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Chapter 289 I despise people who discriminate against others the most
"Peter, do you remember what you started for?"

Peter only realized this when Tony Stark, who had the same face but was a stranger, asked Spider-Man Peter Parker a question.

“Sir, my initial intention was to make people forget that I am Spider-Man…” Peter replied to Stark.

"So now everyone in your world knows that Peter Parker is Spider-Man, and people from other worlds who know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man have also been brought into your world."

"Do you think that we are all the people who came from other worlds?"

"You've only considered what's in front of you, while many more people from other worlds are inexplicably trapped in your world."

"What you should care about most is getting us people back to our own world."

“How do you know these people will face death once they return to their own world?” Stark asked.

“We corroborate each other,” said Dr. Octopus.

Stark nodded to Dr. Otto, who was bound by his mechanical tentacles.

“Can you tell us about it?” Stark asked.

"At my point in time, Norman Osborn died a few years ago from being stabbed in the body by a blade on a hang glider made by his company."

"In my timeline, Dr. Otto died in the river a few years ago, along with his nuclear reactor," the Sandman said.

“Peter, in my opinion, the deaths of these gentlemen are a foregone conclusion. Their deaths precisely demonstrate that your rescue efforts had no effect on changing their fate.” Stark looked at Peter.

“Mr. Stark…” The young Spider-Man, Peter Parker, quietly looked at Tony Stark.

"Yes, really?"

"Yeah, right?"

Peter Parker's heart was wavering.

“Mr. Stark, it suddenly occurred to me, what if I had been persuaded by you to return you to your original world, and that’s why nothing changed?” Peter waited for Stark’s answer.

"Forget it, why are we dwelling on this?" someone on the roadside interjected.

"This discussion will go on forever."

“Including the few of us, we can keep these gentlemen in check, right? We can help Peter get what he wants to do, since Peter won’t be able to see what happens to us after we return to our original world,” Lu Bian said.

“That makes sense.” Stark nodded.

Peter looked at Stark, and his eyes lit up.

"My God, Mr. Stark, you're much easier to talk to than the Mr. Stark I know!!"

"If you're willing to help me, we'll finish it quickly."

“There’s a Stark Industries all-purpose manufacturing machine in Happy’s apartment…”

“Wait, Peter,” Stark interrupted Peter.

"I haven't done my own scientific research for a long time; I am now a mage."

Stark reverted to the Sorcerer Supreme's attire in front of Peter Parker, looking exactly like Doctor Strange.

"The multiverse theory suggests that anything is possible, and the fate that happens to each person will vary to some extent."

"Oh~!!" Peter's eyes widened.

"Mr. Stark, you've become the Sorcerer Supreme!! Wow! Unbelievable!!"

"If Strange wants to use Kafka's spell to make the world forget that you are Spider-Man, I can do that too."

Peter laughed, feeling incredibly relaxed.

He felt very safe as long as Tony Stark was by his side.

“Sir, I have a question that is unrelated to what’s going on right now,” Peter said.

“Go ahead and ask.” “Did you defeat Thanos? How did you defeat him?” Peter asked.

"It's very simple."

"I threw Thanos into the sun."

"It's just a matter of opening a portal."

In the world of Sorcerer Supreme Stark, the Space Stone, Time Stone, and Reality Stone were all in his possession, while Thanos only possessed the Power Stone and the Soul Stone. Stark used the power of the three stones to separate the Power Stone from Thanos, ensuring that Thanos's physical body could be killed by the power of a star before throwing this cosmic tyrant into the sun.

“Peter, you should be grateful,” Stark said.

"Your world is still relatively stable, and the people coming are just minor figures from Earth. If it were a big shot like Thanos, things would get very complicated."

Peter broke out in a cold sweat.

At that moment, he finally realized how dangerous the accident he had caused was, even though he couldn't see it.

“I’ll get it done quickly.” Peter turned and went to the back balcony to continue using Stark Industries’ universal manufacturing machine to create solutions for Sandman, Electro, Doctor Octopus, Green Goblin, and Professor Lizard.

Upon learning that this Mr. Stark from another world was a sorcerer, Peter realized that he would have to handle the scientific matters on his own.

"Would you like some water?" Aunt May asked Stark and the other three.

"Thank you," Stark said, expressing his gratitude.

Electro Max nervously glanced at the roadside and Logan.

He vaguely sensed that these two seemed to have the ability to restrain him.

"What are you looking at?" Logan immediately noticed Electro Max's little action.

"What are your abilities?" Electro Max asked.

"this."

Logan extended his steel claw at Max, but it was only the middle claw.

Logan could clearly sense Max's thoughts; this black man was a bad guy.

“Are you discriminating against me?” Max asked.

“No.” Logan retracted his steel claws.

“Don’t let power corrupt your heart,” the roadside man said to Max.

“I can sense that you feel you are not the person you used to be, that you should not be bullied anymore, that you should take revenge for all the injustices you suffered in the past, and that you have the power to punish anyone.”

"...And who do you think you are?!"

Max was enraged by the roadside preaching, and he raised his hand to release the electrical energy within his body towards the roadside.

The electric arcs had no effect on Max, who was standing on the roadside; in fact, Max felt his energy rapidly draining away.

"I am completely immune to your abilities; you've chosen the wrong opponent."

The hand reached out to Electro Max from the roadside and instantly drained all the electricity it had taken from Electro's body, leaving him with only the basic neuro-bioelectricity necessary for his bodily functions.

Max was stunned, as were Dr. Otto and the Sandman sitting next to Max.

“Peter, it’s just a small problem, you keep going!” Stark called out to Peter on the back balcony.

He sat down next to Max, a Black man, on the roadside, and the two squeezed into a sofa.

He tilted his head to Max's side and asked, "I've heard that Black people are actually the most racist. Did you hit me just now because you couldn't stand me, a yellow-skinned person, lecturing you?"

When confronted with questions from the roadside, Max's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)