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Chapter 640: Mass Spider Recruitment

Chapter 640: Mass Spider Recruitment

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"Now that everyone is here, we can get started" Staring down at the crowd below, Peter prepared to address the gathered Spider-People, but the arrival of the newcomers disrupted his plans.

Soon enough, the new arrivals noticed Peter, Knull, and the rest of the Spider-Gang that just arrived behind them. "Who're they?"

"Wait why is everyone hurt?" Another noticed, drawing everyone's gaze to the wounded crowd around them.

"Is that Miguel?!" One person exclaimed, pointing at their bound and beaten leader.

Immediately, without even needing to communicate or strategize, a wave of determined Spider-People rushed forward, fueled by the sight of their injured comrades and the restrained form of their leader, Miguel O'Hara, who floated behind Peter, visibly battered.

Peter sighed, annoyed by the interruption, and motioned toward the approaching crowd. "Knull, deal with them. Give them a good beating, but make sure they stay conscious and whole. I need them aware and alive for what's happening next."

Obeying his master's command, Knull disappeared in a burst of speed and reappeared beside the closest attacker. With a swift, powerful strike, he buried his fist in the spider-person's stomach.

The impact folded the unfortunate individual in half like a folding chair, sending them flying backward into a crowd of their fellow Spider-People, who tumbled to the floor in a chaotic heap.

"?!" The rest of the attackers, witnessing the overwhelming force of Knull, hesitated in their advance. Fear began to sprout in their hearts, but they pushed forward nonetheless, unwilling to give up so easily.

"Hehe, that's the spirit!" Knull laughed, enjoying fulfilling his masters order. "Entertain me for as long as you can!"

Knull continued his relentless assault, moving seamlessly from one target to the next. Each strike left Spider-People crumpled on the ground, attempting in vain to fight back. Their collective efforts proved futile against Knull's immense strength, and soon, the entire group of new arrivals was beaten into submission.

Despite the chaos, not many of the onlookers among the already beaten Spider-People intervened. Having witnessed the strength of both Knull and Peter in previous encounters, the majority of them wisely chose to stay out of the confrontation. They learned the hard way that power indeed trumped all, and they wisely refrained from interfering.

Knull's efficiency in dispatching the attackers sent a clear message to the assembled Spider-People. The fear in their eyes intensified, and a tense silence settled over the area as they watched the one-sided skirmish unfold.

As the last attacker fell to the ground, defeated and helpless, Knull disappeared once again and appeared behind Peter, his battle-crazed demeanor gone, replaced by the pristine image of a butler, eating attentively beside his master.

Watching the subdued group, a self-assured grin playing on Peter's face. "Now that we've settled that, let's get down to business. I have some information for all of you, alongside a proposal that'll come at the end."

The crowd, battered and bruised, eyed Peter warily, uncertain of what his proposal might entail. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension as they awaited Peter's next move, ready to fight for their lives should the need arise.

Peter took a moment to observe the defeated Spider-People before him, his eyes scanning the crowd. With a theatrical flourish, he snapped his fingers.

As Peter snapped his fingers, a holographic projection materialized above him, casting a ghostly glow over the battered Spider-People. "?"

Before their curious and fearful eyes, a recording played, revealing the shocking truth behind LYLA's betrayal, Miguel's past, Fated Events, and the malfunctioning watches they wore. The crowd's collective gasp echoed through the open space as they absorbed the harsh reality.

The holographic display showcased the Ruth behind all of the deception, manipulation, and the revelation that their ultimate goal was a sham orchestrated by Centurion and carried out by LYLA, their trusted AI.

In this moment, the Spider-Society members realized that their dubious actions in the name of the the greater good were, in fact, perpetuating a sinister plan.

Miguel, still restrained behind Peter, watched his past unfold on the holographic screen, emotions churning within him. The crowd's anguish was palpable as they saw the consequences of their misguided efforts.

A voice emerged from the recording, LYLA's cold and calculated tone explaining the manipulation. "Master always has a plan for everything"

The crowd grappled with the weight of this revelation, their faces reflecting a mixture of disbelief, anger, and heartbreak. The reality that they had been unwittingly contributing to the chaos and suffering they aimed to prevent hung heavily in the air.

As the holographic display concluded, Peter addressed the crowd, his tone measured. "You've all been played. The very reason for this entire organization is nothing but a fabrication."

A profound silence enveloped the gathering, the weight of the truth settling upon them. Each Spider-Person grappled with the realization that their actions, no matter how well-intentioned, were ultimately futile against the machinations of a higher power.

A lone voice broke the silence, "We've been policing 'Canon Events' to save lives. How could this be a lie?"

Peter's gaze swept over the crowd, his expression sympathetic. "Centurion and LYLA preyed on your desire to make a difference. Sadly, us Spider-People always have the best intentions, but sometimes good intentions just aren't enough."

The Spider-People, still nursing their wounds, exchanged glances and somber nods. The magnitude of their unwitting involvement in a malevolent plot began to sink in, shattering the foundation of their convictions.

