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Chapter 261 The Resurrected

"It's alright." Facing Reed's concern, Bai Ye waved his hand dismissively and said, "I believe my luck is pretty good."

"luck……"

Reed's lips twitched. This kind of thing was so vague and unreliable.

But only Bai Ye knew that fate was something elusive and intangible to others.

For Bai Ye, however, it was almost something he could barely predict.

As his three-dimensional attributes increased, he also discovered that his various attributes were developing towards the conceptual system, possessing a variety of [characteristics].

For example, his current self-healing ability means that he can no longer be injured by ordinary things.

What does that mean?

Even an attack powerful enough to destroy a star would vanish without a trace the moment it hits Bai Ye.

Because the wound is left in the past, it has nothing to do with the present, and it cannot spread into the future.

Of course, even without this ability, his health bar is already thicker than his experience bar.

It doesn't need to rely on self-healing abilities; as long as the experience bar is full, it can instantly recover and improve its physique to the next level.

His spiritual attributes naturally allow him to foresee good and bad fortune, achieving an effect similar to divination.

Right now, his mind is telling him, no problem, just pick any world to jump to, it doesn't matter.

So, following her heart's guidance, Bai Ye gently pressed the random teleportation function under Reed's tense gaze, and her figure disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Almost instantly, Bai Ye could feel his eyes seeing the entire multiverse unfold before him.

Looking at the colorful array before me, each piece radiating different lights and shapes.

Some are neat and independent like marbles, while others are densely connected like a spider web, and still others are universes that infinitely split and expand outwards, with a style similar to cartoon animation.

Here, the universe, which most people could hardly explore in a lifetime, is displayed as an exhibit, with so many that it seems endless.

By simply observing randomly, Bai Ye could see many universes being destroyed and born. This was a world more infinite than infinity, but with his current strength, he simply couldn't see them all.

Because Bai Ye's strength is still weak, he hasn't even reached the level of a single universe, so his vision can't penetrate into those universes. With the help of the shuttle, he was quickly sucked into one of the worlds.

On Earth, seeing that the connection with the White Night watch was working perfectly, Reed breathed a sigh of relief.

At least they haven't lost contact, and it's possible for them to come back if they want to.

"Inform Mr. Stark that a time traveler has been discovered in the Indian region, and His Majesty wishes to capture him alive," Reed said to the researcher beside him.

Upon hearing that she had been captured alive, Gwen, who was watching from the side, also felt relieved.

After watching the Convict Games, she no longer believes her organization can compete with this world full of hidden talents.

Any one of those superpowered individuals could easily defeat 90% of the organization's members; in terms of combat power alone, there's absolutely no comparison.

Meanwhile, in the Indianapolis, seven Spider-Men dressed in different outfits sat together, observing everything before them.

"To be honest, this Earth in this world seems pretty good," a Spider-Man dressed in what looks like armor remarked as he invaded the network.

"The tranquility of peace and the madness of dictatorship are intertwined."

An electronic version of Spider-Man said in a slightly electronic voice, "Judging from reality alone, this is the most peaceful Earth I have encountered since I traveled through the universe. It is peaceful like never before."

The man dressed in a Stars and Stripes spider suit said coldly, "Put collars around everyone's necks and use force to suppress the world. I wonder how long this peace can last."

"Don't be careless. One of our members has already gone missing in this universe. We don't know what kind of terrible torture he has suffered. We'd better be cautious," said another Spider-Man with a long sword on his back, looking quite ancient.

Just as the seven Spider-Men were discussing among themselves, a phone call came from a nearby prison. When the warden saw the caller's nickname, his expression immediately turned serious.

"Mr. President, what are your orders?" the warden of the Indian district asked sternly.

"President Stark is looking for Mahiva tea! Okay, I'll go and inform him right away."

Holding the phone, the warden hurriedly ran towards the depths of the prison, where, at the very back, sat a man with long hair reaching his back and a burly build.

Hearing hurried footsteps in the distance, the man opened his eyes and said, "Zakir, what's the matter?"

"It's a call from President Stark, asking you to go on a mission to capture a group of guys alive."

"There are seven intruders in total, right near you. Capture anyone or anything that looks red and black, or that is associated with spiders. Oh, and there's a watch like this on their wrist."

After the warden finished speaking, a 3D image appeared in front of Mashiva Tea, showing Peter's old photos as Spider-Man and the Dimensional Travel Watch.

"This is the person His Majesty wants. You can be released from prison after this job is done," the warden said, handing the tracking device to the other person.

"Is this the person His Majesty wants to capture alive? I will definitely complete the mission."

Mashiwacha slowly rose to his feet, the shadow cast by the lamplight behind him directly enveloping the warden's body.

He took the device, put it on his eyes, and leaped forward. His body instantly broke through the reinforced concrete enclosure, creating a crater several meters wide before disappearing from sight.

Three minutes later, in a desolate area of ​​New Delhi, a towering figure, resembling a demon, blocked the path of the seven.

"Hey buddy, you're blocking our way," a hippie Spider-Man said as he stepped forward, but the next second everyone's expression changed in unison as their spider-senses kicked in.

"This is bad; the visitor is up to no good."

This was the first thought in the minds of the seven Spider-Men; they wanted to dodge but could only watch as the opponent's fist, the size of a sandbag, drew ever closer.

"boom!"

The hippie Spider-Man felt a jolt in his brain before losing consciousness and being deeply embedded in the earth.

Seeing their teammate's shriveled brain and the blood squeezing from his seven orifices, the other Spider-Men looked grim. He was definitely dead.

"I am Mashiwacha, who once received His Majesty's autograph. Now I am going to capture you alive. Remember my name!" Mashiwacha said proudly.

"Who asked you?" several Spider-Men cursed under their breath, looking at their lifeless teammates. "Is this what you call capturing them alive?"

"Yes, this is a resurrection job. As long as you haven't been dead for more than half an hour, I can use my internal energy to bring you all back to life."

Mashiva clenched his fist and said coldly, "So, you don't need to be afraid of being killed by me next."

(End of this chapter)