Across Hell's Kitchen after the battle, only the whimpering sound of the wind blowing through the ruins remained.
The starlight on Evil Peter's body gradually withdrew, reverting back to that dark-golden Vibranium suit. He slowly descended from the air, and during the process, a white light visibly surfaced across his form.
Within the white light, Good Peter likewise halted his output of the energy arc, once again merging with him into one.
"All done."
Peter, having restored his main body, lightly clapped his palms, letting out such a lament from his mouth.
His voice wasn't grand, yet it clearly permeated into everyone's ears. These two words acted exactly like a switch, instantly detonating the entirety of the emotions accumulated within everyone's hearts.
"We won! We won!"
"Boss is awesome! (Voice cracking)"
The Spider-Men originating from different universes erupted into heaven-shaking cheers, embracing one another and weeping tears of joy.
The nightmare that had weighed over their heads for thousands of years, the Inheritors who could strip away their lives at any moment and even cause their universes to collapse because of it, had finally been thoroughly erased!
"Peter!"
Gwen, Felicia, and Sif, the Valkyrie from Asgard, rushed up at the very first instance, unable to resist hugging Peter out of concern and looking him up and down.
Gwen and Felicia both knew Peter possessed healing capabilities, but Solus was not an ordinary opponent after all, and had even inflicted an unprecedented injury upon Peter, so they were more or less somewhat worried whether Peter might have left behind some sort of hidden internal injury or ailment.
As for Sif, she came over purely to offer rainbow farts. As a warrior of Asgard, she wouldn't worry whether the hero returning from a massive victory was injured or not. She would only consider when she could drink fine wine heavily with the hero.
In comparison, Natasha was exceptionally self-aware; she merely concealed herself amidst the crowd, smilingly looking at Peter, who was encircled in the dead center by the three girls, an expression resembling a successful prank surfacing on her face. Hmm, correct, she had intentionally not held Sif back just now...
On the other side... Gwen and Felicia had clearly not anticipated a hand like this. The two couldn't help but freeze, first exchanging a glance, subsequently looking collectively toward Peter, the meaning behind it being simply too obvious:
This sister looks extremely unfamiliar; where exactly did you provoke her again?
Witnessing this situation, Peter couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache; he would rather fight ten more Soluses for another five hundred rounds than handle a scene like this.
But right now, he still had no choice but to introduce the three to each other amidst the bizarre gazes of the other superheroes:
"Gwen, Felicia, this is the Lady Sif from Asgard whom I spoke to you about previously."
"Sif, these two are the Gwen and Felicia I spoke to you about."
This silly girl Sif had a mind to say a few provocative words, but she was blocked back by Peter with a dangerous glare.
And although Gwen and Felicia harbored a tiny bit of dissatisfaction in their hearts, both of them understood very clearly that when outside, they had to give their man ample face, so neither said anything more!
As for Peter himself, he decisively located a new chore for himself, directly locking his gaze onto Karn and the others as he opened his mouth to say:
"Karn, Solus is already dead. You should also head back to take charge of Earth-001, which belongs to your family. In addition, there is still a half-dead Master Weaver over there waiting for you to rescue him."
Karn nodded solemnly. He cast a deep glance at Peter, and within his eyes, apart from gratitude, there was more of an unutterable reverence. He understood very clearly that the man before his eyes had already exceeded the scope of what they could comprehend.
"The gates of Earth-001 will forever be open to you," Karn first promised with a line like this, subsequently adding, "If you guys encounter some enemy in your universe in the future that cannot be handled, you are welcome to send him to Earth-001; this can also be considered a way for me to apologize to you on behalf of my father and siblings."
"As for being a guest, let's put it aside for the time being; I still have some matters that need to be handled on my end."
Speaking up to here, he turned back to look at Tony and Captain America, unable to resist flashing a smile resembling a demon's: "The battle is finished, but there is a bill that I haven't even commenced settling yet."
Tony first froze for a moment, subsequently figuring out very quickly what bill he was talking about, following which he couldn't resist becoming matchlessly excited. Sending those fat-headed, brainless fools packing from their positions—this was a massive event he had never done previously.
For a billionaire like him who had seen every type of food and entertainment, a novelty like this was exceptionally precious.
"Peter, how many individuals do you prepare to kick out of office by seizing this opportunity?"
"Does that even need to be asked?" Peter's face was still smiling, yet it caused countless people on the scene to gradually perceive a coldness that reached deep into their marrow: "Naturally, it's all of them!"
"Understood!" Tony couldn't resist rubbing his hands together. "Give me ten seconds, and I'll call over a bunch of brand-new communication drones."
The White House, the Oval Office.
Mr. President, General Mac, and the others were currently pacing back and forth anxiously.
The violent shaking sensation radiating from the direction of Hell's Kitchen left their minds unsettled, but because the battlefield was completely cut off by the energy barrier, and the live-broadcast cameras had also been destroyed by the aftermath of the battle, they fundamentally had no way of knowing the specific situation inside.
"It has already been this long, how is there not a single shred of news?" General Mac couldn't resist ripping at his tie irritably. He unexpectedly didn't even know anymore whether he hoped Peter and the others would win or lose in his heart; after all, no matter which type of outcome it was, for them it seemed to be a fatal bad ending.
"Look on the bright side," a high-ranking official couldn't resist opening his mouth to comfort him. "Perhaps they can suffer mutual destruction, or even perish together."
The moment he associated his mind with an image like that, the corner of the originally gloomy General Mac's mouth couldn't help but hook up a fraction of a curvature; if a thing like that could truly transpire, then it would be simply too wonderful!
Just as he was harboring this thought in his heart, every single screen inside the office—televisions, computers, and even the assistant's tablet—suddenly lit up simultaneously. After the static flickered for a brief moment, a silhouette that made their scalps tingle surfaced on the screens.
The signature dark-gold skull mask and the suit on his body were spotless. It was precisely the Adjudicator, Peter Parker!
Spurt—
Mr. President sprayed a whole mouthful of coffee entirely over the documents before him. His body went soft, nearly sliding down from his chair. Inside the office, the smiles on everyone's faces froze right on their countenances.
They watched with their own eyes as the Arbiter inside the screens, using a calm tone that was terrifyingly heart-chilling, declared to the entire world:
"Citizens of New York, fellow compatriots of America."
"I am the Arbiter"
"Right now, I want to announce a piece of good news to you all. Just a moment ago, a crisis sufficient to destroy our entire civilization... has been thoroughly resolved by us."
"New York is safe."
"America is safe."
"The world is safe."
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