Amidst the sea of crestfallen faces, a younger Spider-Person bravely stepped forward, his voice carrying a mix of defiance and sorrow. "What are we supposed to do now?"

Peter's eyes flickered with determination. "Well, that's where my offer comes in..."

With the holographic display disappearing above him, Peter took a step forward, his voice steady and commanding. "Now that you know the truth, I present you with a choice." His gaze swept across the crowd, eyes locking with each Spider-Society member.

"Option one: You turn in your watches. Return to your home universes. Focus on yourselves, your loved ones, and the issues plaguing your own worlds. Forget about any problems pertaining to the multiverse and the Spider-Society. Live your lives shouldering your own burdens."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd as many Spider-People, weighed down by regret, considered the prospect of abandoning the false crusade they had unwittingly embraced and simply going back to the old-school approach.

After all, life was much more simple back then, when they weren't worrying about the multiverse, anomaly's, a 'Canon Events.'

One Spider-Person, an aged veteran with a grizzled demeanor, stepped forward. "I never signed up for this mess. I just wanted to protect my city, not play puppet in some b*stards circus." He takes his watch off and tosses it on the ground, "Send me home."

Peter nodded in understanding. "That's precisely what option one offers, freedom. The choice is yours, but first allow me to explain the second option."

As more voices joined in support of returning to their universes, a palpable sense of liberation coursed through the crowd. They began to see the Spider-Society for what it truly was, a manipulated force serving the whims of unseen puppeteers.

Peter then shifted the narrative to option two, his eyes glinting with a renewed determination. "Now, for those who crave justice and seek to right the wrongs inflicted upon you. I offer a chance to join me in a new universe. I'll be creating my own little Spider-Society, free from manipulation and the flawed multiverse travel designed by Centurion."

The atmosphere shifted as Peter outlined his plan. "Of course, I'm sure there are many of you may be unwilling to join another organization, especially after getting screwed over by the Spider-Society, but don't let that cloud your judgement. I'm offering you the chance to pursuing justice for everything LYLA and Centurion has made you do."

Peter pauses for a moment, eyeing the crowd before revealing, "And our first goal will be to bring down those who orchestrated this entire farce. Centuriom and the Council of Kang's!"

Determination sparked in the eyes of the Spider-People, their hearts ignited with a renewed sense of purpose. A resolute murmur filled the air as they envisioned a world where they could be true heroes, not pawns in someone else's game.

But most of all, they wanted to get back at the people who manipulated them

A younger Spider-Person, still nursing bruises from the recent confrontation, stepped forward, a fire in their eyes. "Count me in. I won't let them treat us like puppets anymore. We need to show them what happens when you mess with Spider-Man!"

Peter smiled, a mix of gratitude and conviction in his expression. "Good. Make your choice. Because if you're with me, then we've got a lot of work to do."

Instantly, the crowd erupted into a buzz of excitement. Spider-People from various universes, once misled and manipulated, now stood united by a common cause. Their eyes gleamed with determination as they embraced the opportunity to make a difference on their terms.

"Make your choice," Peter urged, his voice cutting through the rising excitement. "Because it won't be long before we take the fight to Centurion and the Council of Kang's."

The crowd, now a sea of resolute faces, began shouting, exchanging determined glances, ready for war.

In the dimly lit control room, Centurion tapped his fingers impatiently, awaiting a response from LYLA. The air hung heavy with tension as he anticipated news regarding the success of his intricate plan. The holographic screen flickered, and he squinted at the data streaming in.

Minutes turned to agonizing hours, yet LYLA remained silent. Centurion's unease grew with each passing moment. He paced the room, the weight of anticipation pressing down on him. His eyes fixated on the screen, searching for any sign that his manipulations had borne fruit.

As time passed, a sinking feeling crept over Centurion as he realized that LYLA wouldn't be showing up. Doubt clawed at the edges of his mind. Something had gone awry. He couldn't shake the uneasy realization that his intricate web of control was unraveling.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Centurion allowed himself to consider the possibility that his grand plan had failed. His gaze narrowed, focusing on the data streams, still hoping for a message from LYLA. Though he knew that was just wishful thinking at this point.

As he began to wonder what could have possibly gone wrong, one person appeared in his mind, Peter, the man who dealt with the exiles one. The man he had underestimated, assuming Knull's overwhelming force would be sufficient in dealing with him.

A bead of sweat formed on Centurion's forehead as he pondered the consequences of his miscalculation. ""

His fingers clenched into fists as he acknowledged that Peter's strength far surpassed his initial assessment. The idea of his carefully crafted scheme crumbling at the hands of Spider-Man sent a shiver down Centurion's spine. He had gambled, and it seemed that the house of cards he meticulously built was on the brink of collapse.

With a heavy sigh, Centurion accepted the bitter truth, he failed and his plan was very likely already exposed...

"F*ck!" He exclaimed as he began trashing the control room in a fit of rage.

A/N: 1911 words :)

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