Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

"No, I don't want to die like this! I already killed Spider-Man once! I already won!"

The vulture's roar exploded in the shattered mirror space, carrying an extreme madness of resentment.

This is a vulture that has communicated with the Crimson Dimension and learned Crimson Magic.

Crimson magic surged around him, like a storm stained with blood, wrapping around his metal wings that had long been corrupted by magic.

Once, in his own universe, he used scarlet magic, technology, and cunning to drive Peter Parker to the brink of despair.

Watching the other person fall from the high-rise building, watching New York City lose its guardian, watching himself step by step stand at the top of darkness, becoming the uncrowned king of the underworld.

He thought that was the peak.

He thought he had reached the top of the food chain and was invincible.

But fate, like an absurd joke, dragged him into this strange universe and dragged him into the hunt for Gwen Stacy.

What seemed like a simple hunt—a group of villains from different universes teaming up to deal with the "Ghost Spider" in this universe—was a sure win.

So much so that he came here without even thinking about it, directly through the challenge on TV.

But reality slapped him hard in the face.

Damn it, that's not Ghost Spider, it's Spider-Man cosplay!

It's ridiculously strong!

The being named Morgan before them casually conjured up a mirror space that resembled an endless cage, trapping everyone within it.

No matter how they charged, how they fled, or how they erupted, it was as if they were crashing into an invisible yet indestructible barrier.

Damn it!

I've already become the uncrowned king of New York, so why did I have to come to this universe and experience all this?!

The vulture's scarlet wings flapped violently, tearing the air apart with a piercing shriek. He no longer cared about the battle or his comrades; at this moment, only the most primal instinct for survival sustained him.

"How can I die here? Even if it costs me my lifeblood, I will survive!"

He suddenly pushed the crimson magic within him to its limit, and the already eerie red light suddenly surged, like a boiling tide of blood.

As he actively burned his own essence and blood, an extremely violent power exploded from his body. He was like a ignited scarlet meteor, soaring into the sky and rushing madly towards the high sky of the mirror space without regard for anything else.

"boom--!"

A blinding red light suddenly erupted from the center of the battlefield. The vulture's body, moving at extreme speed, almost became a scarlet lightning bolt that tore through space, and the air was violently blasted into rings of shockwaves.

"Mirror space, break through!"

He didn't believe that this space really had no boundaries.

He refused to believe that the extreme speed he had gained by burning his life force would be unable to break through this cage.

His will to survive was pushed to the limit. Every inch of his muscle, every bit of magic, and every drop of blood essence was burning wildly. His speed had already surpassed any of his previous peaks, and in an instant, he had already rushed thousands of meters away.

He could even sense that the spatial barrier was not far ahead, and if he were just a little faster, just one more step forward, he could escape this hell for good.

however……

Fate did not favor him because of his outburst of madness.

Just as he passed through a seemingly empty node, his figure suddenly stopped. The next second, it was as if he was pulled back by an invisible hand, instantly returning to his original position without even changing his flying posture.

Before he could even react...

What greeted them was the intense heat gaze emanating from Homelander's eyes—a gaze so fierce it could melt adamantium!

There were no unnecessary movements, just one strike.

The blazing energy beam, like a sword of judgment, instantly severed his wings, which were enhanced by crimson magic and upon which he depended for survival.

The sounds of metal breaking, magic dissipating, and bones shattering mingled together.

The vulture let out a piercing scream and plummeted from the sky, losing its balance.

"No—! How is this possible?! Just how far does your Mirror Domain extend?!"

He crashed to the ground in a sorry state, shards of stone flying everywhere, his body covered in blood. He looked up at the indifferent figure on the horizon, his eyes filled with utter terror and disbelief.

The speed he gained by burning his life essence was more than a thousand miles in an instant; he could traverse a city in the blink of an eye. Yet, Morgan still managed to pinpoint his location and teleport him directly back to the battlefield...

Morgan stood high in the air, her clothes fluttering gently in the windless mirror space, her eyes calm and undisturbed, as if the bloody battle below was nothing more than a trivial cleanup.

"How far?"

She spoke softly, her voice not loud, yet it clearly resonated throughout the entire mirror space, reaching the ears of every villain like a cold pronouncement.

"Don't worry, that's a distance you can never escape. Don't even try to run away, you can't get away..."

As she finished speaking, she tilted her head slightly and looked down at Garfield, who was holding a sharp blade and had a determined look in his eyes.

"Garfield, leave no one alive."

The moment she finished speaking, Morgan raised her hands slightly, and an invisible spatial force surged again. Any villain who tried to break through the mirror space and find a weak point to escape would be instantly locked onto by her and forcibly dragged back to the center of the battlefield.

Morgan was like a chess player in control of the game, calmly pulling all the stray pieces back onto the board where they were doomed.

Meanwhile, Peter continuously shot out spider silk from below, precisely binding each villain who tried to resist, restricting their movements, sealing their abilities, and making them like bound prey, only able to watch helplessly as Garfield approached step by step.

On the battlefield, among the villains, despair begins to spread.

"Damn it, this is an enemy we can't handle at all!"

Some roared, while others frantically attacked the surrounding spatial barriers. Their fists struck the barriers, but the barriers remained unmoved, only sending waves of painful shocks back.

"Please, spare me, let me go back, I won't kill Gwen again... I'll never do it again!"

Some people completely broke down, kneeling down and begging for mercy, their voices trembling, completely losing the arrogance and ruthlessness they had shown when they were besieging Gwen.

"You bitch, you dare to scheme against me? Dare to let me out so we can settle things out there! Don't try to pull any tricks from inside this space!"

Some remained defiant, hurling insults and attempting to provoke Morgan, but all they received in return was an even tighter spatial blockade.

With the vulture's escape attempt failing, the last shred of hope in the hearts of all the villains was utterly shattered.

They begged for mercy, cursed angrily, or fought back with bloodshot eyes, but no matter what they did, they could not change their inevitable fate of death.

Morgan's mirror space was like a net, and no matter how they struggled, they could not escape. Peter's spider silk was like shackles, pressing them firmly to the spot...