The battlefield in the valley was a scene of pure, chaotic disbelief.
Kingpin, usually the most composed man in New York, stared at the five different versions of Spider-Man with a mix of rage and genuine confusion. He had killed the local Spider-Man with his own hands, watching the life leave the hero's eyes. So, who were these people?
There was a little girl in a mech, a scrawny kid, a cartoonish pig, and a man in a trench coat who seemed to have stepped out of a black-and-white movie.
"Who are you people?!" Kingpin's roar shook the air, echoing off the laboratory walls. "Why are you wearing that mask? Is this some kind of sick joke?"
Shadow Spider-Man didn't waste breath on a long speech. He stepped forward, his heavy, specialized revolver raised. "We aren't pretending, fat man. We are Spider-Man."
BANG!
Guided by his Spider-Sense, every shot was like a heat-seeking missile aimed at Kingpin's vitals. Kingpin reacted instantly, ripping a car door off a nearby wreck to use as a shield. He expected the bullets to dent the metal, but instead, the entire door turned into a block of solid, brittle ice.
"Magic?" Kingpin hissed, his hand turning numb from the freezing cold. "Spider-Man doesn't use magic!"
He didn't realize it wasn't magic—it was the power of Celestial Tech.
The Encirclement
"Don't give him a chance to breathe!" Shadow Spider-Man shouted to the group. "Take him down now!"
The team moved like a well-oiled machine:
Peni Parker charged her robot forward, the metal fists glowing with a hundred thousand volts of electricity.
Miles Morales fired web after web, trying to pin Kingpin's massive, tree-trunk legs to the pavement.
Peter B. Parker, despite his aching ribs and middle-aged fatigue, dove into close combat. He used his decades of experience to find the tiny gaps in Kingpin's defense.
Spider-Ham... somehow produced a giant megaphone and began cheering them on with high-pitched, cartoonish insults.
Kingpin was a mountain of muscle, but even a mountain can be chipped away. He was being hit from every side, bullets freezing his limbs and electricity racking his body. For the first time in years, the King of New York felt a cold, sharp prick of fear.
But then, a high-pitched, manic laugh echoed through the valley.
"Hahaha! My little specimens! Don't leave me out of the fun!"
Dr. Olivia Octavius arrived like a whirlwind of silver steel. Her four mechanical arms pushed her forward with terrifying speed. She was a scientist, but she fought with a cold, predatory logic: Kill the marksman first.
Her tentacles shot out ten meters in a flash, aiming to crush Shadow Spider-Man. He narrowly escaped with a series of frantic backflips, firing ice bullets that slowed her metal limbs, but the momentum had shifted. The Spiders were no longer winning; they were struggling to stay standing.
The Ultimate Villains Arrive
The situation went from bad to worse as two shadows stretched over the battlefield. New threats descended from the sky like demons.
Ultimate Green Goblin: A massive, green-skinned giant with wings and hellfire in his eyes. He had traded technology for raw, monstrous genetic power.
The Prowler: A high-tech assassin in a purple mask and cape, his long metal claws glinting with lethal intent.
Middle-aged Peter B. Parker looked up, his face turning pale. "We're outgunned. Between the rookies and the comedy pig... we don't have the numbers to hold this line."
Kingpin sensed the victory. He wiped blood from his lip and began a deep, guttural laugh. But the laugh died in his throat.
From out of nowhere, a high-velocity web shot down and snatched Prowler out of the sky, slamming him into the ground with a sickening thud. At the same time, a streak of red and blue metal slammed into the Green Goblin like a fallen star.
It was Peter in the Parker Suit Mark II, with Gwen right behind him.
The Green Goblin roared, his massive claws reaching for Peter's throat. "Spider-Man! I'll kill you again!"
Peter didn't flinch. Using his thrusters for maximum downward pressure, he pinned the Goblin's head against the asphalt. With his other hand, he pulled the G-1 Korona combat robot from its housing and shoved the glowing barrel directly into the Goblin's open, snarling mouth.
"You think you're a monster?" Peter's voice was cold and metallic through his speakers. "Let's see how you handle a point-blank pulse blast of Celestial Tech. Open wide."