couldn't escape were torn to pieces, their flesh mangled...

sieve!!

1610 Peter used spider silk to firmly bind himself to a still-standing lamppost so that his floating body would not be pulled away by the speckles.

He and Miles came together to try to save some people, but they themselves ended up in dire straits.

If they hadn't been relatively far from the center, their fate probably wouldn't have been much better than that of ordinary people.

Whoosh! Bang!

A trash can flew by and landed directly on Miles's head.

"oh--!"

"Miles, are you alright!?"

"I...I'm fine!"

Miles frantically tried to take the trash can down, and even with the hood in place, the stench inside was unbearable.

But this action caused him to accidentally loosen his grip on the lamppost, and he was suddenly pulled towards the spot by a powerful suction force!

"ah!----!!"

Miles, finding no foothold in mid-air, screamed in terror!

The surrounding area had been cleared out, leaving no place for his spider silk to take hold!

Hey! You idiot!

1610 Peter quickly used his other hand to shoot out a spider silk, which stuck to Miles's ankle with great force.

The two people and the lamppost formed a straight line, like a kite swinging wildly in a storm.

"Maybe I shouldn't have brought you here. You're clearly not a mature Spider-Man!"

"Don't say that, it was a mistake!"

Afraid that the spider silk wouldn't stick firmly enough, Miles bent over and curled up like a shrimp, finally reaching the spider silk on his ankle and grabbing it tightly.

This was his lifeline; whether he could enjoy his youthful years again depended entirely on this spider silk.

After securing the spot, Miles turned to look at the spot in the center: "The last time I saw this guy, he was a week-old scoundrel who only robbed convenience stores. Now, suddenly, he's become so strong!"

1610 Peter agreed, “Ordinary supervillains are like babies in front of him. He is a formidable opponent, and we must find his weakness!”

"Wait!" Miles suddenly shouted, staring in one direction.

...

...

Jefferson, report your location.

"Sir, I feel like I can't go back..."

Jefferson swerved the steering wheel, but the police car still lost control and was pulled toward the spot.

“Oh no…” He stuck his big black head out of the car window, watching the black dot get closer and closer, and a feeling of despair rose in his heart.

"Miles, Rior, I'm sorry, I'm not a good father or a good husband..."

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