I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Damons glanced at Jennie, who was engrossed in reading a book beside him, and said, "I'm starving, I'm getting as skinny as you, Jennie."

Jennie put down his book. "Spare me. I don't care about wasting food. It's the wasting time that bothers me. I'd rather spend my time on things that I find meaningful."

Jenks said he prefers reading books and researching something meaningful.

"You're such a hypocrite, Jennie."

Dammons called him out, "You clearly wanted to eat more than anyone else just now."

Thorus, his eyes glowing with an eerie red light, stared at his children. “What a volatile bunch of children, so impatient. Look, your brother has returned. He has come back from hell, through the land of death.”

"Click! Click! Click!"

Molen strode in, carrying a Spider-Man figure on his back.

Everyone stared at him in astonishment, never expecting that he would hunt spiders after being resurrected.

Solus looked at his favorite son with satisfaction.

He looked toward the master weaver on the enormous woven web in the center of the room and asked, “Tell me, master weaver, has my son cleared away the totems of that world this time?”

"Earth 9105, Lord Solus."

The master craftsman reported to him, "This is a kingdom composed of great pharaohs."

With a gloomy expression, Molun said to the Weaver Master, "These words are blasphemous to the gods. Weaver, I should cut out your tongue for the lies you have uttered. We are the inheritors, and even the gods cannot be called great in front of us."

"Boom!"

Walking to the table, Morlen placed Spider-Man on it.

"In the myriad worlds and myriad dimensions, in every moment of time and space, we hold a supreme position."

He looked around at his brothers and sisters, "Now, let's get started."

"Wait a minute."

Thorus said to Moron, “Let us hear what tribute you have brought us, Moron.”

Before Morren could speak, Brix interjected, "The offering I brought carries a sweet irony: this spider totem is a vampire."

Not to be outdone, Bora pointed to a spider head on the table and said, "I brought a humanoid spider, which is much more powerful."

Brix glared at her sister. "What world are you in? All you've offered up is a useless spider."

Bora glared and retorted, "This is just one that came along. Didn't you see there's another one here? This is a freebie. Double the spiders, double the quantity—I clearly won!"

"I can kill a bunch of spiders; you have no idea how powerful I am."

Brix gritted her teeth. "Your power? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lost to that Spider-Man back then."

When Brix mentioned Peter, everyone's expressions turned serious.

Furna put down her glass, looking thoughtful.

"You two idiots, you were defeated by a Spider-Man, and you even had that piece of trash Kahn save you."

Damiens looked at his two younger siblings with displeasure. "You have brought shame upon the entire family."

"He's different."

Bora retorted defiantly, "Even if our eldest brother was killed by him, what's so strange about our defeat?"

When Molen heard the other person mention him, his face darkened.

"Hmph, that only proves you're all trash. No Spider-Man can stand a chance against us, don't you think? Big brother, I can avenge you and go to that world to eat him up!"

"Don't touch that world, that—is—mine!"

Molen stepped forward and threatened viciously, "You selfish idiot!"

Damons' glass was knocked over, and he jumped up to face Morren. "You spilled my wine, you idiot!"

Molen wouldn't tolerate him and grabbed his collar.

Damiens immediately retaliated, grabbing his hand, and the two began to wrestle.

Molen: "You gluttonous pig! Do you understand what that world means to me!"

Damons sneered, "I understand all too well. That tiny, fragile planet, and that tasteless totem—you wouldn't even have the chance to run home and cry in front of your parents if he wiped you out."

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to eat you!"

Enraged, Moron roared and opened his mouth.

He wants to devour the other person!

"enough!"

With a loud thud, Thorus slammed his fist on the table.

"You all please stop it!"

After everyone quieted down, Solus said with a grim face, "I have known the location of the other person for some time now, as well as the bride, and even the descendants. I know every line in the web of life and destiny, don't you agree, Master Weaver?"

The master weaver replied respectfully, "Yes, Lord Solus."

“Look at that tapestry, children, never forget that we hold this loom in the heart of reality, and we also possess this giant net. Tell me, what do they mean to you, Bora, Brix?”

