The blood on his body was still there, and there were several holes in his clothes, but the blood flowing on the ground was gone. Peter found that the road ground beneath him had turned into dirt, now glowing with a dark red sheen.

Peter patted the dirt on his body and stood up slowly. When he turned around, he froze in place.

It was a huge black sun.

It was suspended in front of Peter, and behind it in the thick mist were countless huge eyes and mouths.

"Who are you?"

Peter asked involuntarily, because he felt that the other party was wise and able to communicate.

The mouth in the mist moved.

"You died that everyone might live."

"...I'm not." Peter shook his head and said, "They were alive to begin with. The disaster that shouldn't have happened caused them to die. I just made everything return to normal."

The black sun stared at him silently.

Peter went on to say: "Everyone should live well, without experiencing any suffering, and be happy and peaceful forever."

"Disasters prevent them from doing this, causing them to go through disasters and even death. What I do is not to save, but to make those things that they should not have to endure disappear and let people get what they deserve."

"I'm not the savior, I'm just Spider-Man."
Chapter completed!