Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 296 2099 Spider-Man

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As we all know, Spider-Man is one of the most admired and even top three most beloved hero characters, and perhaps the only one Marvel can pull out to compete with Batman and Superman.

But in this one universe—universe 2099.

There exists a special Spider-Man here.

From a comic book perspective, Spider-Man should come from the main universe, specifically the past timeline of Universe 616.

Spider-Man, whose body is controlled by Doctor Octopus, can also be called Octopus Parker.

That's the guy who once complained that Spider-Man could kill them with one punch, but he didn't.

Perhaps in the near future, he will return his body to his original self in the main universe, but for some reason, he accidentally fell into this universe and used it as a base to fight against some terrifying beings.

However, from an anime perspective, the protagonist of Universe 2099 is not from the main universe, but rather a scientist from a universe called Universe 928.

Miguel O'Hara.

He was originally doing research for Alchemy Star, where he began to try to improve human health by altering the genes of various animals.

Unfortunately, just like countless times with Spider-Man, he became addicted to a special, addictive substance under the influence of his own boss.

To save himself, he injected himself with a serum similar to that of a spider.

However, due to some unexpected events, he is not like the ordinary Spider-Man.

First, his genes became half human and half spider. Simultaneously, a pair of sharp barbs appeared on his feet and fingers—

Remember, not the small, barbed spikes that Spider-Man had for climbing walls, but the sharp, blade-like spikes that grow directly from between his fingers.

These spikes help him gain excellent cutting ability and grip, allowing him to scale walls and rooftops.

Like the first Spider-Man, he can also secrete special spider silk from his body, and even adjust the proportion of the silk and the shooting force through his own muscles.

Then—it doesn't have the so-called spider sense, but rather has extraordinary vision and hearing, making it a somewhat alternative version.

Then, spider-like fangs grew from his mouth, which could secrete a very potent neurotoxin to render enemies unconscious.

In short, due to various reasons, this Spider-Man has begun to replace the role of Cyclops Parker in the comics, becoming one of the founders who have successfully mobilized the entire Spider-Man team.

Meanwhile, he uses his universe in 2099 as his final base, commanding countless Spider-Men and taking care of the mess Miles has recently caused.

For example, right now.

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"That's enough!"

Miguel O'Hara's voice echoed in the empty hall, like a hard stone hitting an iron plate, carrying an undeniable authority.

His fingers pounded hard on the metal table in front of him, producing a dull "thump, thump, thump." The sharp barbs growing from his knuckles gleamed coldly under the light, like the claws of a wild beast.

"Do you know that what you did back then didn't really end anything—instead, it created countless holes in the web, causing countless Spider-Men to fly around everywhere!"

And those so-called supervillains, they travel around with you as their center!

His voice rose higher and higher, like a tightly wound string about to snap, "And now—I'm cleaning up your messes!"

His eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him who had a happy smile on her face.

His jaw was taut, his masseter muscles were slightly raised, and his dark red eyes, due to a genetic mutation, were filled with fatigue and dissatisfaction.

He simply couldn't understand why so many of the Spider-Men she recruited had this kind of humorous personality—

Is it okay if no one takes things seriously?

To some extent, Miguel, who was truly an outcast, originally hoped to have some fun.

But after experiencing so much—after losing so much—he could no longer laugh.

Gwen Stacy—Spider Gwen—jumped slightly twice.

The pair of green canvas shoes, which resembled dance shoes, rose and fell, making a soft "pat-pat" sound on the ground.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands in a deliberately punching stance, and a bright, almost irritating smile on her lips, completely unaffected by Miguel's serious demeanor.

As she spoke, she gave a thumbs-up, tilted her head, and her golden ponytail swayed gently behind her.

"Enough—don't give me that bunch of other heroes!" Miguel swung his hand sharply, as if to swat something unseen away from his face. "Like that Doctor Strange and that Spider-Man—do you know what they did?"

Just to erase a few fragmented memories, he'd turn his entire universe into such a mess!

His voice was filled with a barely suppressed rage, "I don't know who this cosmic deity you're talking about is, but instead of resolving the issue, you've only made things worse!"

Gwen's smile froze for a moment.

But just as she was about to speak in rebuttal—

"Hey hey hey—I heard you!"

A lazy, amused voice came from beside Miguel.

"Someone is talking badly about me."

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Both Spider-Men were startled at the same time.

Gwen's spider-sense—that presence deep within her mind like an alarm bell—did not react at all at this moment.

It feels like you know someone is behind you, but your ears, your skin, every nerve in your body is telling you "nobody's there."

That contradictory, chilling feeling sent a cold sweat down her back.

