In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

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 wouldn't take it seriously, but this came from the mouth of the leader of the spider army in front of him.

That is definitely not an easy thing.

"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 teeth.

Garfield's clenched fists turned white due to the force, his nails dug deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

O'Hara's finger passed across the holographic projection, and the image suddenly stopped at a specific point in time.

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

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

O'Hara's voice was low and heavy. He lightly touched one of the light spots with his finger, and suddenly, countless images 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 revolve around Garfield like a silent cycle.

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

Uncle Ben's last smile, last teachings, and last look in those scenes were like sharp blades that cut into his heart time and time again.

"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 right words.

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

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

Garfield stumbled back a step, his hands weakly grasping the wall behind him.

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

Although it was a hot summer day and he was wearing a battle suit, Garfield still felt a chill running through his bones.

"Do not......"

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

"There must be another way..."

"Actually... I don't actually want to put the truth out there... but you have to know."

O'Hara shook his head slightly, and the holographic projection slowly faded away with his movement.

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

The first screen.

Night fell over the familiar streets of Queens.

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

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

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

"Remember, kids...with great power comes great responsibility..."

The rain mixed with Uncle Ben's blood flowed across the ground in a winding pattern.

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

"No... please... don't make me watch it again..."

Garfield's voice choked, but with O'Hara's acquiescence, the scene continued ruthlessly.

The scene changes to the living room at home.

Aunt May sat on Uncle Ben's favorite old sofa, clutching their wedding photo.

The bright smile of Uncle Ben in the photo formed a stark contrast with Aunt May's pale face at the moment.

The tear marks on her face had not yet dried, and new tears silently slid down.

"Every morning..."

Aunt May's monologue seemed to come from far away.

"I thought he was just going to work... until I saw his breakfast on the table, untouched..."

At this time, Garfield only felt a suffocating pain.

"That's enough... please stop..."

But the scene continued to unfold relentlessly.

This time it’s the bell tower.

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

With the infinite immersion of the picture, Garfield's spider-sense allows him to experience every detail with brutal clarity.

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

At this moment, time seems both infinitely long and fleeting.

It was long enough for him to remember every detail of her last expression, but fast enough for him to not have time to make any changes.

Those eyes that once sparkled with deep love are now like stars that are about to go out, their light fading away bit by bit.

The air whistled in my ears, but it could not cover up the crisp sound when the fateful spider silk broke.

"Snapped."

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

From just one image, Garfield could sense Gwen's heartbeat, which grew fainter and fainter as she fell, like the beat of a dying drum.

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

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

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

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

At the side, O'Hara's voice became low, with a barely audible tremor.

"I used to..."

He paused.

“I have also tried to change the established trajectory.”

The holographic projection flickered, revealing the image of a young girl with dark hair similar to O'Hara's, and a youthful agility that only girls can have in their eyes.

"Gabriella, my daughter."

O'Hara's voice was filled with the old tenderness, but also with a pain that could not be concealed.

"In my timeline, in 2099, she met with an...accident. As a father, I obviously cannot 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 distorted, showing a horrific scene of a collapsing universe, with fragments of space and time flying around like broken glass, and reality itself beginning to disintegrate.

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

O'Hara's voice was thick with remorse.

"I had to......"

His voice choked.

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

“That is why we cannot arbitrarily interfere with predetermined events; the web of fate is far more complex than we imagine.

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

This is not about individual choices, it’s about the survival of reality as a whole.”

He turned to Garfield with a look that was both warning and deeply compassionate.

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

"So when I tell you Uncle Ben has to . . . "

O'Hara paused.

“We have to learn to accept some pain.”

"Hehe...did you know?"

Garfield's voice was hoarse and he stood up tremblingly, the Venom symbiote roiling on his body like boiling magma.

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

Black matter began to overflow from his body, forming twisted tentacles in the air.

"Aunt Mei was in tears all day long. Gwen... the person I loved the most, just fell in front of me... and I was powerless to do anything..."

Having said that, Garfield raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"And now...you're telling me...all of this is 'necessary'?!"

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

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

Those emotional fragments twisted in the air, forming broken scenes.

"Interesting... Peter..."

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