Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

New York, Mirror Space.

At this moment, the entire battlefield had been completely destroyed in Morgan's first encounter with the villain. All around were twisted and collapsed building ruins, with broken walls and rubble crooked as if they had been crushed by a giant hand.

The air was filled with the viscous scent unique to spider web energy, as well as the chilling, turbid aura brought by the villains' rebirth.

Morgan, seeing Green Goblin Roman's arrogant expression, issued various tasks to the people around him—to control these villains as soon as they were resurrected, and then hand them over to the little spiders present to finish them off.

"Peter, go!"

Morgan's voice exploded in the shattered mirror space.

Upon hearing this, Peter immediately raised his hand and flicked his bangs that were hanging down in front of his forehead, sweeping the stray hairs aside neatly.

His eyes were fixed on the group of villains who were constantly forming shapes in the ruins ahead. A wicked smile appeared on his lips, and his tone was filled with undisguised ruthlessness:

"Sir, I'm going to throw some ashes in your eyes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his unusually thick and powerful mutated thigh slammed into the ground, instantly creating a shallow crack in the hard gravel.

The next second, he was like an arrow that had been fully drawn and suddenly released, rushing straight toward the leader, Green Goblin Norman, with a sharp whooshing sound.

Even though Peter's face had returned to that of an ordinary human with delicate features, his torso still retained obvious signs of mutation, except for his face.

The muscles in his arms are taut and unusual, and the contours of his legs are even more exaggerated, with subtle undulations of reinforced veins under his skin.

These mutations are not out-of-control aberrations, but rather benign enhancements that give him speed and explosive power far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Even before he broke through to the state level, his mutated thighs were enough to make him run like a speeding car. Now, with his strength greatly increased, his figure becomes a blurry afterimage when he moves, and his movement trajectory is almost impossible to see.

"Oh, Peter..."

Green Goblin Norman was hovering in mid-air on his single-soldier skateboard. His technological armor, enhanced by the Spider Universe, gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster. He stared at Peter charging towards him, momentarily stunned.

He then curled his lips into a sinister laugh, his eyes full of mockery.

In his original universe, there was also a Spider-Man named Peter Parker who looked exactly like the person in front of him, even down to the iconic bangs on his forehead.

The familiar face made Norman subconsciously relax his guard a little.

In his deeply ingrained belief, Peter was a kind-hearted boy who was soft-hearted to the core. Even when he hit someone, he would subconsciously hold back and would never kill them.

Subconscious influence made him naturally assume that Peter in front of him should also be kind and easy to manipulate.

"Hehehe, Peter, Peter, kind Peter Parker, you poor wretch, let me see if you've grown up..."

Norman spoke slowly, wanting to say a few more sarcastic or provocative words to thoroughly mock this old acquaintance.

But before he could finish speaking, Peter's fist, accompanied by a whistling wind, slammed straight down in front of him.

The Peter before him was the epitome of a ruthless and taciturn man. He didn't even spare a glance for the villain who tried to strike up a conversation, his tone cold and impatient.

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you; you don't deserve to listen!"

"Bang--!"

A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing, exploded in the center of the battlefield, causing the surrounding dilapidated walls to crumble and crumble.

Norman's smile froze instantly, replaced by utter disbelief—Peter's fist had pierced right through his sturdy technological armor, tearing the metal shell apart like paper.

Then it smashed right through his chest, leaving a dark, still-smoking hole.

"cough--"

Norman coughed up a mouthful of blood, the crimson foam splattering onto his armor and Peter's arm. He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the gaping wound on his chest, then looked up at the face before him that was exactly the same as the one in his memory, filled with bewilderment and shock.

That shouldn't be the case... Shouldn't Peter be kind and gentle? Shouldn't he always hold back when he takes action?

Why would they use such a heavy hand right from the start?

Norman's mind was in turmoil, and he even had a ridiculous thought: Could it be that this kid didn't control his power well and accidentally overpowered him, breaking through his defenses?

"Peter...did you misjudge your power and accidentally punch through me?"

Norman spoke weakly, his voice tinged with a hint of relief, still trying to attribute the other party's actions to a mistake.

Peter glanced down at the disheveled Green Goblin draped over his arm, and raised an eyebrow slightly. The creature, empowered by the energy of the Spiderweb Universe, could still speak after taking a punch from him…

He gave a forced, impatient smirk, his tone crisp and ruthless: "Don't worry, I'll kill you with the next punch!"

With that, he suddenly exerted his strength and yanked his arm out of Norman's chest. Instantly, Norman's blood gushed out as if it had exploded, taking away all of Norman's strength.

Immediately afterwards, Peter swung his blood-stained arm wide, clenched his fist, and aimed it at Norman's head, preparing to deliver another fatal blow.

At this moment, Norman was completely powerless to fight back with his chest pierced through. The excruciating pain swept over his entire body like a tidal wave, and blood kept seeping from the wound in his chest.

Looking up again, the killing intent emanating from Peter was even more tangible, like a cold blade pressed against his skin, sending chills down his spine.

Norman panicked completely. No matter what Peter had gone through to become so different from the one in his universe, saving his own life was the most important thing at this moment.

Norman, fearing for his life, was no longer the arrogant Green Goblin. He frantically ripped off the hideous Green Goblin mask from his face.

The Green Goblin persona vanished instantly, revealing Norman Osborn's original face.

Norman's Green Goblin soul was extinguished by Peter's punch. His face turned pale, his eyes reddened, and even welled up with tears. He shouted in a panicked voice, almost crying:

"No, don't do it! Stop! Stop! Peter! It's me, it's Osborn!"

Seeing Peter about to end his life, Norman chose to follow his heart and revealed his true identity. His eyes were filled with pleading and fear, and there was no trace of his previous arrogance.

Peter looked at Norman, who had suddenly become pitiful and lost all his arrogance, and a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Osborne?

He quickly went through the names of people he knew in his mind, but had no recollection of this name. He then spoke without hesitation, his tone completely flat:

"What Osborne? I don't know him!"

Before the words even landed, Peter's fist, carrying immense force, pierced straight through Norman's skull, leaving him utterly bewildered.

In an instant, blood splattered out. Norman's eyes widened, and he only had time to let out a short, desperate scream: "No—"

His voice abruptly stopped.

When Peter pulled his fist back, Norman's body went limp and fell to the ground, limbs outstretched, motionless, seemingly lifeless.