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When Jonathan walked out of the golden portal, the suffocating feeling of spatial distortion was still pulsating at his nerve endings.

The teleportation process is like being kneaded by an invisible giant hand all over the body. The discomfort... is almost as bad as the pain in the balls.

The air was filled with a faint smell of ozone, mixed with a faint smell of sulfur.

It is the remnant of dimensional magic.

"Damn it... Is this portal created by the Ancient One wrong?"

He rubbed his temples hard, trying to ease the pain that seemed to be tearing his skull apart.

"This is more uncomfortable than pulling it in half and pinching it off."

At this moment, Jonathan's retina still had the runes wriggling on the arms of the Dimensional Demon God.

Those twisted black lines were like living things, installing free "beautiful contact lenses" in the corners of his eyes.

Although it doesn't affect the viewing experience, Jonathan felt uncomfortable in his heart: No.

It's like someone else's USB plugged into your body.

Only disgusting...

And...what the hell is going on?

First there was the Spider Army that could cheat at will by relying on the power of technology, and now a copycat version of Dormammu has appeared?

Now you tell me that the Time Administration and the Dimensional Demon are also chasing me?

What the fuck...

Jonathan's fingers twitched unconsciously, which was the aftereffect of being ambushed while eating the watermelon just now.

"At least Dormammu is a serious boss..."

Jonathan continued to talk to himself.

"The Lord of the Dark Dimension at least has a decent appearance, but this thing, damn little Karami, has set his sights on me..."

At this moment, Jonathan's voice suddenly froze in his throat.

The scene in front of me is so fucking funny.

Miles' black battle suit was twisted into a huge cocoon by the spider silk.

The spider silk was pulling inwards so hard that no matter how hard Miles tried he could only wriggle like a maggot.

As for Garfield next to him...due to his height advantage, he looked more like a long maggot crawling slowly.

As for why it's slow...

The main thing was that he saw Jonathan and realized that he was saved.

The idiot next to him seems to be turned upside down and can't be seen.

"interesting......"

Jonathan's mouth twisted into a dangerous arc.

His eyes moved back and forth between the portal and Miles, and he tried hard to suppress his smile as he took out his cell phone from the system space.

With a "click", Jonathan took a good selfie with them as the background.

"It's just perfect... You don't see that often."

As he spoke, Jonathan was about to move forward.

But at this moment he noticed that the golden portal that had brought him here was still quietly suspended in the air.

Energy fluctuations flowed around the edge of the door frame, making a slight humming sound.

"Oh? Looks like there's something else going on..."

Jonathan then narrowed his eyes and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hey... finger to wisdom!

His eyes moved back and forth between the portal and the bound Miles, and suddenly a fantastic idea popped into his mind.

Ancient One said that something unusual happened in this world, so it was probably the multiverse isotope traveling through time. In this universe, there is only one Garfield who is Spider-Man, and Miles is a weakling...

It doesn't fit here...

It’s better to send it back.

Anyway, he is also a factor that causes dimensional anomalies. His anchored world is in another black universe, not here.

Thinking of this, he slowly walked towards Miles.

But at this time, the painting style in Miles' eyes was extremely terrifying:

His footsteps were particularly clear in the silent night sky.

Every step was like a heavy hammer stepping on his heart, causing Miles to tense up his whole body. The sense of oppression became stronger and stronger, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat.

Miles twisted his body in vain, and the spider silk made a teeth-grinding friction sound as he moved.

His breathing became rapid, and his eyes behind the mask were filled with confusion and anxiety.

The feeling of being completely restrained made his spider-sense go wild, but he could do nothing but watch Jonathan approach step by step.

There was a big fight just now, and he also took action... What if it was a villain...

Hey hey hey...why the hell was I lifted up?

"I'm sorry, Miles."

There was a hint of amusement in Jonathan's voice and a wicked smile on his lips.

"Your main story isn't here. It just happens to fix the chaos. Oh, and by the way...if you're underage, don't run around. It's still okay to have a premature love relationship."

Jonathan's right hand slowly grabbed the spider web wrapped around Miles.

The strength of the muscles was transmitted through the spider silk, and Miles could clearly feel an irresistible force lifting him up.

"Hey! Wait, what are you doing?"

There was panic in Miles' voice. He twisted his body frantically, but the spider silk became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't move at all.

He doesn't want to...

"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry. My sexual orientation is very normal."

Jonathan was speechless.

Damn it...if you shout so loudly, be careful or people will think I’m gay.

"I'll send you back to save your father. Are you willing?"

"What? You said something's going to happen to my dad?"

"Hey... just go and take a look and you'll know. Why are you talking so much nonsense..."

Both Miles and Garfield were confused as well.

But Jonathan didn't care about that and started his performance.

He adjusted his posture and held Miles, who was cocooned in the spider web, firmly with his right hand.

At this moment, Miles looked like an oversized basketball.

"Miles, ever had gym class?"

"Let's review basketball fundamentals."

“What’s the key to shooting?”

"Should we treat students as basketballs?"

Miles suggested weakly, he seemed to have a very ominous premonition...

"wrong!"

Jonathan leaned back slightly and assumed a textbook-standard shooting posture.

"The key is to release the ball high, keep the wrist relaxed, and..."

He paused, his voice suddenly becoming passionate.

"Be like Lao Da and believe that you can make any shot!"

"Who is Lao Da?"

"Kobe!"

With a low shout from Jonathan, Miles flew towards the portal in a perfect parabola.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

The portal's golden energy ripples spread through the air like ripples on a lake.

Miles stuck his butt out and drew a graceful arc in the air. His posture could barely be called elegant, if you ignored the detail that he was swearing in various languages.

That would be a stunning goal.

"The arc of the ball,"

Jonathan nodded in satisfaction.

"Just like the perfect buzzer beater by the Spurs with 0.4 seconds left..."

The golden energy of the portal instantly engulfed Miles.

The surrounding sparks flashed twice and then dissipated like broken glass, leaving only a few wisps of golden energy residue floating in the air.

Wardfake...

Garfield Maggot was completely stunned, and the exaggerated eyes on the spider mask opened even wider.

There was an awkward silence in the air.

"Uh......"

"Harry..."

Garfield paused, as if considering his words.

"The family genetic disease you mentioned...could this be it?"