As night fell, fine raindrops began to float in the sky, and bright lights illuminated every street in New York. The blonde girl ran around the building and ran quickly.

She hiked half of New York City and came outside a gloomy factory. She climbed over a three-meter-high iron fence like a macaque and half-squatted into the black yard.

Gwen took a breath, tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and walked forward carefully.

There was no light source in the huge factory, and it covered everything silently, packaging the tall factory buildings and buildings into rugged shapes. The cool wind passed through the gaps between the doors, making people feel cold on their backs.

Gwen began to feel a little bit withdrawn, and the scorching sting never stopped for a moment since she jumped into the warehouse (but she didn't know that this was a dangerous warning of "spider sensing". She couldn't explain why, but some intuition deeply imprinted the address in her mind, like a map marked with GPS navigation.

The factory door was not locked. She lifted the nearly five-meter-high door with a force and crawled in. The black inside was covered with dust, and she couldn't see her fingers than outside. The tingling sensation guided her to the entrance of a certain basement. She held the door knocker and pulled up the heavy steel plate, revealing a slanted downward staircase.

Gwen groped along the stairs, and a faint white light blurred the outline of the stairs. She went down to the bottom and found herself in a metal room with dismal light. She sat in a rotating chair with her back facing the entrance, and four soft and drooping metal tentacles stretched out behind her, and the dim light hit the four slender black shadows on the wall.

Gwen found that her heartbeat began to lose control. She tried to cover up her anxiety by asking questions: "Who are you?"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I know you'll come to find me." The man spoke in a muddy voice, "I just didn't expect that the first one I found would be you... It's such an unexpected surprise."

The rotating chair slowly turned over, revealing the man's gloomy face. He had a flat head, dark green lenses, a decent black suit, and four metal arms swung behind him like tentacles.

Gwen recognized him.

"Otto Octavius, Dr. Octopus?" she said in surprise, "Aren't you caught by Spider-Man?"

"Yes, it's me, your creator." Otto crossed his hands and supported his chin. "I've had some problems with my memory in the past. I couldn't string together the fragments of my brain - and that was all thanks to the failed Oz human experiment in Osborne's laboratory. The explosion in the laboratory affected my mind, oh, and by the way, it stuck this thing on me that I couldn't get rid of it."

He used his mind to manipulate a tentacle and reached in front of him, and his sharp claws grabbed the sky twice.

"It was very painful at first, and these four extra arm control centers fused directly into my spinal cord, which made me feel terrible," he said. "But soon I learned to control them and coexist with them. I cheered up and tried to build a new lab and start my career again... until the abominable Spider-Man appeared and blocked my plans again and again."

"But you wanted to rob the bank and grab equipment from someone else's lab." Gwen frowned, "He was just doing good things."

"Since ancient times, those who have accomplished great things are not limited to the details." Otto said coldly, "For a long time, I was so annoyed by the hateful wall crawler, but because of memory problems, I couldn't remember who he was. But after being thrown into prison by Spider-Man, I began to have a lot of time to recall and sort out my thoughts... Then I finally remembered the accident in Osborne lab, the Oz serum incident, and the identity of Spider-Man."

He smiled, "So look, in a sense, it's thanks to Spider-Man's help. When I was working in Osborne, I was the senior director of the Oz serum project, so I knew very well the Oz equation and how it worked. So I threw a proposal to the CIA, told them the Spider-Man secret, and promised them that I could make more..." He paused and put his hands on it, "...so, there are you, my most perfect works."

Gwen bit his lip and clenched his fists: "You did this to us..."

"I created you." Otto corrected, "In other words, I am your Creator. Your life and your destiny belong to me, and the meaning of your birth is to serve me."

"No, you are not." Gwen was no longer afraid, and his gaze shot out from his green eyes. "The meaning of life is created by himself. It does not belong to God, nor to anyone, and of course it does not belong to a mad scientist who daydreams in the basement."

"Well, it's interesting." Otto was not angry, but only showed an interesting expression. "It seems that someone has instilled some strange thoughts in you. But it doesn't matter. When I catch you, I will do some necessary debugging. Then you will be very happy to serve me."

The sound of steel plates being lifted came again in the direction of the entrance, and several footsteps approached along the steps. Gwen subconsciously turned around and found that two Spider-Man with a blue and black uniform and a guy with a red cloak appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

They were stunned on the spot as if they were thunderous when they intersected Gwen's eyes.

"Ge...Gewen..."

"Hi, Peter." Otto sat upright in his chair and chuckled, "Come and meet Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman, the clone I specially customized for you. Are you moved?"

Peter came back from his shock, clenched his fist, and shot at Otto's gaze and almost spurted fire.

“Otto…”

He could not bear it anymore and crossed Gwen and rushed towards Otto at all costs.

"What did you do!"

A cold air flow followed behind him, and the chill clamped the spider-sensing warning to hurt the back of his neck. Peter reacted very quickly, and his figure was wrong, as if something long was swept through his neck coldly.

Before Peter could think about it, a new sting followed. He flew across the air and flipped over, and in an instant he changed several directions. The strange-shaped weapons came one after another under the cover of darkness, and the airflow seemed like sticks or spears. Peter avoided for a few seconds, and finally, a steel arm was accidentally hit by the lower abdomen. The huge force weighing more than ten tons was pressed over and over, which shocked him almost to pieces.

Only then did the few people notice that the four tentacles hidden in this darkness were far more than the four tentacles behind the doctor. Countless steel tentacles wandered silently like black snakes hiding underwater, waiting for an opportunity to move, intending to launch the most deadly attack on the prey that accidentally entered the room at any time.

Otto slowly stood up from his rotating chair, the metal tentacles dancing wildly behind him.
Chapter completed!