Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Gwen went back ahead to inform Peter's family and friends.

Peter did not take immediate action.

Instead, they waited quietly for about half an hour before slightly adjusting the teleportation coordinates of the spider portal.

He precisely positioned his landing point in Times Square, the most densely populated area in all of New York City.

Times Square, New York.

The midday sun shines down on the heart of this city that never sleeps, where a giant electronic GG billboard displays bizarre and dazzling images. Tourists from all over the world and hurried New York residents mingle together, creating a bustling and vibrant urban scene.

People take photos or stop to watch street performers; everything seems so ordinary yet full of vitality.

However, at that moment, something unexpected happened!

"Look! What's that!"

A gasp drew everyone's attention.

A dark blue circular portal suddenly opened in the sky directly above Times Square, as if tearing a strange wound in the azure sky.

The appearance of the portal instantly plunged the bustling plaza below into an eerie silence.

Everyone looked up, holding their phones, staring in astonishment at this supernatural scene.

Before they could even recover from their shock, a figure covered in blood and with tattered battle armor plummeted out of the portal like a bird with broken wings!

Seeing the figure fall from the crack, everyone was initially startled, but after realizing there was no danger, they gradually approached.

"This person... why does he look so familiar?"

"Is it... Your Excellency the Arbitrator?"

The arbiter!

The city's guardian, who saved Brooklyn and then mysteriously disappeared for a long time, has returned to the public eye in such a tragic way!

This discovery shocked everyone and completely aroused their curiosity.

"The Arbitrator? Hasn't he been absent for a long time?"

"Yeah, he hasn't shown up since the Battle of Brooklyn. I thought he had given up being a superhero."

"Shit, haven't you guys gotten to the point yet? What kind of person could possibly inflict such severe injuries on the Arbiter?!"

"An ambulance! Call an ambulance right away!"

While the surrounding crowd was discussing the matter.

Peter weakly raised his head, and from beneath the dark gold skull mask came his weak and hurried voice:

"Run...run!"

"The real danger... is about to arrive!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it stunned the previously chattering crowd.

And then... panic spread like wildfire, like a virus.

Times Square was in complete chaos!

Everyone was terrified by the Arbiter's miserable appearance and his doomsday prophecy.

Screams, cries, and sirens mingled together, instantly paralyzing the once bustling intersection.

People scattered and fled like headless flies; if the streets hadn't been wide enough, a stampede would have occurred at any moment.

In just a few minutes, Times Square, which was once bustling with people, became deathly silent, as if the end of the world had arrived.

however……

After the panic subsided, none of the anticipated scenarios of cataclysmic events, alien invasions, or monster descents occurred!

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

As night fell, Times Square remained calm, except for the mess created by the people themselves; not a single alien appeared.

Everyone was stunned.

What's going on with this plane?

Where's the danger? Where's the apocalypse?

Could this just be a prank?

But today isn't April 1st!

People are filled with curiosity, and the Times Square blunder has caused a huge uproar online.

Although people were filled with doubts, most chose to believe Peter's words, given the arbitrator's past record of saving Brooklyn.

However, while the majority of the public chose to believe, certain entities lurking in the shadows sensed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

……

The White House, the Oval Office.

The president, who had previously acted incredibly humble in front of Peter, was now sitting with several military leaders and a few gloomy-faced politicians.

The television in front of them was broadcasting a report about the "Times Square mix-up."

"Gentlemen, our opportunity has arrived."

A four-star general named Mike, who had close ties with General Ross, broke the silence first, a barely suppressed sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

His words resonated strongly with those around him:

"This is a golden opportunity for us to diminish the reputation of this damned arbiter!"

"It's time to ruin this damn brat's reputation!"

"That's right, the reason we couldn't touch him and his family before was precisely because of this public opinion, wasn't it?"

"Now that he's chosen to court death, he can't blame us for being ruthless!"

Seeing the crowd's agitated state,

After wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the president couldn't help but speak:

"Gentlemen, calm down! Don't forget, even without fame, that guy could easily take our lives!"

"Also, do you think I should contact him and ask what this major crisis he's talking about is?"

There was a moment of silence upon hearing this. After a short while, General Mike, the four-star general who had spoken first, said:

"I don't think it's necessary. If a danger arises that even that brat can't handle, then there's no point in resisting, is there?"

This statement immediately garnered agreement from those around them:

"Mike's right, minor dangers are nothing to worry about, and major dangers are beyond our control!"

"Compared to that distant danger, I just want to deal with this damn brat right now!"

"That's right. Since this power is completely beyond our control, I'd rather destroy it than let it retain its own consciousness or fall into the hands of others!"

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, the president had no choice but to speak:

"Then tell me, what exactly are you planning to do!"

Upon hearing this, a man who had remained silent in the corner spoke up:

"Gentlemen, regarding Peter Parker, I've come up with a brilliant way to fight fire with fire."

"Didn't he try to manipulate us using public opinion? Why don't we do the opposite? First, use public opinion to destroy him, and then use the implementation of a law to completely eliminate any future troubles!"

Upon hearing this, the others present immediately perked up and hurriedly looked at the minister, asking:

"Tell me quickly, what's your best way to solve this problem once and for all?"

The minister pushed up his glasses, revealing a shrewd smile, and then spoke:

"First, we'll act like we want to help that kid weather the crisis, then we'll plead poverty with him, saying we don't have enough funds to deal with it. This way, we'll get him to voluntarily go on TV and appeal to the public to pay their taxes!"

hiss~

He had barely finished speaking when the people around him couldn't help but gasp. What a clever trick to use someone else to do the dirty work!

"And then?" Mike asked quickly.

"Now comes the real killer move." The bespectacled minister took a deep breath and dropped a bombshell:

"While his reputation is at its lowest point, I'm going to take the opportunity to introduce a bill that I've been planning for a long time, which I call... the Superhero Registration Act!"