Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Upon seeing Demos stumble into the restaurant, the man sitting in the first seat to the left of the head of the table stopped eating.

The man was much thinner than Demos, but the dangerous aura he exuded was far stronger.

He is the eldest son of the Heirs family, and also the most powerful hunter under his father Soros—Morlen.

Molen looked at the scantily clad Demos, a look of interest appearing in his eyes.

He then casually put down his knife and fork and jokingly teased Demos:

"How many years? How many years has it been since anyone in this family climbed out of that cold jar?"

"Tell your younger siblings what kind of spider it is that could prevent a useless dog like you from even finding a chance to escape?"

Upon hearing this, a burst of laughter erupted from those around them.

Clearly, the family atmosphere of the heir's family, if not loving and affectionate, is at least one of mutual interference and obstruction!

Hearing his older brother Moron's mockery, Demos, who had always been at odds with him, couldn't help but retort:

"Idiot, what do you know? If you run into that guy, you'll die even faster than me!"

After confronting Moron, Demos respectfully curtsied to the man in the main seat who remained calm throughout, and spoke with a mixture of respect and excitement:

"Father, I've found him! I've finally found that guy!"

"What did you find? A particularly delicious spider?" A hot female heir subconsciously licked her lips, her eyes filled with a strong appetite.

"No! It's ten thousand times more important than that!" Demos trembled with excitement. "It's 'something else'! The most crucial 'something else' in the prophecy!"

The moment the word "other things" was uttered, the room fell into a deathly silence.

The contempt and mockery on the faces of all the heirs vanished without a trace, replaced by a complex expression of shock, doubt, and greed.

Molen couldn't help but slam his hand on the table, his face turning terrifyingly grim:

"Demos, don't talk nonsense. The whereabouts of that thing are elusive. Even Father has never seen it. What makes you so sure that what you encountered was that thing?"

“There’s no mistake!” Demos roared. “He doesn’t have the aura of the spider totem, yet he’s inextricably linked to the entire Web of Fate! He’s like… the center of the web! The absolute ruler!”

He trembled as he recounted the entire brief encounter with Peter in detail.

“I couldn’t even make him move an inch! That power! That overwhelming power! There’s no mistake! He is ‘Other Things’!”

Hearing Demos say this, Moron's expression darkened, but he could no longer find a reason to refute him.

Meanwhile, the other younger siblings in the family had all gone mad.

After hundreds of years of hunting and countless disappointments, they almost thought the prophecy was just a vague legend.

But now, "something else" has actually appeared!

Only after listening to Demos's account did the old man's expression finally change:

"Has the gears of fate finally begun to turn?"

He is the father of all his successors—Soros.

After eating the last piece of meat on his plate, Soros suddenly stood up, turned around, and went into a secret room.

The sealed room was filled with a dense network of spider webs.

At the very center of the spider web, a creature with a human upper body and a lower body firmly stuck in a spider-like mechanical device, hangs its head half-dead—it is the Web Weaver.

Soros grabbed the man's hair and whispered a few words in his ear.

Before long, the web-weaving master began working like a zombie, creating a huge projection.

"This is it!" Soros shouted excitedly, then turned to look at Moron and the others.

"My children! The appearance of this thing is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This time, we must sever that damned prophecy!"

At this point, Soros's gaze swept over everyone, and he spoke in an extremely solemn tone:

"This time, everyone must be mobilized! You must bring the item back alive!"

Upon hearing this, Molen hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked:

"Father, should we call Kahn back as well?"

Upon hearing this long-unheard name, Soros couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.

But after hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke:

"Very well, Morlen, you can go and bring that good-for-nothing back."

"To ensure the plan goes perfectly, I also need to go out for a bit. I'll leave the castle to Jenix and that good-for-nothing!"

After hearing Soros's plan, the members of the Heirs family were eager to launch this cross-universe sneak attack and hunting war.

But... what they never expected was...

In Peter's eyes, their so-called sneak hunt was no secret at all!

Chapter 229 Is Peter Getting Awesome?

Meanwhile, in the Spider Alliance headquarters conference room.