Bora lowered her head and thought for a moment, “The Giant Web is a game, a father, a chessboard, a sports field.”

Brix added, “A place where we reward and punish others, the weavers tell us, is a place where we can play to our hearts' content until the end of the world.”

Jennies looked up and said, “A secret, a puzzle. The Weaver told me that my research would never be able to unravel its hidden secrets, and I took it as a challenge.”

The silent Verna said, "This is a hunting ground created in infinite dimensions. It allows me to roam freely through countless worlds, reap the blood of others, and then be rewarded with the glory of blood."

Damiens sneered and said, “It is a license, a great father, a license to indulge in pleasure, a license to be free from responsibility, and the Weaver told me that you will outlive me, and I will never have to face the responsibility of being crowned.”

After a pause, he continued, "And that means centuries of fine wine and food await me!"

Molen looked at Thorus and said, “I know very well what that means, Father. I don’t need the Weaver to tell me that it is my legacy, and as its heir, it is also my responsibility, a responsibility as heavy as all history, a responsibility that I must bear alone.”

Thorus looked at Moron, “We are near, my son. The Great Web is everything. It is everywhere, reaching all territories. It is our empire, its myriad threads all under our control. It makes us the heirs of all things in the world.”

"No, it's not yours! You're just a bunch of thieves!"

Spider-Man, lying on the table, gasped for breath and said, "The spiders straddle the giant web, we won't run away, we... we'll stop you, perhaps."

With all his remaining strength, he said to the group, "Perhaps you possess great power, but we are always burdened by responsibility."

Before he could finish speaking, Morlen grabbed his head, ripped off his mask, and revealed a scarred face resembling Peter Parker's.

"Shut up! Parker, stop your speech! I've had enough of your boring spider sermons. You just need to remember that you and your kind have only one purpose: to become our food!"

Thorus looked at Moron with satisfaction. "Well said, my son. Now, let's begin our dinner."

"Eat, my children, devour them!"

After half an hour.

After enjoying her delicious Spider-Man treat, Verna prepared to go outside for some fresh air.

As a result, the maid rushed over in a panic.

"Ms. Verna, something has happened!"

"what?"

"Those hunting dogs, the hunting dogs brought back from Earth 999, are all dead."

Verna frowned. "Didn't I tell you to feed them to the other hounds?"

“We intended to do that, but they were already dead before that.”

The maid said to her with a look of horror, "And their manner of death was rather unusual; their chests were ripped open, and it seemed as if something was crawling out of them."

"Take me to the scene."

"Yes, ma'am."

Soon Verna arrived at the hounds' living area.

This was an underground passage that smelled musty, and the stone rooms inside were filled with her hunting dogs.

Vulture, Green Goblin, Kraven the Hunter, and other villains who were plundered from other universes became her hunting dogs.

Standing in the room reeking of blood, looking at the vulture lying on the ground with a large hole in its chest, Verna bent down.

The internal lacerations nearly tore through the ribs and blood vessels, and blood splattered everywhere.

Did something escape from inside?

Verna stood up, a sudden, inexplicable unease creeping into her heart.

The creature emerging from it seemed to pose a significant threat to her.

After pondering for a while, she instructed her maid, "Feed their bodies to the other hunting dogs, and don't tell anyone about this."

"Yes, ma'am."

As she stepped out of the dungeon and looked up at the two moons in the sky, her brows furrowed even more deeply.

Earth 616 main universe.

Peter righteously and firmly rejected the black cat's temptation.

The key was that he knew this woman wasn't as honest as Gwen.

If someone offers you a treat, it's highly likely they're setting a trap.

“You don’t have to present yourself as a good person, Peter.”

The black cat stretched and moved a little closer to him.

"So you don't need to worry about anything, like doing bad things, because we are all bad people."

"I do mind it."

Peter sighed and looked at the black cat. "Because I know you're not the kind of person who would let bad guys get away with it so easily."

"Hmm, that's certainly very likely."

The black cat pretended to think for a moment, "How will you know if you don't try? Maybe I'll give in."

“I’m not willing to take any risks. Let’s get down to business. We need to speed things up.”

The black cat stroked the spider cat's ear and asked, "What important matter?"