Dizzy and disoriented, his body felt as heavy as iron...
Peter Parker slowly opened his eyes. The memories in his mind were a chaotic mess, flashing past frame by frame like the montage before death.
To put it another way, it was like plugging a USB drive into a computer while data transferred at high speed. The strange part was that Parker felt like he was both the USB drive and the computer.
In the final fragments of his memories, he had destroyed the Super Collider. His badly injured body had been pinned beneath the rubble, where Kingpin's pot-sized fists had beaten him to death...
After that, he seemed to have gone somewhere called Hell. Everything was hazy, and he could not remember clearly.
Two figures in front of him were arguing. One was surrounded by black mist, while the other blazed with flames. They had barely argued for long before coming to blows.
The flaming figure was immediately pinned to the ground and thoroughly beaten. Enraged and humiliated, he called for help, and thousands upon thousands of underlings appeared to surround the figure shrouded in black mist.
Lightning flashed, and the slaughter began.
Bodies carpeted the ground, blood flowed into rivers, and agonized screams spread in every direction.
Who knew how long it had been? In the end, only the figure wreathed in black mist remained standing. Everyone else was dead, and the flaming figure's entire head had been ripped off by force.
A huge hand reached toward him, and then...
He woke up.
His stiff eyelids slowly opened. Parker felt the rigid helplessness of sleep paralysis, as if his body did not belong to him.
A face almost identical to his own appeared in his vision. The man had dyed hair and looked a little older.
Well, he