Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Peter's voice was soft, even gentle.

But to Zhang Parker, it sounded like the death knell, chilling him to the bone.

The shadow of death had never loomed so vividly over his heart.

Zhang Parker's pupils dilated sharply; his survival instinct overwhelmed his thoughts.

He's going to rebel!

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Peter's fingers tightened inch by inch.

"Hmm..."

The air was instantly sucked out, my mind went blank, and I couldn't muster any strength.

Only the four mechanical spider legs remained, and they launched an attack on their own according to the pre-programmed sequence!

Spider legs, strong enough to pierce steel plates, stabbed into Peter's chest.

But it only produced a piercing metallic clanging sound.

The combined effect of the Aesir's peak physique and Armament Haki is truly domineering.

The four spider legs failed to cause any real damage; instead, they shattered inch by inch in the successive collisions!

Upon seeing this, fear appeared in Zhang Parker's eyes for the first time.

"Uh...cough cough..."

"Let...let me go..."

"You can't kill me... I... I'm still useful to you!"

Parker struggled to squeeze out a sound, his face showing no trace of the pride and composure expected of the "Ultimate Spider-Man".

"Oh?"

Peter tilted his head, the playful smile on his lips deepening.

He loosened his grip slightly, allowing Zhang Parker to catch his breath a couple of times:

"Tell me, what use are you now?"

Zhang Parker breathed deeply, and at the same time spoke with difficulty:

"Those, those eerie predators, they are not easy to deal with!"

"Without my analysis of their weaknesses, you might not be able to deal with them on your own."

"Your strength can only be fully utilized when paired with my genius mind! If I die, you won't amount to anything with those useless bastards behind you!"

He grasped at the last straw, rambling incoherently about his own worth, trying to exchange the threat of the future for a glimmer of hope in the present moment.

However, after hearing his words, Peter only let out a sneer.

"It's just a monster that can hunt lone Spider-Men in space."

Peter's voice was calm, as calm as if he were recounting how many slices of bread he had eaten that morning:

"Even if I really needed a brilliant mind, why does it have to be you?"

"Tony Stark, Reed Richards, aren't they both better than you?"

"not to mention……"

Peter's gaze swept over Zhang Parker, as if he were looking at a worthless piece of trash.

"There are other people named Otto Octavius ​​in the entire multiverse, aren't you?"

"What makes you think you're irreplaceable?"

After Peter finished speaking, Otto's face visibly paled.

He...could not refute it.

Yes!

This guy in front of me could even defeat the gods of Asgard.

The terrifying predator that he had schemed and painstakingly glimpsed only the tip of the iceberg of might really be nothing in his eyes...

One's own brilliant mind is not irreplaceable.

There are so many Ottos in the multiverse. Even if one Otto is not as good as me, what about ten or a hundred Ottos?

This was the first time Zhang Parker had so clearly realized the cruelty of reality.

He considers himself extraordinary and unique.

But in reality, if the search scope is expanded to the entire multiverse, he... is nothing!

This denial of his own value deeply stung Otto.

His eyes became vacant like never before, as if all his energy had been drained away.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Peter couldn't help but smirk. He released his grip, letting Otto slump to the ground, and spoke condescendingly:

"Any last words?"

"If not, let's get going."

Sizzle~

As he spoke, Peter raised his right hand, and blinding electric light gathered in his palm.

The lightning was about to pierce his chest.

Finally, amidst the terrifying prospect of life and death, the instinct for survival overcame everything:

"Don't kill me! Please! I don't want to die!"

He still had so many goals to achieve, so much research to conduct, and he hadn't even walked down the aisle with Anna yet...

He still has so many regrets... He can't die... He doesn't want to die!

Seeing Zhang Parker kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly, the surrounding spiders had different expressions.

Some looked thoughtful, some showed disdain, and some felt sympathy...

As for Peter, he laughed, a very sarcastic laugh:

"Look, this is the ultimate Spider-Man who will surpass all other Spider-Men."

"This is the ultimate Spider-Man who keeps spouting the rhetoric of 'survival of the fittest,' and 'the weak deserve to sacrifice themselves for the strong!'"

"Mr. Ultimate Spider-Man, where's your law of the jungle?!"

"Why didn't you just die obediently, you weakling? Why did you have to put on this pathetic display?"

Zhang Parker, kneeling on the ground, trembled violently. Every word Peter uttered caused his back to bend slightly, until finally he couldn't even lift his head.

Seeing his appearance, Peter couldn't help but let out a cold laugh:

"Hmph, in the end, your high-sounding rhetoric is nothing more than a double standard until the sword falls on your head!"

He grabbed Zhang Parker's hair, forcing him to look at the group of spiders behind him with complex expressions:

"Look at them."

"You see them as cannon fodder, as fools, as beings inferior to you."

"But when their lives are weighed against the safety of others, they will all choose to rush towards death without hesitation!"

"And what about you?"

"What are you doing right now?"

Between you and them, who is more noble? Who is more despicable?

Dead silence.

An eerie silence fell over the office.

Zhang Parker opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only the flames of shame and fear burned his soul repeatedly.

Peter's words were met with a range of reactions from anger to disdain from the surrounding spiders.

All of this was like a sharp knife, peeling away the seemingly dignified facade he had painstakingly constructed, exposing his ugly and timid soul nakedly to the sunlight.

Zhang Parker's body trembled violently. He wanted to deny it, but he couldn't even muster the courage to speak up.

Seeing his humble appearance, Peter couldn't help but shake his head and gave his final conclusion:

"The strong draw their swords against the stronger, and the weak raise their swords against the weaker."

"Otto Octavius... who do you think you are, Spider-Man?"

"In my eyes, you're far from surpassing any other Spider-Man to become the so-called Ultimate Spider-Man..."

"You don't even qualify to be Spider-Man!"