Chapter 2157: Ultimate New World (36)_1

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. office of Nick Fury, a portal abruptly appeared. A frantic Spider Silk emerged in Nick's office.

"Nick, Nick! I can't sense Spider Man's life sign anymore. I..."

Spider Silk didn't find Nick, but she saw the communicator flickering with a red light on Nick's desk.

Spider Silk hesitated, then approached it. She knew it was just a backup communicator, and Nick should have others. He must have heard everything already. This way, she wasn't exactly eavesdropping.

So Spider Silk stepped forward and hit the play button. A familiar voice came from within.

"Hello, Director Fury, this is Spider Man. Through my communication device, you should be able to determine which universe's Spider Man I am. Right now, I should tell you something, I am dying…"

Spider Silk quietly listened to everything Spider Man said. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, propped her hand on the table, feeling somewhat weak and powerless.

She just knew it, she just knew it. If Spider Man didn't leave voluntarily, then who could kill him?

It's not that simple, thought Spider Silk, Nick Fury may possess some control over the Spider Totem, but he can't choose who becomes Spider Man. Otherwise, given his tendency to recruit men from all around the world, wouldn't he end up creating 3 billion Spider Men?

The Spider Totem is the totem of Spider Man. Even though he chooses Spider Man, he too is controlled by the collective will of the Spider Men, or else Nick wouldn't have gotten the control rights.

Spider Silk clenched her fists so tightly that she drew blood from biting her lips, but in the end, she let out a sigh and forwarded this audio message to the Spider App group.

The Spider-Men broke out in chaos.

But can they even discuss an outcome?

The Amazing Spiderman was right. Now, there is a foggy space that no one can understand. Amazing Spiderman can survive in there, but which Spider Man wants just to survive?

They are too late to save Spider Man now. They knew that less than a second after this audio is sent, Spider Man must have already turned his back to the foggy space that kept him alive.

Which means, in this timeline, Spider Man is most likely already dead. They must fulfill his last wish.

The Spider-Men decided to use their collective will again to influence the Spider Totem, transferring this universe Spider Man's abilities and identity to Bruce Wayne.

Spider Man walked into the fog without looking back. Bruce stared wide-eyed in shock. He immediately stood up to chase after him, but he was wounded and had to stop to rest after only a few steps.

He doesn't have time to worry about this anymore. He must go back to the Golden Gate Bridge to rescue people.

To save them, though, he would need strength, but right now, he has none. Not that he's afraid to die bravely, but dying will serve no purpose and save no one.

Bruce forced himself to calm down and consider what Spider Man's last words meant. After lingering in place for many minutes, he finally regained his composure.

The final transmission from Spider Man was likely meant for someone specific, and that person might have the power to control, or at least influence, who would receive Spider Man's power.

So Spider Man wanted to commit suicide and pass on his power to him, but the problem was, how would he ever acquire such an ability?

A spider. Yes, a spider. Spider Man had told him to find a spider. The bite that had broken his skin was probably not an accident. It was some mystical requirement for the transition of power.

But the question now is, where can he find a spider?

Bruce started to feel a headache. Leaving aside the fact that he's amidst the chaos on the Golden Gate Bridge, even the surrounding areas that had not yet been affected were urbanized to a great extent. There was scant space for spiders. Was he going to have to search half the city to find a single spider?

But just at that moment, Bruce saw two beams of light come on in the depth of the fog. It was the light from a car's headlights!

It's his own car...he previously saw a blood-soaked version of himself in the car!

Bruce immediately widened his eyes. The moment the car passed, he indeed saw another uninjured version of himself.

No, he hadn't heard him, and he couldn't read lips… Aisha! Aisha was in the car!

He made the most of the fleeting moment as the car passed, shouting.

"Spider!!!!!!!!!!"

Aisha, who was being held back by a woman with a child outside the disaster area, suddenly had a revelation. Wasn't the bloody Bruce they just saw the same one they had encountered in the fog on their drive earlier?

Then, Aisha saw that a fog had risen on the Golden Gate Bridge.

She immediately deduced everything. The timeline in the Fog Realm was chaotic. The past meeting the future, the future meeting the present, all were commonplace. Therefore, the bloody Bruce they had met was very likely from the future, their present.

While on the damaged Golden Gate Bridge, Bruce once again entered the Fog Realm through the fog and encountered his past self, driving his car out from the fog.

That Bruce had shouted a single word.

Aisha saw it too, but she had been pondering the relationship between Bruce and Batman at that time, so she hadn't considered it immediately.

Now that she has, she can remember every move the bloody Bruce made, including the shape of his mouth.

Aisha can read lips.

