Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

After the battle, only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the ruins remained in Hell's Kitchen.

The starlight on Evil Peter gradually faded, and he reverted to his dark gold vibranium suit.

He slowly descended from the sky, and white light visibly appeared on his body as he did so.

In the white light, Good Peter stopped outputting energy arcs and merged with it once again.

"Done."

Peter, now back in his original form, clapped his hands lightly and uttered a sigh of relief.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

These two words were like a switch, instantly igniting all the emotions that had been building up in everyone's hearts.

"We won! We won!"

"Boss is awesome! (voice cracks)"

Spider-Men from different universes erupted in thunderous cheers, embracing each other and weeping with joy.

The nightmare that had weighed on them for thousands of years, the inheritors who could have taken their lives at any moment and even caused their universe to collapse, have finally been completely wiped out!

"Peter!"

Gwen, Felicia, and Sif, the Valkyries from Asgard, rushed over immediately, unable to resist hugging Peter and looking him up and down with concern.

Gwen and Felicia both knew that Peter had healing abilities, but Soros was no ordinary opponent and had inflicted unprecedented damage on Peter, so they were somewhat worried that Peter might have suffered some hidden injuries or ailments.

As for Sif, she was just there to shower him with compliments.

As a warrior of Asgard, she wouldn't worry about whether the victorious heroes were injured.

All I can think about is when I can drink fine wine with the heroes.

In contrast, Natasha was incredibly self-aware. She simply hid in the crowd, watching Peter surrounded by three girls with a mischievous grin on her face.

Yes, that's right, she deliberately didn't stop Sif just now...

On the other side... Gwen and Felicia clearly hadn't expected this move.

The two were stunned. They exchanged a glance, then looked at Peter simultaneously, their meaning crystal clear:

This girl looks unfamiliar. Where did you provoke her?

Seeing this, Peter felt a headache coming on. He would rather fight ten Soross for another five hundred rounds than deal with this situation.

But for now, he still had to introduce the three of them to each other, amidst the strange looks from the other superheroes:

"Gwen, Felicia, this is Sif from Asgard, whom I told you about before."

"Sif, these two are Gwen and Felicia, whom I told you about."

Sif, that silly girl, wanted to say something provocative, but Peter shut her down with a dangerous look.

Although Gwen and Felicia were a little dissatisfied, they both knew very well that they had to give their men face in public, so they didn't say anything!

As for Peter himself, he decisively found himself a new job, and turned his gaze directly to Kahn and the others, saying:

"Kahn, Soros is dead. You should go back and take charge of your family's Universe 001. There's also a half-dead Web Weaver waiting for you to rescue him over there."

Kahn nodded solemnly, giving Peter a deep look, his eyes filled not only with gratitude but also with an indescribable awe.

He knew very well that the man before him was beyond their comprehension.

"The gate to Universe 001 is always open for you."

Kahn first made this promise, and then added:

"If you encounter any enemies in the future that you cannot deal with in your universe, you are welcome to send them to Universe 001. This is my way of apologizing to you on behalf of my father and brothers and sisters."

"Let's skip the formalities of visiting for now; I have some things to take care of."

At this point, he turned to look at Tony and Captain America, a devilish smile creeping across his face:

"The war is over, but there's one debt I haven't even started settling yet."

Tony was taken aback at first, but then quickly realized what the account he was talking about was, and couldn't help but become incredibly excited.

Removing those fat, idiotic fools from power is a major event he has never done before.

For a billionaire like him who has seen all kinds of food and entertainment, such novelty is extremely precious.

"Peter, how many people are you planning to oust using this opportunity?"

"Is that even a question?" Peter's smile persisted, yet it gradually sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

"Of course, all of them!"

"Understood!" Tony couldn't help but rub his hands together.

"Give me ten seconds, and I'll call over a whole bunch of brand-new communication drones."

……

The White House, the Oval Office.

The president and General Mack, among others, were pacing anxiously back and forth.

The violent tremors coming from the direction of Hell's Kitchen unsettled them, but because the battlefield was completely isolated by an energy shield and the cameras broadcasting the live stream were destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle, they had no way of knowing the specific situation inside.

"It's been so long, why haven't we heard a single word?" Admiral Mike tugged at his tie in frustration.

He no longer knew whether he hoped Peter and the others would win or lose, since either outcome seemed like a terrible one for them.

"Try to think more positively," one of the executives couldn't help but say, offering words of comfort.

"Perhaps they can both suffer heavy losses, or even perish together."

Just imagining such a scene made Colonel Mike, who was originally gloomy and depressed, unable to help but smile. If such a thing could really happen, that would be wonderful!

Just as he was thinking this to himself, all the screens in the office—the TV, the computers, and even his assistant's tablet—suddenly lit up at the same time.

After a few moments of flashing snowflakes, a figure that sent chills down their spines appeared on the screen.

His signature dark gold skull mask and his spotless battle suit were striking.

It is the arbiter, Peter Parker!

"puff--"

The president spat out a mouthful of coffee all over the documents in front of him, and his body went limp, almost sliding off his chair.

In the office, everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

They watched as the arbitrator on the screen announced to the world in a calm yet chilling tone.

"Fellow citizens of New York, fellow citizens of America."

"I am the arbiter."

"Now, I have some good news to announce to you. Just now, a crisis that could have destroyed our entire civilization... has been completely resolved by us."

"New York is safe."

"Amelika, you're safe."

"The world is safe."