[Manhattan Rooftops – 2:30 AM]

  The city below was a blur as I swung from building to building, the rain making the webs slippery in my hands. The wind was loud in my ears, but it wasn't as strong as the storm in my mind. I could feel it—a dark, unstoppable energy inside me. It's been a while since I had this feeling, this anger... To think I wasn't strong enough to protect what's mine and lost to darkness. Reed's and Victor's death, knowing about the future, the danger we all face—it was all ing together.

  These cybs... They had to be stopped. No talks, no sed ces. They came from a future where I turned into a monster, where I lost everything and became what I hated. I won't let that happen.

  I tracked down the cyb. It sat on the edge of a tall building, its red eyes sweeping the streets beh like a hunter poised for its target. It didn't notice me approag. I nded behind it quietly. The cyb spun around, but I was quicker. My punch hit its face shield, breaking it irike. Electrical wires and sparks scattered, but I didn't pause. I grabbed it by the throat, my super strength crushing the metal as if it were made of paper. It struggled, attempting to break free, but there was no way out. Not this night.

  I tore the cyb's head off, tossing it aside like garbage. The body vulsed befoing still, a lifeless hunk of metal. But I wasn't done. I ripped the neural impnt out of its ned then ripped apart its armor. Just like the ones before, this one also got a drop of my blood in a vial. Well, it won't work on me anymore. I'll simply crush them with strength without holding baymore.

  I opehe magic spad put its body into it.

  One down.

  [Back Alleys of Hell's Kit – 2:45 AM]

  The one was smarter, hiding in the shadows of Hell's Kit, among the scum and criminals who wouldn't think twice about killing someone for a few bucks. But I wasn't looking for a fight with them tonight. No, my prey was the metal beast lurking in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike.

  I found it in an alleyway. Around it y twenty dead bodies and from the looks of it these dead bastards are all small-timer criminals. Well, I should thank this tin for doing some good work ing the area, I suppose.

  The cyb noticed me and raised a bster rifle at me.

  "Do yourself a favor and kill yourself, because if you don't, I will tear you to fug shreds until nothing is left of you but the piss on this pavement!" I ched my fists as my stingers popped out. The bckish-purple poison gleamed in the moonlight.

  "You were like a hero to me. Now, you've bee a mistake that we shall correct tonight."

  I ughed.

  "You fools. You all did time travel without knowing the basic rule... ging the past won't ge your future! Whatever happens tonight won't fix what I'll do in your timeli will only create multiple paradoxs in which you cease to exist! Maybe in this timeline, you're safe...but in yours? I doubt that. Anyway, gotta kill some more tin s, so..." Before the cyb could eve, I used the basic s magid appeared behind it, sing my pce with a broken baseball bat lying a few feet away. Before the cyb had a ce to uand what was going on, I stabbed it in the back with my stingers, p in the corrosive toxin. "I'll make sure the same thing doesn't happen in this reality. Five me for everything..."

  "Just...let it go," The cyb pleaded. "Don't go where darkness 't be fought off anymore...you won't be able to save them... We...lost... You must let it go." The st word came out as a dying hiss.

  "Let it go, huh?! Only if it was that easy..."

  After taking its neural impnt and the blood vial, I put it into my magic space.

  [Queens Industrial Park – 3:00 AM]

  The third cyb was different. Bigger, stronger, more heavily armed. It wasn't hiding. It was waiting for me, standing in the middle of an abandoned industrial park, its glowing eyes fixed on the spot where I his one was ready for a fight.

  I nded a short distance away. In a split sed, I registered the grenades on its belt. Exploding sonic, paralysis, and EMP if I remember the list right. It also carried an advanced heavy ser gun capable of causing critical damage in a split sed. A bster on its hip, and a shotgun hanging from a harness strapped to its back. A dagger on the leg.

  "Well, since we are about to fight, how about we talk for a moment?" I asked.

  "Go on. It's not like anything would ge. I'll answer your questions before your death."

  "Let me ask you something, where did you all get my blood? You got oht? Now, don't tell me you don't know..." I cracked my knuckles.

  "Your blood?! What do you mean by your blood?" The cyb pointed his bster at me.

  I took out a vial that I collected from the others. "Rings a bell?"

  "That's Alex Wilson's blood. Our leader whom you killed right before our eyes. Thankfully before his death, he prepared everything required to eliminate you and refe our timeline."

  What the fuck?! Alex Wilson is me, from another reality. I died and woke up as Peter Parker. Wait! Don't tell me...!!

  "Alex Wilson survived Norman's experiments?!" I couldn't help but ask.

  "Norman's experiments? What are you babbling on about? OCP experimented on Alex. It was Norman who rescued him," The cyb lowered its gun, surprised by the revetion. "Shit!"

  "Yeah, shit! You are in the wroy and look at how much chaos you bastards caused. Thanks to you guys, Knull, Thanos, and Gactus will soon show up. Didn't you cybs at least gather information before moving?" I asked sarcastically.

  "Miles! How could you do this? WHAT IS YOUR PLAN MILES?" The cyb yelled as he opened a holographic el. "You lied to us, why?"

  The holographic image of a guy in a bck suit appeared on the devi the cyb's right arm.

  "Humm... You found out earlier than I expected. Well, whatever, it's not like it ges anything. Overriding trols," Miles said emotionlessly.

  The cyb froze in pce.

  "Hello, Peter..." Miles greeted me as the nanites retracted from his face revealing his fad cold eyes. "Hope you are doing alright. My apologies f to kill you. I wish there was any other way. You were my hero, Peter, but... But... You see, I too have simir power as you. Super strength, super speed, reflexes, healing factor, web-shooters, and more. I also wao be just like you, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. The spider that bit me gave me power, but it also made my blood toxid my body was slowly breaking down. So, in my desperate hours, someone gave me an offer... An offer I couldn't refuse."

  Miles paused as if reminisg about something.

  "I accepted their deal and they will cure me if I kill at least ten Spider Totems in exge. If I succeed, I get cured. If I fail or refuse, I die. I was scared. I didn't want to die, so I agreed. He suppressed the toxin and gave me this new body as a temporary powerup to kill you and many other Spideys. Now, when you decided to go wild in my world and bee the big bad vilin, I thought, why not use this ce to take over your pce? Huh?! I'll bee the good Spiderman who took down the evil Spiderman, but I was running out of time, so, I pulled a little trid did this time travel shit... The rest, you imagine. After killing you, and hers, I'll cure myself and take your p my reality and live happily ever after. Easy as pie, right?" Miles smirked.

  "And this guy of yours... Is his name perhaps Morlun?" I asked.

  "How...did you know? Doesn't matter... You won't survive anyway..." Miles replied. "Oh, by the way. I have to kill Gwen too. You see, acc to my info, she was supposed to be the totem of this world, but for some reason, you became the spider totem. So, if I only kill you, there's a possibility that Gwen might bee the spider totem instead. 't risk that. Oh, well, my bad. Bye now."

  The hologram faded away.

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