Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

With Morgan replenishing her mana, Wanda began using chaos magic without regard to its cost.

Around Harley, the crimson chaotic blade solidified by a third in an instant, its light growing even more intense, and the power it contained reaching its peak.

Immediately afterwards, under Wanda's control, countless crimson blades once again slashed at the invisible threads of fate like a storm.

"Click—"

This time, the threads of fate could no longer withstand Wanda's attack, and snapped after only a few milliseconds.

An invisible spatial fluctuation suddenly spread out from Harley's body, and the mark marked "certain death" by the Spider Web Universe was stripped away and erased.

In the instant she sensed the complete severing of the threads of fate, Wanda parted her lips slightly and spoke as if it were the law of heaven:

"What wound?"

The moment the words left his mouth, a miracle occurred...

Harley's life force, which had been extremely weak, suddenly surged, and she recovered rapidly, like a withered tree coming back to life.

Her pale, bloodless cheeks regained their color at a visible speed, and the terrible penetrating wound in her chest healed rapidly, leaving not a single scar in moments.

"Cough...cough!"

Harley clutched her still somewhat stuffy chest, her gaze blank as she slowly sat up from the ground, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The feeling of being on the verge of death, of my soul about to leave my body, was incredibly real, but in the blink of an eye, all the pain vanished without a trace.

Holy crap, there really are gods here!

She raised her head slightly and looked at the two divine maidens radiating powerful energy in mid-air. Before she could even utter a word of thanks, she was suddenly pulled into a fierce embrace by a figure rushing towards her.

"Thank goodness, Harley, you're not dead!"

I just thought I was going to lose you forever... Waaah, thank goodness you didn't die!

Garfield wiped away his tears and hugged his "good brother," who was willing to protect him with his life, tightly in his arms...

……

"Damn it!"

Just as this touching scene was unfolding, the person in Garfield's arms suddenly let out an angry curse and broke free.

Harley clutched her chest, still feeling the lingering warmth of the spot where he had pressed so firmly. Her face flushed, and she glared at him, both ashamed and annoyed, and said:

"Where did you just press?!"

Garfield froze, looking down at his blood-stained hands, then at the bloodstains still visible on Harley's chest. His mind went completely blank, and he stammered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"This...you...I..."

"abnormal!"

Harley, filled with shame and anger, slapped Garfield hard across the face, then turned and ran away.

……

Garfield was left standing there, touching his burning cheeks, completely bewildered.

"Hey! What are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them!"

While Morgan was observing the situation, he didn't forget to remind the other party to hurry up and chase after them.

After standing still for a second, Garfield quickly ran towards the other person.

Even someone as emotionally oblivious as him could sense the other person's feelings. At this moment, he could no longer deceive himself into believing it was just brotherly affection...

Gwen is the love he desperately wants to protect, while Harley is a bond he doesn't want to lose again.

This time, he didn't want to let go.

Gwen, Harley... I want them all!

The thought had formed in his mind, and Garfield no longer hesitated. He immediately took off running, chasing after Harley's departing figure...

……

The moment Harley's fate changed...

Beyond a larger world, above the Spiderweb Universe, lies the abode of the multi-dimensional deities—the Weavers of Fate.

The moment Harley's fate thread snapped, a ripple extended from the web of fate all the way here, instantly detected by the weaver of fate.

Seated upon a throne woven from countless threads of fate, the Weaver of Fate slowly opened her eyes, a hint of amusement and surprise flashing across them:

"Someone dares to alter the script I wrote? Ha, that's interesting."

As this indifferent whisper fell, an invisible and intangible divine power, powerful enough to crush everything, spread wildly from His palace.

In the blink of an eye, this power covered the entire Spiderweb universe, encompassing all beings, both tangible and intangible...

In this spiderweb universe, apart from a few beings, He is the supreme being, the master of destiny. The fate of Spider-Man, the protagonist of this universe, is entirely under His control and weaving.

Where did this strange being come from, daring to be so bold as to forcibly alter the trajectory of fate that He himself had arranged?

As the scanning area expanded and deepened, the playful expression on the Weaver of Fate's face was gradually replaced by a deep sense of surprise.

Ok?

He couldn't find the source of that power that was altering fate!

In the past, there have been powerful Spider-Men who have tried to defy the fate He has woven and change the predetermined tragic ending.

But whenever this happens, there's no need for Him to intervene personally; the Spider Web Universe's "anti-virus system" automatically activates, forcibly correcting all deviations from the script and bringing everything back on track.

But this time, the power to alter fate was too bizarre, completely beyond His perception, or perhaps hidden right under His nose?

This time, even the Spider Web Universe couldn't correct the change in fate!

"Heh, this is getting more and more interesting..."

The weaver of fate flicks his fingertips, and countless threads of destiny flow through his hands.

Spider-Man is destined to lose everything; this is the ultimate law He personally formulated and which has been recognized by the entire Spider-Verse, a curse etched into the life of every Spider-Man.

No matter how powerful Spider-Man becomes, no matter how they resist, they can't escape the fate of losing their loved ones and living a lonely life.

The more you try to change this outcome, the more you will lose.

But this time, He truly sensed that a little spider had broken free from the web and jumped out of the script He had written!

The emergence of this variable greatly intrigued the being who held the fate of countless lives in his hands.

The Weaver of Fate slowly raised his head, his eyes shooting out a ruthless divine light. His perspective continued to rise, piercing through layers of spacetime barriers, and he turned his gaze to the spiderweb universe, to the enormous broccoli-shaped multiverse that floated in the vast multiverse.

This being, who appeared not long ago in the multiverse next to their universe, is a "neighbor" of the Spider Web Universe in the vast multiverse.

Not long ago, their two multiverses collided...

The Weaver of Fate gazed at the broccoli, a strange expression in his eyes...

"Could it be... something from over there that did it?"

He murmured to himself, a hint of inquiry and seriousness flashing in his eyes...