American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

Diana knelt on the stone ground in a secluded part of the cave, the dagger in her left hand gleaming with a dark red enchanted light.

She has already severed the cartilage at the joint, and the most painful part is over. Now, only a thin layer of skin and flesh connects the severed arm and shoulder.

Her forehead was pressed against the stone wall, and she was panting heavily.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground, mixing with blood to turn into dark red mud.

She was forcing herself to stay awake. The knife tip sliced ​​through the last layer of flesh, and the severed arm, without support, fell to the ground with a dull thud, like a heavy bag hitting the ground.

She didn't look at the arm. She put down the dagger, pressed the severed wound with her left hand, and red light surged from her palm, sealing the broken blood vessels and scorching the exposed flesh. It felt like someone was pressing a branding iron on her shoulder, and she trembled again from the pain.

Peter's voice came from behind him.

He had walked over sometime earlier and sat down next to her, so close that she could feel the warmth of his body: "Why bother?"

Diana didn't look at him; she looked down at the severed arm on the ground—the right arm that had been separated from her body and was still twitching slightly, its fingers half-curled as if grasping at something.

"I read in a book," she said, "that burning the flesh and blood of the noble can bring the dead back to life. I think I should qualify, so I want to try."

"You don't need to do that," he said.

"I know," Diana finally turned her head, looking at him with her blue eyes, calmly uttering each word from her black lips, "but I chose to do it this way."

Peter opened his mouth as if to say something, but then remained silent.

He knew that Diana's motivation for doing so was not some vague feeling a young girl had for a man who suddenly appeared in her barren world, but rather a spirit that was already being sung in the heroic world he came from, a spirit that was much nobler.

He respected Diana's choice and would remember this moment for the rest of his life.

He bent down, reached out, and picked up the severed arm from the ground.

His arm was heavier than he had imagined, and the muscles were still slightly spasming. His fingers curled up in his palm, as if in response to his touch.

He held his severed arm in his arms, stood up, and reached out his other hand to Diana.

Diana looked at his hand and put her left hand in it.

Her hands were cold and covered in dried blood.

Peter gripped her hand and pulled her up from the ground.

"Let's go," she said.

When they arrived at Cecilia's room, Diana woke up her mother, who was still fast asleep.

As Cecilia looked at Diana's severed arm, at the lifeless arm in Peter's arms, at Diana's empty right shoulder, at her blood-soaked clothes, the witch banished by the gods shed tears.

Diana sat down at the head of her mother's bedside, and Cersei took her left hand: "What have you done, Diana..."

Diana confided in her mother, "I did what I had to do, Mom."

For the past few days, I haven't been able to stop thinking about one question: what kind of person do I want to become?

If I am a great warrior, if one day I am to become an even greater warrior... or in your words, to become the savior of humanity...

Then the first thing I do for humanity cannot fail.

Send back their greatest hero, who searched for hope alone, whether or not that hero belongs to our world.

To save a world, you only need one good person.

He was a test, a test of whether I was a great warrior. If so, then the dominant hand of a great warrior would be a worthy sacrifice.

The mother and daughter, who depended on each other for survival in this land of no mercy, embraced each other tightly.

On the shore of Wild Island, Peter piled up willow logs and placed the severed arm into the firewood.

Cersei used magic to ignite the willow wood, and green flames rose from it, along with thick green smoke.

The eerie green flames illuminated everything around them in a green light. The mother and daughter raised their hands to the fire and chanted ritual incantations.

The flames burned brighter and brighter, and Peter's palms began to turn transparent.

He looked at the two people who were concentrating on chanting the incantation and said softly, "We will meet again soon."

After saying this, Peter vanished completely from the Land of No Mercy.

Diana stared blankly at the spot where Peter had disappeared for a long time before returning with her mother to the cave she called home.

……

"A messenger from hell—400 aunties!" On a coast somewhere in the United States, Peter, whose flesh and blood were rapidly regenerating, struck a flamboyant pose just like Toei's Spider-Man.

The feeling of drafts in his crotch made him realize that he wasn't wearing any clothes. He glanced at the deserted coastline, channeled his mental energy to form a hand seal, and attempted to summon a spatial artifact.

A golden light flew from the depths of the ocean; the magical artifacts forged by the alchemist master of Kamar-Taj were indeed not so easily damaged.

The artifact was a bracelet, which Peter put on his wrist and took out a nanotech suit.

Nanoparticles covered his body and, under Peter's control, transformed into a black suit.

Peter took out a mirror, looked at his handsome face, and nodded in satisfaction: "The most handsome man ever—400 middle-aged women!"

The suit transformed into a steel spider suit, and Peter soared into the air.

……

Two weeks later, in a high-end apartment on West 53rd Street in Midtown Manhattan, Peter took the takeout delivered by the apartment manager from the door and sat on the sofa in the spacious living room to eat.

This apartment has a monthly rent of over $10 and offers excellent privacy; all outsiders need to go through a strict procedure to enter.

Did Peter rent this apartment for privacy? No, he simply wanted to enjoy the thrill of spending money lavishly.

Over the past two weeks, Peter has hacked into the vast majority of networked servers on Earth, gaining access to the majority of intelligence on the planet.

Currently, superheroes such as Batman, Superman, and The Flash have not yet made their debut.

Other universes have the Justice League's Watchtower, Batman's Brother Eye satellite, Superman's Lonely Fortress monitoring system, and Cyborg, but the absolute universe's network defense is practically nonexistent.

The firewalls built by governments and corporations are simply no match for the attacks from the AI ​​jointly created by the most intelligent people in the Marvel Universe.

Originally, I was thinking of using the precious metals I brought to exchange for money or to rob a few criminal groups to raise start-up capital for my business, but now that's no longer necessary.

Peter is no exaggeration to say that he is now the richest man on earth.

However, having money alone is not enough; wealth must be transformed into a force that can change the world, which requires many absolutely powerful and absolutely loyal executors.

Peter had actually wanted to do this at Marvel, but unfortunately, there wasn't a suitable environment for it.

The internet is being watched by individuals and forces such as Tony Stark, S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, the Fantastic Four, and Wakanda, while in reality, Peter has seen through the disguises of no fewer than a hundred agents in New York.

Establishing a secret organization over there would be too difficult.

Having finally arrived in a relatively clean universe, Peter naturally wanted to show off his skills.

Claiming to be Marvel's savior, he decides to recruit his own angels and establish his own heavenly organization.