Chapter 641: Wardrobe Upgrade!

Chapter 641: Wardrobe Upgrade!

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In the aftermath of Peter's recruitment speech, a divided group of Spider-People emerged. A small fraction of the former Spider-Society, burdened by the weight of the truth, chose to return to their respective universes, leaving behind the tangled mess of Multiverse drama.

The process of sending them home was swift, a mere thirty Spider-People vanishing through their own star shaped portal that led to the familiarity of their home worlds.

The departure left over a hundred Spider-People standing, a mix of determination and uncertainty etched on their faces. They were given the chance to leave, but chose to stay behind and join Peter in fighting those who dared to trick and use them.

Surprisingly, Spider-Punk, whose rebellious nature Peter assumed would drive him away, stood among those who opted to stay. "I'll stick around until we deal with Centurion and the Kang's. After that, I'm out. Retirement sounds pretty sweet, doesn't it?" he declared with a wry grin, catching Peter off guard.

"Sure, feel free to stay as long as you want." Peter nodded, happy to have him joining them.

After collecting all of the remaining Spider-People's multiverse watches and allowing them to pack their belongings, Peter opened a star-shaped portal leading back to his universe. The large group of former Spider-Society members watched him open the portal with wide, shocked eyes. After all, they didn't see him using any technology.

Enjoying their awed looks, Peter addressed the remaining Spider-People. "I'll be setting up our new organization in my home universe. This portal will take you there. Go through and wait for me on the other side. I have a few things to take care of before following you guys. Just remember not to wander off or cause any trouble."

Over a hundred Spider-People filed through the portal, leaving Peter, Knull, and the Spider-Gang behind. Peter turned to Jessica Drew and Spider-Punk, who stood among the group, and instructed them, "Follow them and make sure they don't do anything crazy. I don't want to return home to a bunch of chaos." Jessica and Spider-Punk reluctantly nodded before disappearing through the portal, which snapped shut behind them.

As the portal closed, Gwen turned to Peter and asked, "What novelhall.com

Peter gestured towards Uncle Ben and Miguel O'Hara. "Now we let these two settle their differences and then clean up any leftover tech from the Spider-Society. After all, it would be bad if someone finds their buggy tech and starts traveling the multiverse with it."

Completely ignoring the second part of his statement, as they had no problems with it, the Spider-Gang immediately voiced their concerns, trying to dissuade Peter from pitting Uncle Ben and Miguel against each other in a death match.

"Come on, Peter, there has to be another way to resolve this," Gwen pleaded, clearly unhappy about this.

"Yeah, can't we just separate them or something?" Miles asks.

"We could just take away their multiverse tech and leave them in their own universes. It's not like they were the ones to make the tech in the first place, so I doubt they'll be able to reproduce it" Tobey spoke his mind next, which seemed to gain everyone's approval.

Peter listened to their arguments and opinions, then shrugged. "If you can convince Uncle Ben, since he's the one who wants revenge in the first place, then I'll respect his decision."

Instantly, the Spider-Gang turned to Uncle Ben, who met their gaze with a stubborn and defiant look. Instantly, It became clear that convincing him to spare Miguel's life would be an uphill battle.

John, still wearing the semblance of a grin beneath his skeletal visage, replied with a simple "Yup," acknowledging Peter's success in dismantling the Spider-Society. He then proceeded to congratulate Peter, "You know, you're the first of my successor candidates to complete a mission, congrats!"

Unimpressed by the accolades, Peter cut to the chase. "Reward time." He held out his hand expectantly. "But before that, why were Centurion and Knull candidates? Do you have any idea what Knull could've done with your level of power?"

John, with an air of nonchalance, explained, "both of them found one of my artifacts. As I've already told you, I don't choose my successors. I merely spread out invitations for anyone to find."

Peter, not satisfied, asked, "Can't you disqualify those who aren't fit for the job? I mean, how can Centurion qualify when he's a member of the Council of Kangs? Isn't one of the missions to destroy the Council?"

John shrugged indifferently. "Where's the fun in that? If I only chose good people, the competition would be too stale." He said, clearly unbothered. "As for Centurion, who said he can't destroy the Council from the inside?"

Sighing in exasperation, Peter had enough of this talk and held his hand back out. "Whatever, just hand over the reward already. I'm getting a head ache just dealing with you..."

Amidst laughter, John snapped his bony fingers, summoning a hovering black cloak before Peter, who eyed the mysterious reward, recognizing it as Death's Cloak, the promised item for completing the mission.

Turning to John, Peter couldn't help but question, "If this is Death's Cloak, what are you wearing right now?" The Grim Reaper merely shrugged, revealing his old robe. "This one's an ancient relic from back in the day. The real deal now belongs to you."

With the cloak hovering before him, Peter contemplated the weight of his newfound possession, Death's Cloak. Reaching out, his fingers gripped the silky cloth.

As he grasped the cloak, the fabric seemed to come alive, a sudden surge of energy propelling it towards him. A momentary jolt of fear gripped Peter as the cloak wrapped itself around his figure, a dance of dark silk enveloping him.

"?!" Alarmed, but quickly steadying himself, Peter recognized the shocking transformation taking place.

The already enchanted Spider-Suit and Death's Cloak seemed to be fusing, melding seamlessly, creating a new garment that clung to Peter's form. The once vibrant hues of his former suit were now dominated by a deep black, an embodiment of darkness, radiating shadows that seemed to possess a life of their own.

[Insert pictures of Black Spider-Suits here] (A/N: Most likes will be what his suit looks like now.)

As Peter inspected the newfound attire, the shadows pulsed and shifted, like a protective shroud guarding him. The complete fusion of his former Spider-Suit and Death's Cloak seemed to enhance his abilities as well, granting him a shadowy aura of death.

As Peter felt the power coursing through him, a tangible connection to Death itself, a holographic screen appearing before him.

[Mission Complete: Destroy the Spider-Society

The Spider-Society has taken up the challenge of preserving what they call 'canon events,' believing this saves both entire universes and their inhabitants. In reality, these actions are damaging the fabric of the multiverse. Eradicate them to restore order

Reward: Death's Cloak

Death's Cloak, a somber masterpiece, weaves shadows into a garment that whispers of the eternal. With its deep obsidian fabric, adorned by arcane symbols, the cloak holds a fraction of Death's unparalleled power over the realm of departed souls. When worn, it imparts an eerie connection to the power of Death itself.]

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