Peter sighed as he effortlessly dodged the claw strike and tail swipe, flipping back with ease.
'Oh shit, not again.'
It was always something.
Peter put his hands up. "Doc, I am Peter."
But Connor's golden reptilian eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Do you take me for a fool? Peter would have shown some fear and hesitation when looking at me, but you showed none of it. Now, you can't even deny it since no human could have done what you did."
Peter felt a moment of exasperation and facepalmed.
'Damn, what a blunder. My mind was operating at low signals.'
If he had acted more normal, this wouldn't have happened. But because he was too used to being a predator, Connor's instincts rejected his presence.
Well… he could fight it out, but that would just make things worse.
Peter sighed and quickly changed the narrative.
"Okay, wait. I am Spider-Man. I saw Peter in a hurry with a worried look, so I decided to help him out, and here we are."
With that, he dropped the illusion.
Connor's eyes flickered with uncertainty. He knew Spider-Man—his son was a fan, and the hero was always around, interacting with people.
But his mind was twisted by the serum.
Connor's thoughts spiraled into paranoia.
'Is it true? Is he really helping Peter? No… he might be after me. He might want to experiment on my body to see how this transformation happened.'
Spidey's reputation wasn't flawless either—everyone knew he confiscated items from criminals. What if he saw Connor as a specimen?
The lizard instincts were winning over his rational side.
"Only if Peter arrives will I trust you." Connor growled, shifting his body low to the ground, moving side to side, his claws tensed, looking for an opening.
Peter grimaced.
'Damn. I could make an illusion clone, but he'd see through it.
I could make an earth clone, but it wouldn't have a heartbeat.'
Connor wasn't stupid—his instincts made him hyper-aware.
Peter sighed and muttered, "Sorry about this, Doc."
He flicked his wrist—an ice pellet shot forward.
Connor tried to dodge, but it hit him dead-on, freezing his body in place. His scales cracked as frost spread over him, making him snarl in pain.
The ice didn't hold him for long—Connor broke free—but it was too late. His movements were sluggish, his reaction time dulled.
That was all Peter needed.
He webbed Connor up instantly, using his enhanced webs to keep him bound.
Once Connor was secure, Peter heated his body to clear away the cold, making sure not to harm him further.
Connor snarled viciously, his yellow eyes burning with anger.
"What do you want with me? I won't allow anyone to use me. I will kill you and everyone else before that can happen!"
Peter frowned.
That wasn't Connor talking.
He knew the side effects of the serum—this was the beast, not the man.
Peter sighed as he looked at the struggling Lizard.
"Connor, calm down. I'm here to help. You told Peter that you needed help, so tell me how we can reverse this and what happened."
He locked eyes with Connor, speaking slowly, trying to reach him—but it was useless.
There were two minds inside one body—the rational Connor Curtis and the Lizard's primal instincts.
Peter tried using a subtle genjutsu influence, a gentle mental nudge to make Connor listen. But his technique wasn't strong enough to work against a split consciousness.
Connor felt the attempt and struggled harder against the webbing, his golden eyes blazing.
Peter sighed again, his voice sincere.
"Come on, Doctor. I'm sorry about that. I thought you needed an extra push because of the urgency. You're already losing your mind, so please—talk to me before it's too late."
Peter's worry was genuine.
This wasn't just some random villain—this was Dr. Curtis Connor, one of the few mentors in Peter's life.
He wasn't just a scientist—he was someone who had opened the world of science for Peter, given him opportunities, and even trusted him with secret projects.
Peter owed him too much.
And now, because Peter hadn't played this right, Connor's mind was slipping away.
If Peter lost him, he'd never forgive himself.
He wouldn't be able to face his family—the people who depended on him.
The Lizard Awakens
But Connor didn't reply.
Instead, his muscles tensed, and with a violent thrash, he lunged forward—his jaw snapping with deadly intent.
He moved like a giant worm, wriggling unnaturally to sink his fangs into Peter's flesh.
Peter's guilt deepened.
He realized something—Connor had lost control because he hadn't seen Peter.
His mind had spiraled into despair, and now the Lizard had completely taken over.
And that was Peter's fault.
Peter had seconds to react.
His spider-sense screamed as he grabbed the webbing around Connor, leaping out of the window.
BOOM!
A rocket slammed into the abandoned building, engulfing it in flames.
Peter twisted in the air, landing gracefully.
His instincts flared again—another attack!
Without hesitation, he sank into the ground using the Earth Fish Projection Technique, narrowly dodging a hailstorm of bullets.
His body moved smoothly through the dirt, the ability feeling completely natural.