Her pupils contracted slightly, and her body involuntarily jumped back half a step, her hand already touching the spider silk projectile at her waist.

Miguel was equally horrified.

He lacks arachnoid sense, but his vision and hearing are far beyond that of ordinary people.

He can see an ant a kilometer away and hear the sound of a pin dropping in a soundproof room.

His senses were his most reliable weapon, his means of survival, and the guarantee that allowed him to accurately capture his enemies in the dark countless times.

but--

The man was standing right next to him, less than a meter away.

He can see him.

His eyes did indeed see the outline of a human figure—

Black hair, an Asian face, a slightly upturned mouth, and eyes that seem to hold the entire universe.

But he heard nothing.

There was no sound of breathing, no sound of heartbeat, no sound of blood flowing, no sound of clothes rubbing together.

That person didn't make any of the sounds that "living" should make, like a muted video, like a phantom that emerged from another layer, not belonging to this world.

The other person even smiled and waved at him.

"Hi, nice to meet you—" The man's voice was relaxed and casual, as if he were greeting a neighbor. "I am the cosmic deity that Gwen mentioned."

As he spoke, he waved to Gwen beside him.

Gwen waved back, her gesture conveying a sense of "See, I wasn't lying to you."

"And what kind of guy are you?"

Miguel's voice was forced out from deep in his throat, low and wary.

His body had instinctively entered a fighting state—his back was slightly arched, his knees were bent, and the barbs on his fingers were fully extended, like ten miniature daggers.

All the muscles in his body were tense, like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

Then he suddenly jumped up.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, and his whole body shot up like a black lightning bolt.

Meanwhile, the villain at his feet was already bound like a dumpling—

Some unfortunate soul, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, was kicked into the portal next to him like a soccer ball.

The orange-glowing portal flickered for a moment, then vanished without a trace along with the villain.

Clean and neat.

Having finished his "work," Miguel landed back on the ground, turned around, and faced the uninvited guest again.

A cool female Spider-Man, Jessica Drew, who was already pregnant and riding a motorcycle, was still standing there, watching this scene with a look of horror.

Her motorcycle stopped behind her, the engine still humming softly, but she froze, as if she had been nailed to the spot by something.

Miguel ignored her.

He scrutinized the man before him with a serious look, his dark red eyes sweeping from the man's head to his toes, and then back up again.

He was certain that even without his so-called spider-sense, his extraordinary eyesight and hearing were enough to detect everything around him.

This active skill is even more reliable than spider-sense because it doesn't "malfunction" and relies solely on his own senses.

But the other person appeared beside him silently.

Miguel's heart sank when he thought of the "cosmic deity" that Gwen had just mentioned.

He has also dealt with some exceptional, universe-level opponents.

Those beings that crawl out from the cracks in the spiderweb, belonging to no timeline, those dark entities that attempt to devour the entire multiverse—

He had seen it all, and he had fought it.

Therefore, he knew what the words "cosmic deity" meant.

While he felt tense, he also relaxed slightly.

Based on what the other person said—and Gwen's expression, which didn't seem like she was lying—the other person probably wasn't a supervillain.

At least it doesn't seem so at the moment.

However, the opponent's truly cosmic-level strength made him feel an instinctive, deep-seated vigilance.

It's like a rabbit sensing the shadow of an eagle overhead, or a fish spotting a fishing line dangling from the water's surface.

"Um--"

Hanlu slightly raised her hand.

The hand hovered in mid-air, palm open, fingers slightly spread, as if waiting for a handshake.

A gentle, harmless smile played on his lips, while his dark eyes reflected Miguel's serious, almost gloomy face.

His posture was relaxed and natural, without any aggression, like a passerby taking a walk in the park who just happened to be passing by and wanted to make friends.

"How about we become friends?"

The sound of Hanlu is very soft, as soft as a gentle breeze.

He especially hoped that the guy in front of him could help him find a special Spider-Man.

Only in this way can he complete his final game of chess.

Before that—

He's still a very nice guy!

Miguel stared at the outstretched hand and remained silent for a long time.

His fingers twitched slightly.

The sharp barbs flashed a cold light under the lamp, then slowly retracted.

His breathing went from rapid to even, and his shoulders went from tense to relaxed.

But he did not extend his hand.

He simply stood there, staring intently at Hanlu with his dark red eyes.

Gwen stood to the side, looking at this and then at that, her lips twitching involuntarily.

She had a feeling—

A bad feeling—

It seems like something big is about to happen.

The air in the hall was so quiet it seemed to have frozen.

Only Jessica's motorcycle engine was still making a low rumble nearby.