The Spider-God, incarnated as the Web of Life, said a great deal, and said it well, but that could not conceal the fact that it knew nothing itself.
Still, it made sense when he thought about it. If the Spider-God had truly been capable and exceptionally well-informed, it should have been one of the victors of the First God War. Instead, it had taken the path of merging itself with the Dao, turning itself into the abstract concept of a "web" and playing games of choosing people through totems.
With limited abilities and no desire to take sides, simply finding a way to survive was already good enough.
"Fine, keep weaving. And help me keep an eye on the important people while you're at it."
As Su Ming spoke, he had already brought the cat to a lush green planet. They wandered across a fertile grassland as he looked toward the distant sea.
"Adjutant will send you a list later. Everyone on it is someone important to me. And Spider-Man—so long as your Little Bugs don't die, the Marvel Universe won't collapse. Understand?"
Having become the great web itself, the Spider-God could no longer speak. It could only answer through its representative on the web, the Great Weaver. The latter was also poor at communication; after putting on that eight-eyed mask, he acted as though he had become Autistic One.
But nodding was enough. Su Ming did not expect a spider to confront any crisis head-on anyway. This incident involved invaders from an external level, after all. Dealing with them fell within the Sorcerer Supreme's responsibilities.
"A spider can actually become a god? And one that weaves webs across countless universes? You raised it, didn't you? I actually quite like eating spiders. Their silk sacs chew like gum, meow."
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