As Spider-Gwen and Spider-Man sized up the old man, one-third of the dining table before him suddenly sank. Accompanied by the sound of machinery turning, a cage slowly rose from below.
"God! Stop, stop!" Peter cried out. Inside the cage was a Spider-Man wearing a red-and-blue Spider-Man suit. Unlike Peter, he had six arms. The moment Six-Armed Spider-Man's cage opened, the scarred old man grabbed him as if he were snatching up poultry.
The old man opened his mouth as wide as it could go, and a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted. Six-Armed Spider-Man struggled violently, but he had no ability to resist in the scarred old man's grasp. A pale purple energy vortex emerged from his body. More and more energy poured forth until it became a dense purple mist, which the scarred old man swallowed in a single gulp.
"Strength, potential, the present, the future? Everything you have is mine now! Hahaha, this feels wonderful!" The old man threw back his head and laughed. Several lousy musicians in the dining hall played a tune with great effort to match his excitement.
"Beast! What kind of monster are you?!" Peter Parker had never been so furious. He saw a familiar emotion in Six-Armed Spider-Man's eyes. That was him—Spider-Man from another parallel universe. Now, after having all his life essence devoured by the scarred old man, he had become a weightless corpse and was casually tossed aside like garbage.
The old man wiped his mouth, seemingly very satisfied with this meal, then raised the red wine on the table.
"To your mothers who have entered heaven, children. Eat." The old man's voice was extremely low, and his words were firm and forceful. Even his arrogant sons and daughters listened respectfully.
The Inheritor family had strict rules. Rather than a family,