Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Universe number 001, this is a world completely shrouded in a gloomy, blood-red sky.

At the center of this universe, a magnificent, almost eerie, Gothic castle stands in the middle of the earth.

This is the headquarters of the Heirs family, and beneath the castle lies the Heirs family's greatest secret—the cloning factory.

The factory's cold alloy corridors stretched into endless darkness, with large amber-colored petri dishes on both sides.

These petri dishes hadn't been opened for who knows how many years, and their surfaces were covered with a thick layer of dust.

But if you look closely, you can still vaguely see figures soaking in the container—all clones of the heirs' family members.

These clones have their eyes closed, like sleeping specimens, waiting for the day they will be awakened.

Suddenly, one of the petri dishes labeled "Demos" emitted a piercing alarm.

The nutrient solution was quickly drained, and then a blood-red crystal was sent into the culture dish via conveyor belt and roughly inserted into the back of the clone's head.

After an unknown amount of time, the clone slowly opened its scarlet eyes.

Ping!

The protective shield of the petri dish was shattered by a single punch, and the clone... no, it should now be said that Demos was reborn.

Demos fell out of it, gasping for air as if he were a drowning man reborn.

After catching his breath, a look of wild joy appeared on his otherwise ordinary yet terrifying face:

"Other things... 'Other things'!"

Demos didn't even have time to put on his clothes before stumbling out of the cloning room and heading straight for the dining room.

In a luxurious yet eerie restaurant, Demos's family is sitting around a long table enjoying dinner.

Their dinner was very simple: Spider-Men who had died in various ways!

Some Spider-Men have had their throats pierced by a wooden stake.

Some Spider-Man characters had all their joints crushed, lying limply on the plates like mud.

Some Spider-Men were completely chewed up into soup, with only their heads hanging mischievously on the rim of the soup bowl.

Meanwhile, Demos's family members were enjoying these "delicious meals" to their hearts' content!

"Oh? Look who this is, isn't this my dear younger brother?"

Upon seeing Demos stumble into the restaurant, the man sitting in the first seat to the left of the head of the table stopped eating.

The man was much thinner than Demos, but the dangerous aura he exuded was far stronger.

He is the eldest son of the Heirs family, and also the most powerful hunter under his father Soros—Morlen.

Molen looked at the scantily clad Demos, a look of interest appearing in his eyes.

He then casually put down his knife and fork and jokingly teased Demos:

"How many years? How many years has it been since anyone in this house climbed out of that cold jar?"

"Tell your younger siblings what kind of spider it was that could prevent a useless dog like you from even finding a chance to escape!"

Upon hearing this, a burst of laughter erupted from those around them.

Clearly, the family atmosphere of the heir's family, if not loving and affectionate, is at least one of mutual interference and obstruction!

Hearing his older brother Moron's mockery, Demos, who had always been at odds with him, couldn't help but retort:

"Idiot, what do you know? If you run into that guy, you'll die even faster than me!"

After confronting Moron, Demos respectfully curtsied to the man in the main seat who remained calm throughout, and spoke with a mixture of respect and excitement:

"Father, I found him! I've finally found him!"

"What did you find? A particularly delicious spider?" A hot female heiress subconsciously licked her lips, her eyes filled with a strong appetite.

"No! It's ten thousand times more important than that!" Demos trembled with excitement. "It's 'the other thing'! The most crucial 'other thing' in the prophecy!"

The moment the word "other things" was uttered, the room fell into a deathly silence.

The contempt and mockery on the faces of all the heirs vanished without a trace, replaced by a complex expression of shock, doubt, and greed.

Molen couldn't help but slam his hand on the table, his face turning terrifyingly grim:

"Demos, don't talk nonsense. That thing's whereabouts are elusive; even Father has never seen it. What makes you so sure that what you encountered was that thing?"

"There's no mistake!" Demos roared. "He doesn't possess the aura of the spider totem, yet he's inextricably linked to the entire Web of Fate! He's like... the center of the web! The absolute ruler!"

He trembled as he recounted the entire brief encounter with Peter in detail.

"I couldn't even make him move an inch! That power! That overwhelming power! There's no mistake! He is 'The Other'!"

Hearing Demos say this, Moron's expression darkened, but he could no longer find a reason to refute him.

Meanwhile, the other younger siblings in the family had all gone mad.

After hundreds of years of hunting and countless disappointments, they almost thought the prophecy was just a vague legend.

But now, "something else" has actually appeared!

Only after listening to Demos's account did the old man's expression finally change:

"Has the gears of fate finally begun to turn?"

He is the father of all his successors—Soros.

After eating the last piece of meat on his plate, Soros suddenly stood up, turned around, and went into a secret room.

The sealed room was filled with a dense network of spider webs.

At the very center of the spider web, a creature with a human upper body and a lower body firmly stuck in a spider-like mechanical device, hangs its head half-dead—it is the Web Weaver.

Soros grabbed the man's hair and whispered a few words in his ear.

Before long, the web-weaving master began working like a zombie, creating a huge projection.

"This is it!" Soros shouted excitedly, then turned to look at Moron and the others.

"My children! The appearance of this thing is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This time, we must sever that damned prophecy!"

At this point, Soros's gaze swept over everyone, and he spoke in an extremely solemn tone:

"This time, everyone must be mobilized! You must bring that item back alive!"

Upon hearing this, Molen hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked:

"Father, should we call Kahn back as well?"

Upon hearing this long-unheard name, Soros couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.

But after hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke:

"Very well, Morlen, you can go and bring that good-for-nothing back."

"To ensure the plan goes perfectly, I also need to go out. I'll leave the castle to Jenix and that good-for-nothing!"

After hearing Soros's plan, the members of the Heirs family were eager to launch this cross-universe sneak attack and hunting war.

But... what they never expected was...

In Peter's eyes, their so-called sneak hunt was no secret at all!