American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

Garfield's expression seemed to be frozen in time at that moment.

His lips trembled slightly, and under the mask, his amber eyes flashed with disbelief.

If this was said by someone else, he would not take it seriously, but this was said by the leader of the Spider Army in front of him.

It was definitely not a simple matter.

"What...what do you mean?"

Garfield stared at O'Hara, as if something was choking his throat.

"Uncle Ben...what's wrong?"

The last few words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Garfield's clenched fist turned white due to the force, and his nails sank deeply into his palm, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

O'Hara's fingers passed over the holographic projection, and the picture suddenly stopped at a specific time point.

"In fact...he deserves to die."

"Look...this is the original timeline."

O'Hara's voice was low and heavy, and his fingers gently touched one of the light spots, and suddenly, countless pictures bloomed in the air like broken mirrors.

Each fragment reflects a similar but slightly different scene:

Benjamin Parker in different universes, on the streets on a rainy night, in a dim warehouse, or in a busy shopping mall... but all the pictures point to the same inevitable ending.

These fragments rotate around Garfield, like a silent reincarnation.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, he saw himself in countless parallel universes, each experiencing the same pain at a similar moment.

Uncle Ben's last smile, last teaching, and last look in those pictures all cut into his heart like a sharp blade.

"In every known universe,"

O'Hara continued, with undisguised pity in his voice.

"Benjamin Parker's departure is an inevitable node, this..."

He paused, as if searching for the most appropriate words.

"This sacrifice is the key to Peter Parker's transformation into a true Spider-Man...

This is the trajectory of fate, a story that is repeated by every universe and every Peter."

Garfield staggered back a step, holding the wall behind him with his hands weakly.

His eyes were still fixed on the constantly changing pictures, wanting to engrave every frame into his soul.

Although it was in the middle of summer and he was still wearing a battle suit, Garfield still felt a chill to the bone.

"No..."

Garfield muttered to himself, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"There must be other ways..."

"Actually... I don't want to reveal the facts... but you have to know."

O'Hara shook his head gently, and the holographic projection slowly faded under his action.

The ruins fell into a suffocating silence again, and the picture was regenerated.

The first picture.

The night enveloped the familiar streets of Queens.

Uncle Ben fell in the dim light of the street lamp, and the blood on his chest was stained in the rain.

Garfield felt like he had entered the picture. At night, every detail was so clear—

Uncle Ben’s slightly trembling fingers, his gradually distracted eyes, and the words he often mentioned:

“Remember, child…with great power comes great responsibility…”

Rainwater mixed with Uncle Ben’s blood flowed on the ground.

Garfield could feel how helpless and desperate he was in the picture. He wanted to grasp Uncle Ben’s lost life, but he could only watch it slip through his fingers.

“No…please…don’t let me watch it again…”

Garfield’s voice choked, but with O’Hara’s acquiescence, the picture continued mercilessly.

The scene changed to the living room at home.

Aunt May sat on Uncle Ben’s favorite old sofa, holding their wedding photo tightly in her hand.

Uncle Ben’s bright smile in the photo formed a striking contrast with Aunt May’s pale face at the moment.

The tears on her face had not dried yet, and new tears slid silently again.

“Every morning…”

Aunt May’s monologue seemed to come from a far away place.

"I thought he was just going to work... until I saw his breakfast on the table, no one had touched it..."

At this time, Garfield only felt a suffocating pain.

"Enough... please stop..."

But the picture continued to unfold mercilessly.

This time it was the clock tower.

Gwen Stacy's long golden hair fluttered in the moonlight, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

With the infinite substitution of the picture, Garfield's spider sense allowed him to experience every detail with a cruel clarity.

His outstretched fingers could almost touch the corner of her clothes, but he could only watch the figure continue to fall.

Time at this moment was both infinitely long and fleeting.

Long enough for him to rememberAll the details in her last expression, but so fast that he had no time to make any changes

The eyes that once shone with deep love, now like a star that is about to go out, the light is fading away bit by bit.

The air whistled in his ears, but it could not cover the crisp sound when the fateful spider silk was broken.

"Snap."

The sound of the spine breaking was as light as a mosquito, but it was infinitely magnified in Garfield's five senses.

With just one picture, Garfield could sense Gwen's heartbeat, which became weaker and weaker as she fell, like the drumbeat of a dying struggle.

In the picture, he hugged Gwen's body, feeling her gradually cold, and the spider sense cruelly made him realize how life was draining away from her body bit by bit.

"I'm sorry... Gwen... I'm sorry..."

Whether in the picture or in reality, Garfield knelt on the ground together, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Do you think I don't understand the temptation to change my fate?"

Aside, O'Hara's voice became low, revealing a barely audible tremor.

"I used to..."

He paused.

"I also tried to change the established trajectory."

The holographic projection flickered, showing the image of a young girl with dark hair similar to O'Hara's, and the youthful spirit in her eyes.

"Gabriella, my daughter."

O'Hara's voice was full of the tenderness of the past, but with unconcealed pain.

"In my timeline, in 2099, she suffered an...accident, and as a father, I obviously couldn't accept this reality."

"I found another universe where Gabriella was still alive, and I thought, maybe I could..."

O'Hara took a deep breath.

"I tried to bring her back, and I thought I had found the perfect solution."

"But I was wrong, so wrong."

The holographic image suddenly twisted, showing a terrifying scene of a universe collapsing, fragments of time and space flying around like broken glass, and reality itself began to disintegrate.

"The causal chain of the entire universe began to collapse. Not only my timeline, but also several adjacent universes were affected, and millions of lives were in danger."

O'Hara's voice was full of self-blame.

"I had to..."

His voice choked.

"I had to watch Gabriella of that universe disappear into the cracks of time and space before everything could stabilize again."

"That's why we can't interfere with established events at will. The network of fate is much more complicated than we think.

Changing a node may cause the collapse of the entire universe.

This is not about personal choice, but about the survival of the entire reality."

He turned to Garfield, with both warning and deep sympathy in his eyes.

To be honest, among so many Spider-Man universes, Garfield's fate is the worst he has ever seen, no one.

"So when I tell you that Uncle Ben must..."

O'Hara paused.

"Some pain, we must learn to accept."

"Hehe...you know?"

Garfield's voice was hoarse, and he stood up tremblingly, and the Venom Symbiote rolled on him like boiling magma.

"When I saw Uncle Ben die... I could even feel every bit of his pain, every bit of regret..."

The black substance began to overflow from his body, forming twisted tentacles in the air.

"Aunt May was in tears all day long, Gwen... the person I loved the most, just fell in front of me... but I was powerless..."

At this point, Garfield raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"And now... you fucking tell me... all this is 'necessary'?!"

The next second, the symbiote suit was completely out of control, and a black wave erupted from his body.

In the spiritual world, the weak Venom consciousness was forcibly activated by the nutrients formed by Garfield's extreme pain and grief.

The emotional fragments twisted in the air, forming broken scenes one by one.

"Interesting... Peter..."

"Then let's make a big fuss..."