"... Spider?"

Aisha mimicked Bruce's mouth shape, ending up saying the word, but she didn't understand. What about the spider? What's happening with the spider?

Wait a minute, Spider Man! Why isn't Spider Man here?

The Golden Gate Bridge had such a serious incident, Captain America has gathered all members of The Avengers to help with the disaster relief. If Spider Man were alive, there's no way he wouldn't be here.

Spider Man is already dead.

Then Bruce can inherit Spider Man's power, but there is a prerequisite: he must be bitten by a spider.

That's why Bruce shouted 'Spider'.

Understanding everything, Aisha didn't delay for a second. She immediately jumped down from the woman's arms and stood before her, asking, "Where can I find spiders?"

"Spiders? What spiders?" the woman asked, slightly puzzled.

"Tell me quickly, where can I find spiders? Where have you seen the most spiders?!"

Even though the woman didn't understand, she still pointed Aisha in one direction, "There's a park over there. Inside it is a forest. When I was taking a walk before, I saw many spider webs. There must be spiders there."

Aisha immediately took to the air. Under the surprised gaze of the woman, she flew in the direction indicated.

Not long after, she brought her hands together as if carefully carrying something, and then flew above the surface of the Golden Gate Bridge just to land on it.

The next second, Bruce rushed out from the fog, and Aisha directly threw the spider onto him.

Bruce didn't have the time to deal with the spider. He frantically ran in the direction of the little girl.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

Boom!!!

The missile arrived as expected, the dust from the explosion rose, and a shadow was thrown out, hitting the ground hard.

It was Bruce, he was still alive, and so was the little girl.

He put down the little girl, walked to an overturned truck, put his hand in the gap between the truck's front and the ground, and applied a slight force with his arm.

The truck was flipped over.

Solidly, without a second's hesitation, it was flipped over and then crash landed back on the ground.

Bruce took a deep breath. He gained strength, once again.

"Good Lord, how did you do that?" The people around, staring agape, cried out, "Why would you…"

"Because I am Bat...Spider-Man."

The half-vanished Spider-Man stepped into the dense fog. He knew that the moment he left this foggy space he would die, but he didn't feel fear, he even felt relieved.

Everyone has to die, there is no saying that Spider-Man is immortal. But compared to natural death, he truly preferred this way because he knew that many people would be saved due to his decision.

Spider-Man has been hoping to save people, hoping to save everyone.

The fog was getting thinner and thinner. He knew that if he took one more step his time would resume, pain would overflow, and blood would gush out. He couldn't help but imagine the scene of his own death.

It wouldn't look too pretty. Spider-Man shrugged, realizing that now he only had one shoulder to shrug with.

Splat!

With one step forward, Spider-Man convulsed and fell to the ground. The holes in his body started to bleed profusely. The incomplete organs couldn't function, muscles tightened instinctively, but Spider-Man, without any will to survive, loosened his clenched hands soon after.

Unaware of the time, his blood slowly filled the ground more and more, until it seemed as if his whole body was lying on a red carpet.

The fog was getting thicker.

Maybe it was days, or years. In this time and space confusion, time lost its meaning.

A finger joint twitched slightly, then the entire palm, the muscles of his shoulder and chest also began to fluctuate slightly.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Some air was forced out from his lungs. After who knows how long he regained autonomous breathing, Peter slowly opened his eyes.

Heaven or Hell?

Peter hoped it was Hell, because if there were limited spots in Heaven, it would be better to leave them for others.

But the flames weren't this color. And if this was Heaven, wasn't the visibility a bit too low?

Peter was thinking cloudily. After a long while, he was able to control his body and slowly crawled up.

The blood on his body remained and his clothes had several holes, but the blood on the ground was gone. Peter found that the road beneath him had turned into dirt now reflecting a dark red glow.

Peter brushed off the dirt on his body and slowly stood up. He turned his head and froze on the spot.

There was a gigantic black sun.

It was hanging right in front of Peter, and behind it, in the dense fog, was countless gigantic eyes and mouths.

"Who are you?" Peter asked involuntarily because he felt the other party had intelligence and could be communicated with.

The mouth in the fog moved.

"You died so that others might live."

"…I didn't." Peter shook his head and said, "They were already living. Disasters that shouldn't have happened caused their deaths. I just made things return to normal."

The black sun silently stared at him.

Peter continued to say, "Every person should live a good life, not experience any hardship, and be forever happy and peaceful."

"Disasters prevented them from doing so, subjected them to tribulation and even death. What I did wasn't saving them, but making things they shouldn't have suffered disappear, letting people receive what they should."

"I'm not a savior, I'm just Spider-Man."