The moment the words fell, a blinding lightning light immediately lit up on Peter's fingers.
Immediately after, his figure vanished eerily.
No, it wasn't a disappearance; his speed had simply reached the extreme!
Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and in the next second, Peter, who had been floating in mid-air, flashed right in front of Captain America and Thor.
Without giving Thor any chance to react, Peter's extended finger turned into an indestructible blade, piercing through the already tattered armor and Thor's proud divine body alike.
Hell Stab: One-Finger Spear!
At this moment, time seemed to have been put on slow motion.
The madness and resentment on Thor's face froze instantly, and his blood-red eyes gradually lost focus.
He lowered his head, looking in disbelief at the arm that had pierced his chest. His mouth opened, but only mouthfuls of blood gushed out; he couldn't make a sound.
Already at the end of his tether, he no longer had the strength to fight back under this near-fatal blow.
Chii!
As Peter withdrew his palm, stained red with divine blood, Thor's tall frame could no longer support itself.
He knelt heavily before Peter, then slumped forward powerlessly, completely losing consciousness.
In that instant, the scene fell into a dead silence.
It was as if even the air had completely frozen.
Everyone stared with wide, disbelieving eyes at the body of the "god" lying in the deep pit, his life or death unknown, their minds going blank.
Thor... is he dead?!
The guy in front of them actually did it—with a mortal body... he slew a god?!
Captain America felt his throat was incredibly dry. Only after a long time did he manage to speak with difficulty:
"You... you killed him?!"
"Not quite." Peter's expression remained nonchalant.
"I'm a man of moderation, so... I specifically left him with a breath of life."
Of course, he wouldn't actually kill Thor.
No joke, he didn't want to piss off Odin, that old monster who had lived for thousands of years.
Right now, although he had gained the physique of a peak Aesir for free through the little broken watch, mastering Asgard's cosmic magic or divine power was something that required time to accumulate.
Even though Odin was now old and decrepit, an old geezer with one foot in the grave.
But his mastery of divine power was no joke.
If the other party really decided to fight him to the death, even with all his cheats, it would likely be a struggle to get Gwen out of this Universe alive.
However...
While he might escape the death penalty, he wouldn't escape punishment.
Not killing Thor didn't mean he couldn't collect some interest from him.
Since he jumped out of nowhere to cause me trouble, I should at least collect some compensation for mental distress!
Thinking this, Peter searched around Thor's body. Then, under everyone's suspicious and uncertain gazes, he suddenly crouched down and grabbed the iconic helmet with small wings on Thor's head.
The moment he took the helmet off Thor's head, the system's prompt sounded in Peter's ear:
[Detectable blue item for sacrifice: Thor's Helmet]
[Item Description: The helmet worn by Thor while campaigning across the Nine Realms. Not only does it possess extremely strong defensive capabilities, but it also carries a bit of Asgard's unique divine power... If used as a Holy Relic, perhaps it could summon something extraordinary?]
[Sacrifice to obtain points: 2,500. Sacrifice now?]
A Holy Relic?!
So, system, you really are just a second-hand dealer who swaps items sacrificed by hosts from various planes, aren't you?
If that's the case, then the about-to-explode iron monger I sacrificed earlier...
Hiss~ I can only say, I hope they're okay...
After a three-second moment of silence for some "bro" who might have suffered an undeserved disaster in another plane, Peter still chose to sacrifice it without a second thought.
Only after once again exchanging the cold helmet for warm sacrifice points did Peter look back at Captain America, adding as if he had suddenly remembered something:
"Of course, if he kicks the bucket because he doesn't get timely medical treatment, that's none of my business~"
Hearing this, Captain America first breathed a long sigh of relief, then suddenly realized something and hurriedly spoke up:
"Quick, Tony, Natasha, this guy needs emergency treatment!"
If Thor were to die on Earth, it would be a disaster!
The Avengers couldn't withstand the retaliation of all Asgard!
Thinking this, Captain America didn't even care about the situation here anymore. He picked Thor up on his back and prepared to run to the hospital.
After watching the three of them leave, Peter looked at the remaining superheroes and asked:
"Now then, I'm going to find this so-called 'Superior Spider-Man' and hold him accountable."
He paused, a playful curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Does anyone else want to stop me?"
There was dead silence.
Everyone looked at one another, their expressions mirroring each other's bewilderment.
Who would dare to stop him?
With what would they stop him?
With their lives?
Even a god was beaten and thrown back like a dead dog. If they, mere mortals, went up, they probably wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
With this in mind, the group's gaze eventually landed on Hulk in unison.
If there was anyone left who could possibly stop Peter, it was probably only Hulk!
But Hulk, the guy completely ignored everyone's stares, still letting out a low, pleasant chuckle:
"Hoh hoh hoh~ Puny god!"
He had been annoyed with Thor for a long time; Peter had helped him vent his frustration today.
Hulk had no grudge against Peter to begin with, and because he wasn't happy in the Avengers, he wasn't exactly on the same page as the other heroes.
Therefore, he had no intention of targeting Peter at all.
He even quite admired Peter.
The strong should be this free! They should act like the strong!
Seeing that even Hulk had no intention of stopping Peter.
The Little Spiders of the Spider Alliance couldn't help but burst into cheers. The way they looked at Peter could no longer be described as mere admiration.
It was pure fanaticism!
It was the kind of look only a believer who had witnessed a miracle would have!
The boss is the boss!
Following a boss like this is what you call having a future!
Not only were their gazes toward Peter extremely fanatical, but even Gwen's gaze as she looked at him was so tender it almost seemed to melt.
That composure, that dominance, that absolute power that treated gods like nothing—it was like the most lethal poison in the world.
It made her sink into it uncontrollably, unable to extricate herself even though she knew it was dangerous.
She had clearly realized that her Peter was no longer the gentle, kind, and even somewhat indecisive person of her past fantasies.
He was powerful, overbearing, flirtatious, and even had some villainous traits.
This was definitely not the faithful and perfect ideal partner she had imagined entrusting her life to.
But...
She had no way back.
Her heart and body had been completely conquered by him.
If she lost Peter, where else in the rest of her life would she find someone more outstanding, more powerful, and who cared about her more than he did?