"Oh, God. Ahem, I mean, I should've known."
Little Black Spider poked his head in from outside the doorframe. Smiling, he entered the room, only to be stunned by the garbage-dump-like environment. He forcibly looked away from the piles of junk and changed the subject.
"Mr. Parker, I always thought the designation Earth-9997 sounded familiar. So this is your world. Do you remember me?"
When dealing with the Inheritors, Deathstroke had gathered nearly every living Spider-Man from across the Parallel Universes and connected them through the Spider Web.
The Peter Parker and May Parker of this world had naturally been part of that team. They simply had not stood out much in battle, since everyone's attention had been focused on Takuya's giant robot.
May was Venom's host in this universe. Venom liked her very much and often turned her into something as sticky as flypaper so it could stick to things everywhere for fun.
As for this Peter, if Su Ming had to give him a distinguishing codename, he would rather call him the "Idealist Spider-Man."
Many Spider-Men believed in that famous creed: "With great power comes great responsibility."
But this middle-aged Peter Parker had already surpassed Uncle Ben and formed his own understanding of the world. To him, it was, "With great responsibility comes great power."
Whenever he did not feel that the world needed him, he was like the Deadpool this Earth lacked—slovenly, lecherous, unwashed, and endlessly chatty. He was just a fat shut-in uncle, a TV addict who liked beautiful girl idols and any show with skimpy outfits.
But the moment he felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, he could go out and fight for justice in the very next second. His combat ability ranked among the best of the many Spider-Men because he had