"But... I still don't quite understand."
Gwen couldn't help but raise a new question:
"If all of this has nothing to do with Canon Events, then what is the deal with Canon Events? And what was the reason that caused the collapse of the universe Miguel went to?"
"If you can go to the year 2099 and replace the future Miguel of that universe without being affected."
"Then why couldn't he do the same thing?"
Facing Gwen's questioning, Superior Spider-Man subconsciously frowned, his expression looking as if to say, "What level are you to be worthy of asking me questions?"
But before he could speak, Peter glanced sideways at him, a sharp electric light quietly dancing at his fingertips.
Noticing that piercing electric light, Superior Spider-Man instantly behaved himself and spoke in a proper manner:
"This involves an abstract concept I discovered during the process of traveling through dimensions."
"I call it the 'Totem'."
"To put it simply, the reason we became Spider-Man is all because of this Totem playing tricks."
"The Totem chose us and gave us extraordinary power, but it also caused us to fall into misfortune time and time again."
"If we who are chosen die, the Totem will transfer this power to another person."
"For example, the Superior Spider-Man of 2099 died, so Miguel became Spider-Man 2099. This is a relationship of succession."
Hearing "succession," Spider-Man No. 1 couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark:
"Hey, this sounds as if he is your son..."
No. 1 originally said this just to liven up the atmosphere, but the moment his words fell, he found Superior Spider-Man looking coldly at him, the four spider spears on his back flashing with a cold light. This made him subconsciously swallow his saliva, and right when he wanted to lower his head to play dead.
Puff~ Hahahahaha~!
The Spider-Men at the scene suddenly burst out laughing together:
"Oh, bro, you thought the exact same thing as me."
"In fact, I thought so at that time too, but you said it before me!"
The ticking cross-mark of anger on Superior Spider-Man's forehead clearly became a bold and enlarged version. He couldn't help but look at Peter and ask:
"How on earth do you have the patience to work with these idiots?"
"Uh... you know, patience is key in life," Peter couldn't help but use a bad joke too.
Superior Spider-Man rolled his eyes, secretly wanting to pierce Peter through the heart as well, but considering the other party's combat power—which was still a bit away from a god but already very far from a human... he ultimately gave up this death-seeking thought, and merely spoke with a face full of displeasure:
"In short, according to my guess, the reason those predators hunt us is because they value the power of the Totem on our bodies."
"Our relationship with the Totem is like the paper cover and the frame of a kite."
"If the paper cover is damaged, changing it allows the kite to continue to be used."
"But if the frame is damaged, even if you urgently paste on a new layer of paper cover, it still won't fly for long."
Superior Spider-Man's kite theory was very simple and easy to understand, making all the little Spider-Men present understand the logic within it.
"So, that's why you let Miguel establish the Spider-Society?" Peter's eyes became playful; he faintly guessed something.
"Exactly!" Superior Spider-Man admitted it without any avoidance. "That was the second part of my plan!"
"After realizing the seriousness of the problem, I knew that relying on me alone, I couldn't fight that group of unknown monsters at all."
"I need helpers, and more than that, I need cannon fodder!"
"So I let that idiot Miguel build the Spider-Society, gathering numerous Spider-Men from the multiverse under the name of 'guarding Canon Events'."
"This is a large-scale intelligence test that kills two birds with one stone."
Speaking up to here, Superior Spider-Man couldn't help but smile proudly:
"Guys who can see through the tricks within this at least won't drag me down on the intelligence level, and are qualified to become my partners."
"As for you guys who cannot see through these obvious traps."
At this point, he turned his head to look at the little Spider-Men, his eyes flashing with a cold and dangerous light.
"It just so happens you can gather together to utilize your remaining heat, can't you?"
Superior Spider-Man spoke these words very implicitly, but the little Spider-Men still understood.
No wonder Superior Spider-Man called them cannon fodder the moment he opened his mouth! In fact, from the very beginning, this guy held the intention of utilizing their gathering into a group to attract the attention of those predators.
On one hand, their gathering together in large numbers would definitely attract the attention of those predators. In this way, the predators hunting them on a large scale would naturally buy time for Superior Spider-Man, who was hidden beneath the surface.
On the other hand, Superior Spider-Man could also gather more intelligence by observing their deaths!
At the thought that they were essentially all "lab rats" used by this guy Superior Spider-Man to conduct experiments, the little Spider-Men became extremely angry!
Spider-Man No. 3 could no longer hold back. With bloodshot eyes, he rushed up, grabbed Superior Spider-Man's collar, and roared:
"Do you know how many people will die because of this, and how many universes will be destroyed?! We are all Spider-Man! We are all equal individuals, what right do you have to do this!"
"Let go, idiot!"
The spider leg behind Superior Spider-Man flashed with a cold light, stabbing out like a venomous snake, instantly piercing through No. 3's palm.
"What do you think we are facing right now? A game of playing house?!"
"If you guys don't act as cannon fodder to collect data for me, where else is this intelligence going to come from?"
"Without me painstakingly collecting this intelligence, you wouldn't even have the qualification to be cannon fodder; you would only be defeated one by one by those predators."
"Would that kind of ending be better than this?!"
"Don't be silly, this world always follows the law of the jungle."
"Sacrificing the universes of you weaklings to trade for the survival of the universes of us strong individuals—isn't this much better than all of us going down to ruin together!"
This sentence was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of all the righteous and indignant little Spider-Men. They... were speechless.
Yes, Superior Spider-Man was right. Although his methods were despicable, cold, and could even be said to be completely heartless. But standing from an absolutely rational perspective, this seemed to truly be the only way to break the deadlock. Using the sacrifice of a portion of people to trade for the opportunity to find the enemy's weakness, thereby preserving more people and universes.
And... they had accepted this theory from the very beginning, hadn't they? If they hadn't accepted this theory, it would be impossible for them to join this Spider-Society because of "Canon Events". Therefore, in the final analysis, all of this... was essentially a choice made by themselves.
Right when the crowd fell into silence because of Superior Spider-Man's words...
Boom!
A muffled sound suddenly exploded in the field. Everyone subconsciously looked up, only to see Superior Spider-Man flying backward at some unknown point, his body smashing heavily against the cold steel wall.
As for Peter, he was currently standing at the position where Superior Spider-Man was standing earlier, a soft white light glowing on his hand as he healed No. 3's pierced palm.
After completing the healing of No. 3, under Superior Spider-Man's disbelieving gaze, Peter flashed and appeared beside him again, catching the other party's neck with one hand and lifting him up:
"Since according to your theory, the weak deserve to die... Then if I kill you right now, it's actually very reasonable too, right?"
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