Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

The characters drawn by this time-distorting force are not all vicious villains.

Amidst the chaotic rifts, those who were transported in also included some people with intricate connections to this world.

The most unique one is the future Spider-Man, Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker, who had already lost Gwen once in his own timeline.

He stood amidst the broken buildings, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar city before him, at the constantly twisting, spiderweb-like patterns of spacetime in the air, and a sense of indescribable familiarity rose within him.

This feeling is not a strange resonance from a parallel universe, but an almost instinctive, deep-seated throbbing in the soul.

He had a vague feeling that this was not some other universe or a parallel world.

This is his own past.

That tragedy has been rewritten, and everything can still be salvaged!

He didn't care why Morgan was able to travel through time to get here, or why he was able to single-handedly change the rules of the entire Spiderweb universe, and even save Gwen from falling.

He couldn't figure these questions out for the time being, nor did he care to delve into them. All he knew was that this faint glimmer of hope was the only light he could grasp amidst endless regret and loneliness.

If... if we could really repair this broken universe, get the timeline back on track, and correct all the mistakes.

Does that mean that Gwen, whom he lost, can come back to him?

Does this mean that he finally has the opportunity to rewrite the history that has caused him countless days and nights of pain?

The thought that Gwen might reappear before him, that those bright yet stubborn eyes would look at him again, filled Garfield with an almost frantic urge.

That force overwhelmed the bottom line he had always upheld, overwhelmed his reverence for life, and even overwhelmed his principles as Spider-Man.

For Gwen.

I'd do anything to get her back.

Even if it means personally slaying this group of villains who have come from all the universes, even if my hands are stained with blood, even if I can never go back to being the person who upholds justice.

"As long as Gwen is back with me, that's all that matters."

He repeated the sentence to himself over and over again, as if giving himself an unquestionable command.

"Let me do it!"

Morgan turned around and looked at the Spider-Man who was almost thirty years old.

Unlike Garfield, who is still young and youthful in this universe, wavering between responsibility and emotion, the older version of Peter in front of us has too much pain and weariness between his brows.

But in those eyes burned an almost obsessive determination, a resolute resolve that condensed all obsession, all regret, and all love into a single goal—to change history and save Gwen!

It must be said that this look truly moved Morgan.

She raised her hand, her fingertips shimmering with light, and placed it in front of her chest. The next moment, the Eye of Agamotto slowly unfolded in her palm.

Golden time lines spread across her vision. She first looked at thirty-year-old Garfield, then turned to look at the young Spider-Man who was traversing the battlefield not far away.

From the perspective of the Eye of Time, the soul fluctuations, life frequencies, and even the threads of fate of the two are almost identical, completely projected from the same person at different points in time.

"Can it change the future...?"

Morgan muttered to himself, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

She nodded slightly to the older Garfield, and with a casual flick of her wrist, a long, icy-cold blade, gleaming with a chilling light, flew through the air and landed steadily in front of him.

The blade was long and slender, with a sharp edge. The cold metallic luster reflected the tense and resolute expression on his face, as well as the bloodshot eyes beneath his mask.

Garfield reached out and gripped the knife handle, feeling a heavy, solid sensation in his palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dragged his long sword and walked step by step toward Norman Osborn, the Green Goblin, who was being held firmly to the ground by Peter.

Amidst the ruins of reinforced concrete, dust swirls and turbulent energy flows roar.

He approached step by step, his footsteps steady as if striking everyone's hearts.

Approaching Norman, he raised his longsword high, the blade tracing a cold arc in the dim light, poised to sever the man's head.

Just as the blade was about to fall—

"slow!"

Morgan's voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting his actions.

Garfield paused, then turned to look at her.

Morgan walked slowly forward, holding a neatly folded document in her hand. She gently shook it, unfolded the paper, and handed it to him.

"Sign this before you take any action."

Garfield looked down and saw a clearly written contract with a blatant and glaring title: "Employment Contract to pledge allegiance to Morgan."

In an instant, a strange chill crept up my spine and into my heart.

The words on the contract seemed to possess some kind of eerie magic, subconsciously reminding him of the legendary demon's contract, where one trades their soul for the chance to fulfill their desires.

"Ahem, don't overthink it."

Morgan seemed to see through his concerns, cleared his throat, and waved his hand casually.

"This is just an ordinary labor contract. There is no soul pledge, no curse, and no unfair terms."

Garfield: "..."

Getting a job before committing murder? That's just too outrageous.

But he remained silent for only a moment before giving up.

To save Gwen and to rewrite history, he would sign his name without hesitation, even if it were a real devil's contract, let alone a contract.

"OK--"

He took the pen and, stroke by stroke, signed his name at the end of the contract—Peter Parker.

The moment the words were written, it was as if some invisible contract took effect. A barely perceptible ripple swept through the Spiderweb universe, and his portrait appeared on Morgan's panel.

After signing the contract, Garfield said no more, gripped his long knife tightly again, and once again pointed the blade at Norman Osborn on the ground.

Just as he was about to swing his knife, Norman, who was pinned to the ground, suddenly felt an unprecedented premonition of death.

No matter how many times he was defeated, no matter how badly he was injured, the power of the Spider Web Universe would pull him back, repair him, revive him, and even make him stronger. That confidence of infinite rebirth made him unscrupulous, crazy, and violent.

But in that instant, he clearly felt—

If I die this time, I'm really dead. I'll never come back to life.

The deep-seated fear instantly overwhelmed Green Goblin's insane personality, and the tyranny and madness receded rapidly like a tide.

The next second, Norman Osborn's originally twisted and ferocious face quickly returned to normal, switching back to that seemingly gentle, remorseful, and kind personality.

He doesn't want to die.

He hasn't lived enough yet.

He can't just die such a pathetic death at the hands of a Spider-Man from another timeline.

Norman jerked his head up, looking at Garfield who was holding a knife, his voice hoarse with fear, almost screaming at the top of his lungs:

"No! Peter, you can't kill me! Look over there—look at young you! He's fighting alongside my daughter!"

Garfield paused, his brow furrowing.

He looked in the direction Norman was pointing.

On the other side of the battlefield, amidst the chaotic wave of villains, the younger version of himself was nimbly leaping, swinging, and launching webs, while beside him stood a girl wearing a modified Green Goblin armor.

The armor lost some of its ferocity and gained more agility and nimbleness. The girl was lithe and her movements were crisp, cooperating perfectly with young Peter.

Although it was their first time meeting and their first time working together, the two acted like partners who had been partners for many years.

Every dodge, every attack, every cover was executed with a chillingly perfect coordination.

More noticeably, the girl would always subconsciously stand in front of young Peter, shielding him from those tricky and deadly attacks.

Anyone who isn't blind can see the undisguised concern and care in Harley's eyes, which goes far beyond the boundaries of ordinary comrades.

Seeing this, Norman quickly pressed his advantage, his tone urgent and slightly ingratiating:

"Hey Peter, listen to me."

I've always had high hopes for you, and I've always thought you were a child I could entrust my life to.

In my world, if Harry were a girl, I would definitely marry her to you, even have her marry into the Osborn family, and hand over the entire conglomerate to you.

He paused, pointed to the armored girl not far away, and his voice carried a hint of deliberate earnestness:

"And in this universe, Harry is actually a girl! I suppose my version of you two have already arranged a marriage between you!"

Peter, you can't kill me! Besides, you should call me father-in-law!

father in law?

The older Garfield stood frozen in place.