Peter's voice was very soft, it could even be called gentle. But falling into Superior Spider-Man's ears, it was as terrifying as the death knell of the Grim Reaper. The shadow of death had never enveloped his heart so realistically.
Superior Spider-Man's pupils shook violently, and his instinct for survival overwhelmed his thinking. He wanted to resist! But just as his thought arose, Peter's fingers tightened inch by inch.
"Heh..."
The air was instantly drawn away, his brain went completely blank, and his body could not exert any strength. Only those four mechanical spider legs were left, launching an attack on their own according to the programmed settings!
The spider legs, which were capable of piercing through steel plates, stabbed toward Peter's chest. Yet they merely brought about a burst of ear-piercing metallic clashing sounds. The effect of the peak physical condition of the Aesir gods paired with Armament Haki was just this domineering. Those four spider legs failed to cause any substantial damage, instead shattering inch by inch during the successive collisions!
Seeing this situation, an emotion named fear surfaced in Superior Spider-Man's eyes for the first time.
"Ugh... cough cough..."
"Let... let go of me..."
"You cannot kill me... I... I am still useful to you!"
Superior Spider-Man squeezed words out of his throat with difficulty; not half a bit of his pride and composure as the "Superior Spider-Man" could be seen on his face.
"Oh?"
Peter tilted his head, the playful curve at the corner of his mouth growing deeper. He loosened his hand slightly, allowing Superior Spider-Man to catch his breath for a couple of breaths:
"Tell me, how are you still useful?"
Superior Spider-Man breathed greedily, while speaking with difficulty:
"Those, those bizarre predators, they are not existences that are easy to deal with!"
"Without me helping you analyze their weaknesses, relying on you alone might not be enough to deal with them."
"Your power can only exert its maximum effect when paired with my genius mind! If I die, you cannot get things done relying merely on those pieces of trash behind you who can't achieve anything!"
He was like catching onto the last life-saving straw, incoherently recounting his own value, attempting to use future threats to exchange for a glimmer of life at this moment.
However, after Peter finished listening to these words of his, he merely let out a sneer.
"Merely a kind of monster capable of hunting lone Spider-Men across universes."
Peter's voice was very calm, as calm as if he were recounting how many slices of bread he ate this morning:
"Taking ten thousand steps back, even if I truly need a clever mind, why does it have to be you?"
"Tony Stark, Reed Richards, which one isn't stronger than you?"
"Furthermore..."
Peter's gaze swept over Superior Spider-Man, his eyes like looking at a piece of valueless garbage.
"In the entire multiverse, those named Otto Octavius aren't limited to just you either, are they?"
"Why do you think you are the irreplaceable one?"
After Peter finished saying these words, Otto's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. He... could not refute.
Yes! The guy before his eyes could even defeat the gods of Asgard. The terrifying predators that he had used all his calculations and spent countless heartbeats just to peer at a corner of the iceberg might truly... be nothing in his eyes. His genius mind was also not irreplaceable. There were so many Ottos in the multiverse; even if one Otto could not compare to him, what about ten, or a hundred Ottos?
This was the first time Superior Spider-Man recognized the cruelty of reality so clearly. He thought highly of himself, claiming to be unique. But in reality, if the scope of retrieval was expanded to the entire multiverse, he... was nothing!
This kind of denial of his own value deeply stung Otto. His eyes became empty as never before, as if all his spirit and energy had been drawn away.
Seeing his lost and dejected appearance, Peter couldn't help but hook up the corner of his mouth. He released his hand, letting Otto sit paralyzed on the ground, and spoke from a high position:
"Any last words?"
"If not, get on your way."
Sizzzz~
While speaking, Peter's right hand was raised, and a piercing electric light gathered in his palm. Watching that thunderous light about to pierce through his chest, finally, between the great terror of life and death, the instinct for survival overrode everything:
"Don't kill me! Please! I don't want to die yet!"
He still had so many goals unfulfilled, he still had so many researches unimplemented, he hadn't stepped into the palace of marriage with Anna yet... He still had so many regrets... he couldn't die... he didn't want to die!
Looking at Superior Spider-Man kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly, the surrounding little Spider-Men had varied expressions. Some were thoughtful, some showed disdain, and some felt sympathy...
As for Peter, he smiled, his smile being very sarcastic:
"Look, this is the Superior Spider-Man who wants to surpass all Spider-Men."
"This is the Superior Spider-Man who repeatedly talked about the law of the jungle, and that the weak deserve to sacrifice for the strong!"
"Mr. Superior Spider-Man, where is your jungle law!"
"Why didn't you, the weakling, obediently go die? Why do you still show this kind of ugly state?"
Kneeling on the ground, Superior Spider-Man's body shook massively. Every single word of Peter's made his spine bend down a fraction involuntarily, until finally he couldn't even raise his head.
Seeing his appearance, Peter couldn't help but let out a cold laugh:
"Humph, in the final analysis, that high-sounding rhetoric of yours is nothing but a double standard before the butcher's knife falls on your own head!"
He grabbed Superior Spider-Man's hair, forcing him to look toward that group of little Spider-Men with complex expressions behind him:
"Look at them."
"You view them as cannon fodder, view them as idiots, view them as existences a level lower than you."
"But when their lives and the safety of others are placed on the scale to be weighed together, all of them will choose to run toward death without any hesitation!"
"And what about you?"
"What are you doing right now?"
"Between you and them, who is actually more noble? Who is more lowly?"
Dead silence. The office fell into a patch of bizarre dead silence.
Superior Spider-Man opened his mouth, yet could not emit half a bit of sound, with only the fires of shame and fear repeatedly burning his soul.
These words of Peter's, and the gazes of those surrounding little Spider-Men ranging from anger to disdain—all of this was like a sharp knife, peeling away layer by layer that high-sounding shell he had worked hard to package, making his ugly and cowering soul inside be exposed stark naked under the sunlight.
Superior Spider-Man's body shook like a sieve. He secretly wanted to deny it, yet could not even raise the courage to open his mouth to defend himself.
Looking at his humble appearance, Peter couldn't help but shake his head, giving the final verdict:
"The strong draw their knives toward the stronger; the weak raise their knives toward the weaker."
"Otto Octavius... what kind of Spider-Man are you?"
"In my eyes, let alone surpassing other Spider-Men to become the so-called Superior Spider-Man..."
"You don't even have the qualification to become Spider-Man!"
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