Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

As expected, it is an item of the same level as the decay rate algorithm manuscript.

Peter was quite satisfied with this number, so he did not hesitate at all and immediately chose to sacrifice himself.

hum!

The next second, the suit he was holding vanished into thin air right before the eyes of Black Egg, Natasha, Coulson, and Captain America himself!

This was, of course, a choice Peter made intentionally.

Sure enough, Black Lu Dan was quite frightened by his own "trump card".

At this moment, Black Lu Egg's single eye was almost bulging out of its socket.

That was... spatial ability?!

This guy not only knows magic bullets and healing magic, but he even has spatial magic?!

Wow, I can't afford to mess with them!

If Black Lu Dan had simply lost his temper before, he was now completely desperate.

He no longer dared to hope to control Peter.

What if I anger this demon orb and it tears through space to stab me from behind... wouldn't I have nowhere to cry?

On the spot, Hei Ludan immediately changed his expression like a Sichuan opera performer.

It's basically a plea for mercy, saying "I've already begged you to let me go!"

"Alright, transaction complete."

Peter, seemingly oblivious to the strange looks from the crowd, lazily stretched and then spoke:

"It's getting late, I should go home and rest. Natasha, could you please give me a ride?"

His tone was matter-of-fact, as if he were ordering his personal driver around.

Natasha's red lips parted slightly, about to say something, when Black Egg spoke first, in an almost fawning tone:

"no problem!"

"Agent Natasha, make sure the Arbiter gets home safely! From now on, your primary task will be to liaise with and fulfill the Arbiter's requests!"

After saying all this, he didn't forget to turn to Peter and make his presence known:

"Your Excellency, if you require anything in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. S.H.I.E.L.D. will cooperate!"

Looking at the black-faced man with a fawning smile, as if he would immediately offer his right cheek if Peter slapped his left cheek.

Captain America, standing to the side, was so disgusted that his double chin was almost bulging out. He thought to himself, "Now I know how this black guy became the director."

Peter smiled and patted Blackie on the shoulder, giving him a rare word of affirmation:

"Very good, Black Lu Egg, it seems you're gradually getting the hang of officialdom!"

……

On my way home, I could hear the urgent sound of police sirens coming from afar.

Although the car window was closed, Peter's excellent hearing still keenly picked up the keywords related to "ghost spider".

Peter then turned his head and looked out the window.

On the top of a building, Gwen was fighting a guy in a purple suit with steel claw gloves on the building wall.

Noticing Peter's gaze, Natasha tactfully switched the car radio to the internal police channel:

"...The criminal in the purple suit calls himself 'The Wanderer.' He just robbed a jewelry store, but was stopped by Ghost Spider. Sir, should we open fire?"

A wanderer?

Upon hearing this title, Peter subconsciously raised an eyebrow.

This title reminded him of the uncle who sacrificed Little Black Spider in a parallel universe.

However, he quickly shook his head, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Prowler's suit looks rudimentary and comical, clearly a cheap, homemade creation, a complete contrast to the Prowlers under Kingpin in the movie.

More importantly, even if he really does have a nephew named Miles, so what?

At Norman Osborn's suggestion, all the genetically modified spiders in the Osborn Corporation had already been destroyed.

He watched as Norman dealt with the situation, and not a single one managed to escape.

Without Spider-Man, unless someone can manipulate Gwen's existing genes, it is absolutely impossible for a new Spider-Man to be born in this universe.

"That ghost spider...is your childhood friend, Gwen Stacy, right?"

Natasha, who was driving, spoke in a very calm tone, as if she were just having a casual chat.

But the hand gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly without him realizing it.

"uh-huh."

Peter shrugged noncommittally, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Gwen, with her agile movements, kicked the wanderer to the ground, then used her spider silk to bind him up like a dumpling, and quickly drove away by the collar.

A faint smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

I haven't paid attention to Gwen for a few days, and the little girl's superhero career is quite successful!

Perhaps after some time I will be able to reveal my true identity to her.

Who taught them this bizarre tactic of subduing the opponent and then taking them away?

Oh, you learned it from me. Never mind then.

Natasha noticed the smile on Peter's lips and subconsciously glanced back at the Ghost Spider.

A feeling of envy inexplicably arose in my heart.

What a lucky girl to be secretly watched by such a powerful man!

……

The next morning.

Peter did not take the school bus to school as usual.

Instead, he quietly followed Uncle Ben as he left for work.

Uncle Ben's old, five-times-used car had barely left his neighborhood when a discreet black sedan quietly followed.

Seemingly noticing Peter's attention, the window of the black sedan rolled down, revealing a grinning face—it was Phil Coulson, whose hair loss had been cured by Peter.

Noticing the other person mouthing "reassuring" to him, Peter nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that Blackie has really behaved himself, so I don't need to worry about Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei's safety while they are at work anymore.

After discussing the topic of "Ghost Spider vs. Prowler" with Gwen for a while, which greatly satisfied the little girl's vanity, the day passed by.

Peter had just parted ways with Gwen at her doorstep when he received a call from Herman:

"Boss, the downgraded battery you requested has been made!"

Upon hearing this, Peter's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned into a small alley and pressed a button on his watch.

hum~

A black streak of light shot into the sky and hovered steadily in front of Peter—it was the flying skateboard.

After changing into his gear, Peter boarded his flying skateboard and headed straight for Herman's rented apartment.

"Boss, look!" In the apartment, Hermann's face beamed with a smug smile.

"This battery is the same size as a regular mobile phone battery, but its capacity exceeds 20,000 mAh! That's ten times more than a typical mobile phone battery!"

"Furthermore, I've specially designed a fast-charging technology based on your requirements, which can fully charge it within half an hour!"

After checking the numbers on the multimeter and confirming that Herman was telling the truth, Peter nodded in satisfaction.

With this battery technology, my smartphone plans can finally be put on the agenda.

Without hesitation, Peter took Hermann and the finished batteries and headed straight for Norman Osborn's estate...