Marvel: The Amazing Spider-Man in the Multiverse

The blonde Peter felt the energy field beneath him undergo a terrifying qualitative change. The energy torrents spewing from the two colliders were now tearing open azure spatial fissures in the channel, like countless greedy tongues licking at the fabric of reality.

The widening fissures indicated that Earth-700's dimensional barrier was rapidly dissolving. Worse, Doctor Octopus's system had no safety protocols, no buffer mechanisms; the fissures were like crude wounds torn in the universe itself, threatening a chain collapse at any moment.

Fortunately, that young lad from yesterday had given him some advice: to launch some sudden attacks in a less-than-Spider-Man way.

"I have just one question, Liv..." Choked, finding it difficult to breathe, Spider-Man (Earth-700) let out an indistinct sound, pulling at the mechanical claw gripping his neck, asking the most important question.

"Your tentacles still use bio-electrical signals, right?"

"What?"

Not from the constantly guarded web-shooters, but from blue-white electrical arcs erupting from the seams of his suit gloves, instantly spreading along the nerve conduits on the mechanical claw.

In an instant, Doctor Octopus's tentacles were completely paralyzed. She shrieked in pain, and the mechanical tentacles released the blonde Peter, allowing him to swing away with his web and land to the side.

These new tentacles perfectly integrated Octavius's nervous system with the machinery, granting her greater strength and more precise operational control. The cost was sharing all sensory feedback, naturally including pain.

Doctor Octopus, subjected to the electric shock, wasn't angry; on the contrary, she seemed even more excited. Liv pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her mouth.

Then she controlled her tentacles to burrow towards the blonde Peter. These bio-material tentacles possessed extraordinary flexibility and sensitivity. Not only could webs not easily interfere with them, but the old method of restraining Doctor Octopus's body and pulling off her tentacles was also ineffective.

So, he needed a new approach!

Grabbing one of Doctor Octopus's tentacles, Spider-Man (Earth-700) seized the opportunity and charged towards the collider.

With the spatial fissures not yet fully torn open, he yanked the tentacle and rushed towards the collider. If he could manage to slam it into the collider, even this more advanced mechanical tentacle couldn't emerge unscathed.

However, Doctor Octopus merely smiled, inserting two tentacles into the facility's metal outer wall, stabilizing her body. Spider-Man (Earth-700) dropped to the lowest point, but was still about three or four meters from the energy flow below.

At this point, Doctor Octopus's last tentacle arrived. With an excited, wild grin, she tried to use the mechanical claw on the tentacle to pierce Spider-Man (Earth-700)'s chest, only to realize she had reached her limit. The mechanical claw flailed desperately near Spider-Man's face, but just couldn't reach him.

Spider-Man (Earth-700) sighed helplessly, covered his face, and then wrapped a web around one of the colliders, pulling hard.

Doctor Octopus simply used her extra tentacle, the one that couldn't reach Spider-Man, to go to the main control room, brew a cup of coffee, and get a waffle. After placing them on a plate, she brought them over. Sipping her coffee, she shook her head resignedly: "You can't budge me, Spider-Man. My reinforced tentacles are strong enough to withstand your maximum strength."

"If I can't pull you down, Liv, at least I can destroy the collider—"

Feeling the collider starting to loosen, Spider-Man (Earth-700) suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked up at Doctor Octopus, who was leisurely sipping her coffee. "Shouldn't you be saying something like, 'I wouldn't do that, because it would cause the collider to explode,' right now?"

"Of course not." Doctor Octopus smiled faintly: "Look behind you, little spider."

Spider-Man (Earth-700)'s spider-sense blared an alarm. He already knew who was coming, but he still stiffened and turned his head, seeing Kingpin in a suit raise his muscular fist. He chuckled awkwardly, "Hello there, Willie. Could you perhaps come a little later? I'm a bit tied up right now."

"GET! OUT! OF! HERE!"

Kingpin, fueled by rage, punched Spider-Man directly, sending him flying. He adjusted his posture in mid-air and landed on the outer wall, glancing hopefully at his teammates, only to find they still hadn't dealt with their respective enemies. He shook his head.

According to the plan, he was supposed to deal with Kingpin and Doctor Octopus. How could he rely on others now?

You're Spider-Man, Peter Parker. The blonde Peter cheered himself on mentally, then charged forward again.

How could you lose here?

Tombstone wasn't difficult to deal with. That was Miguel's honest assessment. In terms of combat skill, he was just a gang thug, with a bit of rudimentary fighting but nothing substantial. The only annoying things were his unbreakable skin and his strength to break free from web restraints—in other words, he was a punching bag that would stick to you, with no other discernible threat.

Yet, such a punching bag was now a nuisance clinging to Miguel. The biggest problem was that he truly couldn't be killed, no matter how many times he was hit. And Miguel couldn't just bypass him, as his goal was to help this universe's Spider-Man hold off these guys.

So his gaze also shifted to the collider. At this moment, the collider had already torn open a sufficiently large hole. Lured by Miguel, Tombstone moved step by step towards it, then delivered a heavy punch.

Miguel, meanwhile, leaned back, performing a backflip while kicking Tombstone in the chin with both feet. This kick sent him flying into mid-air, but Miguel was faster. He quickly propelled himself forward, then hooked Tombstone in mid-air with a web, throwing him directly into the energy wave emitted by the collider.

The intense energy instantly surged through Tombstone's body. After a strange contortion, he free-fell to the ground, completely motionless, save for an occasional twitch. Miguel gave him a glance and simply snorted. To still be alive after that, he truly had a lot of luck.

"Lyla, how's the multiverse monitoring?"

"You haven't triggered a Web of Destiny event yet, which is strange. According to your theory, it shouldn't be like this." The virtual assistant on his wristband didn't forget to tease him: "Looks like your calculations really are off."

"Wouldn't that be for the best?"

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