"...In short, this so-called heir family is just a group of barbarians who rely on their bloodline advantage to be immune to spider sense and to absorb totem power."

Their home is in Universe 001, where they have a cloning factory that allows them to resurrect indefinitely. In addition, they kidnapped an unlucky guy named Master Web Weaver. It is thanks to that guy's power that they can travel freely between universes and precisely hunt you.

According to them, to defeat them, one must find three prophetic children, a bride, another thing, and their offspring.

After Peter finished speaking, the room fell silent.

All the little spiders felt a chill run down their spines at that moment.

That incredibly powerful opponent actually had a whole family of eight people!

Even excluding the technicians guarding the base, there are seven of them!

Their father's power was even more unfathomable.

Faced with such an opponent, how should these spiderlings, who are naturally countered by them, deal with it?

"How about this!" The young and impulsive Neighbor Number Three slapped his thigh, "Let's just blow their cards out of the box!"

"Didn't they say their home planet is in Universe 001? Let's form a group, sneak over there, launch a dozen or so missiles at them first, and then swarm in..."

"Idiot!" Zhang Parker decisively rejected the suggestion. "They've occupied that universe for so many years, how could they be so easily dealt with?"

"Also, don't forget, they can absorb our power and keep getting stronger!"

"If you give them away, it will only make it harder for others to deal with these monsters in the future!"

“I think the key point lies in that prophecy,” Miguel O’Hara said weakly.

"They need to gather the 'descendant,' the 'bride,' and the 'other thing' to break the prophecy. The 'other thing' is you, the boss, but who are the 'bride' and the 'descendant'? We must find them and protect them before they do!"

Miguel's proposal received considerable support.

But Zhang Parker once again raised the opposite opinion:

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket. What if even the boss can't beat Soros? We've brought the offspring and the bride along, wouldn't that be a disaster?"

"Then what do you suggest we do?" The neighbor, who had always disliked him, couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Parker pushed up his glasses and calmly began to speak:

"I think we should first develop weapons that can severely damage them."

"The boss's story reminded me of something: the original owner of this body had dealings with that Demon Lun!"

"He once used nuclear radiation to severely injure Moron!"

"Fuck!" Number One yelled before he could finish his sentence.

"You want to build a nuclear bomb? Absolutely not!"

"Leaving aside the possibility that your nuclear weapons might be used by malicious individuals in the future, where will you drop them once they are built?"

"Even if they are truly afraid of nuclear radiation, their tolerance to radiation is certainly much stronger than that of ordinary people!"

"By then, before they even lose their lives, millions of innocent people will have already lost theirs!"

In an instant, the entire headquarters was in complete chaos.

The little spiders each expressed their own opinions, and none of them could convince the others.

"Quiet down."

Amidst the chaos, Peter's voice rang out once more.

His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly quieted the previously noisy scene.

Everyone stopped arguing and simply looked at Peter quietly, waiting for him to make his final decision.

"If you ask me, we should take a two-pronged approach."

……

"A two-pronged approach?"

Zhang Parker was stunned for a moment; even his intelligence couldn't quite keep up with Peter's train of thought.

The other Spider-Men also looked on with confusion, exchanging bewildered glances, completely failing to understand Peter's meaning.

Peter shook his head helplessly, then explained:

"The logic is simple. Right now, who is the heir family most looking for?"

"It's you!" Punk Spider-Man blurted out, like a student eagerly answering a question in class.

“That’s right.” Peter snapped his fingers. “It’s me, the most crucial ‘other thing’ in their prophecy. So, predictably, their primary objective now is to concentrate all their forces to capture me.”

He paused, giving everyone time to think.

“This gives us a golden opportunity,” Peter continued. “What does their all-out effort mean?”

“Their old home…is empty!” Neighbor No. 1’s eyes lit up, and he instantly understood.

“Exactly,” Peter nodded approvingly. “So, my plan is to split up into two groups.”

"I will lead the way back to my universe to engage in a final battle with them."

"The other route is to take advantage of their weakened rear and directly attack Universe 001 to destroy their cloning factory and completely cut off their hope of resurrection."