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

(I watched Venom 3 today, I will bring up the setting soon)

"Strange."

Old Wang's voice suddenly became serious.

"Kafka's Oblivion Spell is one of the most dangerous forbidden spells... It will affect the memory of the entire universe, and the slightest mistake will cause unimaginable consequences."

But Strange has already started reading the ancient book.

Ever since he witnessed Peter's courage on Titan, the young man has won his trust.

Not everyone dares to participate in a cosmic battle at the age of 16.

What's more, the opponent is a being of Thanos' level.

"Don't worry, Old Wang."

Strange said without raising his head.

"I am the Supreme Sorcerer."

Soon, the basement of the temple was set up with a magic circle.

Countless runes flowed in the air, emitting a faint blue light.

Strange stood in the center of the magic circle, making seals with his hands.

"Are you ready, Peter?"

The wizard asked.

"Wait!"

Peter suddenly remembered something.

"This spell will make everyone forget that I'm Spider-Man, right?"

"Yes."

"Will MJ and Ned forget too?"

Strange suddenly stopped his gesture and frowned.

"So... you want them to remember?"

"Yes! And Aunt May!"

Peter said.

"They are the people closest to me."

"Okay."

Strange adjusted the magic circle.

"Any other requests?"

"Uh..."

Peter scratched his head.

"Happy should remember, too, after all, he is Tony's friend..."

The light of the magic circle fluctuated slightly.

Lao Wang frowned on the side.

"Oh, right!"

Peter said again.

"Other people in the Avengers should also know my identity..."

"Peter..."

Strange's voice was a little tense.

"And..."

"Enough!"

With a loud bang, the magic circle suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

Countless runes began to twist, as if trying to break free from control.

Sweat beads oozed from Strange's forehead, and he tried his best to maintain the stability of the spell.

"Boom boom--"

The whole temple began to shake, and ancient artifacts fell from the shelves. Lao Wang had to open a protective shield to protect the surrounding artifacts.

"Mr. Strange... What's going on?"

Peter asked in panic.

"Damn... The spell is out of control!"

Strange gritted his teeth.

"Too many exceptional conditions disturb the balance of the magic circle."

In the dazzling light, Peter seemed to see images of countless parallel worlds.

In some worlds, he never became Spider-Man; in some worlds, he chose to cooperate with Mysterio; in some worlds, he even saw Tony was still alive...

"Dr. Strange!"

Peter wanted to get closer to the magic circle, but was pushed away by an invisible force.

"Don't come over!"

Strange shouted, and at the same time drew complex seals with both hands.

"I must end the spell immediately!"

With a deafening bang, the light of the magic circle finally dissipated.

Strange knelt on the ground exhausted, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"My God..."

Old Wang put away the protective shield.

"Strange... you almost caused the multiverse to rupture."

Hearing this, Peter stood there, looking at the messy basement, his heart full of guilt:

"I'm sorry, Dr. Strange, I..."

"Tell me, Peter."

Strange stood up, his tone serious.

"Before coming to me, did you try to talk to the admissions office of MIT? Explain the situation?"

"Uh..."

Peter lowered his head in embarrassment.

"No..."

"So your first reaction is to use magic to make the world start over for you?"

Strange was a little annoyed.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?"

"I just..."

Peter hesitated.

"I just want everything to return to normal..."

"There is no such thing as 'normal' in life, Peter."

Strange's voice softened.

"Every choice has its price. If you choose to be Spider-Man, you must bear everything that comes with this identity."

Peter was silent.

The cold wind blew through the ancient buildings on Bleecker Street, rolling up a few yellow leaves.

Peter walked out of the temple in frustration, his hands deep in his jacket pockets.

"Maybe Mr. Strange is right..."

He muttered to himself, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the spider mask in his pocket.

Suddenly, a strong tinglingThe pain went straight from the spine to the brain——

Spider sense! But this time it felt very different. It was not an ordinary danger warning, but a deep, almost suffocating fear.

"This is..."

Peter turned around abruptly and wanted to return to the temple to seek Strange's help.

But at this moment, the world was distorted like the funhouse mirror on the top of Broadway.

The road under his feet seemed to be torn by invisible hands, revealing a deep blue light.

Peter wanted to shoot out spider silk, but the surrounding buildings had become distorted and blurred, and he couldn't find a point of force at all.

At the moment it happened, he only felt that he was caught in a huge vortex, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

In the last awakening, he seemed to see Lao Wang shouting something at the door of the temple...

At the same time, the extraordinary world.

Garfield Peter returned home, took off the black symbiote suit and threw it aside.

(To avoid confusion, I will call him Garfield directly, and Peter only when necessary.)

After doing all this, Garfield didn't care about the wounds on his body that had completely healed. He simply took out a bottle of happy water from the refrigerator and drank it by himself.

He was very tired, not physically, but mentally.

The battle with Riot and Dr. Lizard made him highly nervous, and he didn't dare to slack off at all.

If there was... the price might be the fall of the entire New York.

But...

Now, it's finally getting better.

Aunt May has been at Osborne Private Hospital, taking care of Uncle Ben who has not yet woken up, and Harry also took his father-in-law to the hospital at the same time, and Gwen also came to take care of him.

But... what made Peter particularly speechless was that Harry actually put Uncle Ben and Uncle George's beds together out of a bad taste.

You know, Uncle Ben and Aunt May don't know their identities... If Uncle George reveals even a little bit...

Oh... That would be really troublesome...

"I hope they don't tell Aunt May..."

Garfield Peter collapsed on the bed.

His room was small, but fortunately quiet.

There were a few photos of him and Gwen on the wall, and various mechanical parts and unfinished web launchers were piled in the corner.

However, just as he was about to close his eyes, a strange blue light suddenly lit up in the room.

"Fuck... Is this really endless?"

Garfield Peter immediately turned over, and his spider sense made him instinctively take a defensive posture.

"Ahhh——"

The next second, a figure fell out of the light and fell heavily on his second-hand sofa.