At this moment, it wasn't just this mother who thought she "deserved to die."
When the camera captured the moment Peter appeared, the audience across the country felt an inexplicable shock.
In the past few days, what kind of life had The Arbiter been living?
Cyberbullied by the whole nation, mocked as a clown, and backstabbed by countless New York citizens he worked so hard to protect!
If they were in The Arbiter's shoes, they would have probably turned dark long ago.
But now, when the lives of New York citizens were threatened and they fell into despair, that man didn't choose to stand by. Instead, he took the initiative to step forward and protect those who opposed him!
What a noble spirit this is!
At this moment, watching The Arbiter fight the Inheritor Family all alone...
Countless people felt as if something was blocking their throats, an uncomfortable sensation.
"I know your target is me. In that case, follow me. Let's settle this somewhere else."
Peter, wearing his black-gold Battle Suit, looked calmly at the Inheritor Family, who were staring at him with greedy eyes.
There wasn't a hint of trembling in his voice.
Seeing that "the other" had finally appeared, the members of the Inheritor Family all showed the sadistic gazes of predators watching a prey fall into a trap.
You must know, every single one of them was a being who had once destroyed countless Universes!
Therefore, although they had confirmed through Deimos that the other's strength was quite impressive, they still had absolute confidence in their collective combat power.
This was the first time in hundreds of years that the Inheritor Family had fought together.
The last opponent that required their entire family to assemble for battle was the Master Weaver!
Even the Master Weaver, a low-level deity, had fallen at their hands and become their slave.
How many rounds could a mere other last under the combined assault of their whole family?
Thus, Morlun and the others had no intention of refusing Peter's proposal, even treating it as Peter's "last wish."
"Even though your current attempt to reduce casualties is nothing but a futile effort—once you die, this Universe will collapse along with your death.
But since you want to pick a suitable place to bury your bones, we don't mind giving you some end-of-life care."
As Morlun spoke, he made a casual "after you" gesture, looking completely confident and in control.
The scene was broadcast live to the TV screens of the national audience through the cameras.
When they saw Peter leading Inheritors to Hells Kitchen...
And Inheritors silently following behind like jackals waiting for their prey to die, everyone felt an unprecedented sense of tragic heroism.
Mr. Arbiter... he would actually rather sacrifice himself to save these protesters who opposed him.
Even knowing he is going to die, does he hope to completely clear out Hells Kitchen, this scar of New York, before he passes?
What a noble spirit.
He really... I'm crying my eyes out.
The audience watched in silence as Peter led the Inheritor Family away from Times Square; it felt just like... watching Tiga turn into a stone statue right before their eyes.
At this moment, even the haters who had previously resented The Arbiter let it go.
One by one, they truly wished they could lend their light to The Arbiter.
...
"Is this the place?"
After Peter arrived at Hells Kitchen, he stopped moving forward.
Morlun and the others, whose patience was also nearing its end, couldn't help but comment on Hells Kitchen:
"I thought you'd pick a place with beautiful scenery as your burial ground, but you chose a place full of trash? Your taste is truly hard to describe."
He was unscrupulously mocking Peter.
And while the audience across America clenched their fists in hatred but were powerless...
In the sky, a piercing sonic boom rang out!
A gold and red streak of light burst into the battlefield, arms spread wide. The repulsors in his palms blasted away an Inheritor who was still trying to slaughter the nearby marchers:
"Hey, Arbiter, you're being a bit unfair. Stealing the spotlight all by yourself without calling me, huh?"
Behind him, a quinjet slowly landed, and Nightingale, Natasha, Hawkeye, and others stepped out.
Almost at the same moment they appeared, the figure of Steve Rogers leaped down from a nearby building:
"And us!"
Behind him stood Ghost-Spider, Daredevil, Iron Fist, White Tiger, and other street-level heroes who had publicly expressed their opposition to the registration act in the media.
Seeing these people appear, the national audience was stunned for a moment, then one by one, they showed incredibly complex expressions.
Superheroes!
It was those superheroes who, not long ago, were publicly opposed in the media—one side supporting registration, the other firmly against it.
While the entire internet was looking forward to these superheroes starting a civil war to satisfy their dark "bored, I want to see a bloodbath" mentality...
They chose without hesitation to put aside their internal conflicts and rush to the battlefield together to help The Arbiter resist the foreign enemy.
At this moment, the actions of Tony and Captain America were like a mirror, completely exposing the ugliness within the audience's hearts.
In the distant White House in Washington...
The high-level politicians were now like ducks being choked by their necks, the smiles on their faces as stiff as low-quality plaster statues.
Seeing the appearance of the superheroes, their moods were complex to the extreme.
On one hand, hope couldn't help but rise in their hearts, thinking that the combination of superheroes might repel these damn invaders(Inheritors).
But on the other hand, they realized a terrifying future that belonged uniquely to them.
That was that the superheroes they regarded as "pawns" and "consumables" were now united once again like a solid block of iron.
In this situation, if these Inheritors were really driven back by these superheroes...
Then after Inheritors were dealt with, who would be the second group to be liquidated?
The answer to this question is so hard to guess...
At this thought, the politicians' faces turned pale. For a moment, they didn't even know which side they should support to win.
While their thoughts were complex to the extreme...
Another change actually occurred on the scene.
"How can such a big scene be missing us 'Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Men'!"
A slightly punk-style raspy voice rang out.
Following that, under the uncertain gazes of the national audience, one Spider-Man after another with different looks swung out from the shadows!
Punk Spider-Man, Spider-Man Noir, Peni Parker, Spider-Ham... a dense Spider Army composed of dozens of Spider-Men descended from the sky!
At this moment, the entire American audience fell into a collective silence.
Everyone stared blankly at the screen.
Crossing time and space... the Spider Army...
These things that were treated as jokes not long ago, which they were certain were just The Arbiter's nonsensical ramblings after getting high, were now being presented before their eyes in the most shocking and indisputable way!
Every word The Arbiter said... was all true.
From beginning to end, he never told a single lie.
He was truly fighting alone to protect everyone.
And we not only failed to help him but instead stabbed him in the back!
"Damn it, we really deserve to die!"