Chapter 439: Grim News from the Spider-Society
The Reincarnators unleashed an unprecedented massacre across every corner of the multiverse. The catastrophe spread like wildfire, quickly igniting panic and unrest throughout the cosmos. News of it spread at the speed of light, and soon it was the talk of every dimension and every planet.
Yet, baffling as it was, most of the multiverse's powers silently agreed to stay quiet and watch. None of them lifted a hand to stop the bloody atrocity.
Among them were titans strong enough to shake the stars. They all seemed to have received some mysterious order or warning, and none of them moved, as if the massacre had nothing to do with them.
Among the weaker powers, a go-with-the-flow attitude spread.
Seeing that the great powers weren't doing anything, they were happy to stay idle too, watching the fire from across the river, unwilling to get dragged into an unknown conflict.
Perhaps they were secretly relieved, thinking that as long as they didn't provoke the Reincarnators, they'd weather the storm unscathed.
At first, though the great powers of the multiverse held back because of certain warnings, they stayed on high alert and watched every move these unknown Reincarnators made.
They quietly gathered their forces, ready to respond to any provocation or threat. If the Reincarnators dared provoke them, they would strike back without hesitation and hit hard.
But as time went on, the multiverse's powers discovered something astonishing: the Reincarnators' only targets seemed to be specific areas called "Hell's Kitchen."
Every time the Reincarnators finished massacring one Hell's Kitchen, they withdrew without hesitation and moved on to the next.
The discovery made the multiverse's powers relax. They began to think the Reincarnators were only after certain specific targets or forces, nothing to do with them directly.
So the powers of the multiverse stopped paying close attention to the Reincarnators and went back to their own business.
To them, a Hell's Kitchen being massacred was a trivial matter.
After all, in this chaotic, lawless multiverse, which power didn't have a few destroyed worlds on its hands?
Perhaps deep down they'd grown used to the cruel law of survival, numb to the loss of life and the destruction of worlds.
As long as it didn't get in the way of their interests, they couldn't be bothered.
If anyone was to blame, it was Hell's Kitchen itself, for having no multiversal powerhouse to protect it. No one else was at fault.
Only a few powers with a sense of justice stepped in, and even they couldn't hold back the Reincarnator army.
Some of the multiverse's Earths had their own Ancient One, but even someone as powerful as the Ancient One was held off by the Reincarnators.
And not every universe in the multiverse had a sanctuary like Kamar-Taj or a guardian like the Ancient One.
The universes without Kamar-Taj or the Ancient One became the Reincarnators' playground.
They slaughtered at will, strolling through those universes as if no one were there, meeting almost no effective resistance.
Under the Reincarnators' onslaught, one Hell's Kitchen after another fell as fast as autumn leaves before the wind. Countless lives were lost in despair, and countless worlds were reduced to nothing in the flames of war.
Of course, not everyone failed to escape the massacre.
For example...
...
The Spider-Society.
"Dear Peters, your handsome friendly neighborhood yours truly is heeeere!"
With that, a Deadpool with a cheeky, obnoxious voice strolled into the Spider-Society, and beside him, of course, was Ethan.
Not long ago, Ethan had received an urgent message from Spider-Man 2099.
It didn't say what was going on, only that something extremely urgent had come up and he needed to come right away.
Deadpool, who could never sit still, had tagged along the moment he heard there was something going on, and didn't forget to crack a few jokes in his signature obnoxious way. Hence the entrance just now.
But this time Deadpool's cheeky words got no response at all, neither mockery nor welcome.
The moment they stepped into the headquarters, all the joking and lightness froze.
The sight before them made their hearts sink.
Deadpool's smile slowly froze. He sensed something was very wrong.
Wailing Spider-People were everywhere. Some lay on the ground, others were curled up in corners, pain and despair etched on their faces.
The Spider-People who could still move had become medics, rushing between the wounded, carrying stretchers back and forth and giving their injured comrades emergency treatment.
The air was thick with the sharp smell of antiseptic and the heavy stench of blood. The whole headquarters seemed to have become a living hell.
Seeing it, Deadpool thought he must be seeing things, and tried to joke.
"Did the Spider-Society know I was coming and throw a doctor cosplay party to welcome me?"
"I love this kind of party! Everybody, change back to normal now, okay? Seeing you like this breaks my heart."
But still no one answered him.
He hurried forward. First he carefully poked a Spider-Man lying on the ground. When there was no response, he dabbed a drop of blood onto his finger and tasted it.
In that instant his face changed. His smile vanished without a trace, replaced by an indescribable gravity.
"This... this is real blood. Is cosplay this committed now? Or is this not a joke at all?" Deadpool muttered, disbelief flickering in his eyes.
"Don't tell me they're filming some superhero version of Silent Hill?"
He turned to look at Ethan, a hidden glint in his eyes.
However unreliable Deadpool might be, Peter was his friend, in any world!
Ethan didn't answer him. He just stared at the scene with a grave face.
Seeing Ethan ignore him, Deadpool hesitated no longer. He immediately knelt, scooped up a Spider-Man lying on the ground (though he couldn't tell which world's Peter it was), and launched into a performance that was exaggerated, yet a little sincere.
"Noooo! Who did this to my dear Peter?!"
Finally Ethan couldn't take Deadpool's antics anymore. He drew a deep breath and gave a light wave of his hand. An invisible force instantly locked Deadpool in place.
Deadpool's voice cut off. His eyes went wide and he stared at Ethan in shock, as if he didn't understand why he'd suddenly lost his voice. Ethan just gave him a cold look.
Then he headed straight for the Spider-Society's headquarters tower. He needed to find Spider-Man 2099 as fast as possible and find out what had happened.
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