This technique was easy for him because of his affinities:
Yin & Yang – A gift from Yami.
Earth – His natural element, likely due to his spider DNA.
The fusion of Yin and Earth made this technique second nature to him.
Peter dragged Connor down with him, going ten meters deep.
Above, robotic spiders sprayed bullets, cutting through the ground like a hot knife through butter.
"Damn, they're strong."
Peter maneuvered through the tunnels, then burst out of the ground, leaping onto a rooftop far from the battlefield.
Placing Connor down safely, he analyzed his foes.
In front of him stood 10 towering spider-like robots, each standing 5 meters tall.
These weren't just random killer bots—they were designed specifically for one purpose.
To hunt and kill Spider-Man.
They were heavily armed with rocket launchers, machine guns, rail guns, seeker bombs, poison spray, acid and electrocution.
Peter's eyes narrowed.
These were not ordinary machines.
This was Kingpin's first wave of Spider Slayers.
And he was their first target.
Through the cameras installed inside the Spider Slayer robots, Wilson Fisk—Kingpin—watched the battle unfold.
A smug smirk crossed his face as he leaned back in his massive leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine in one hand.
The footage was crystal clear.
Peter Parker—Spider-Man—had reacted fast, saving Dr. Curt Connors from the ambush.
But it didn't matter.
Kingpin's plans were already in motion.
"Shocker did his job well," he mused, taking a sip from his glass.
The serum had been retrieved, and now he was more than curious about its effects.
And Spider-Man?
He was the current prey.
"Get the Lizard as well," Kingpin ordered, his voice calm yet commanding.
"We could have some use for him."
His men nodded, relaying the command.
On the screen, the Spider Slayer squad adjusted their targeting systems, locking onto both Parker and Connors.
Kingpin chuckled, picking up a light snack and taking another bite.
This was going to be entertaining.
The battlefield had descended into chaos. Buildings collapsed, streets were torn apart, and the air was thick with smoke and dust. The distant wail of police sirens signaled incoming reinforcements—but Peter knew that if he didn't end this soon, innocent lives would be caught in the crossfire.
Before engaging, he made a critical decision.
"Deploy Guardian Drones!"
From his seal, multiple spider-shaped drones shot out, moving at high speeds across the battlefield. They were equipped with web emitters, guns, and emergency evacuation protocols.
DRONES ACTIVATED!
Each drone quickly scanned the battlefield, identifying civilians in danger and moving to extract them. Some used mini-web shooters to carry people to safety, while others blocked stray bullets and missiles, creating protective barriers using reinforced webbing mixed with chakra-infused energy shields.
One drone caught a child about to be crushed by falling debris, shooting out a web net and pulling the child away just in time.
Another intercepted a missile, deploying a quick-hardening barrier to absorb the blast, saving an entire group of trapped citizens.
With the people being taken to safety, Peter finally focused on the monsters in front of him—
—Ten Spider Slayers, each standing at five meters tall, armed with an arsenal of deadly weapons.
And they were all targeting him.
Peter's battle instincts sharpened, his mind racing as he adapted to the Spider Slayers' tactics.
These machines weren't just durable—they were dangerous.
They fired at speeds reaching Mach 10, their bullets capable of piercing through high-level armor.
The acid attack melted through his earth armor, and even his real armor underneath was taking damage.
"Damn… they went all out on these things," Peter muttered.
Instead of dodging the seeker bombs, Peter chose to tank the hit strategically—using the Earth Release armor to absorb the impact before counterattacking.
Then, with a powerful burst, he launched himself at the closest Spider Slayer, his chakra-enhanced web bombs striking their legs, disrupting movement.
Electric Shock Strike – Peter's enhanced punch smashed into the first Spider Slayer's head, sending high-voltage chakra-enhanced electricity surging through its system.
The robot convulsed, sparks flying, as its circuits overloaded and melted internally.
But before he could celebrate, his spider-sense screamed.
Rocket Barrage Incoming!
Peter reacted instantly, flipping behind the damaged Spider Slayer, using it as a shield to absorb the explosion.
BOOM!
The shockwave blasted outward, but Peter had already webbed himself away, shooting toward another target.
Comet Kick! – His chakra-enhanced kick connected with a Spider Slayer's leg, shattering it on impact and sending the massive machine crashing down.
As the robots adapted, Peter saw acid spray launching his way—he barely dodged, but some splashed onto his armor.
It ate through the first layer instantly, forcing Peter to release his earth armor completely.
Peter barely had time to think before his spider-sense flared—an attack was coming.
FWOOSH!
Another barrage of seeker bombs launched toward him, their red-hot engines screeching through the air.
Instead of dodging, Peter shot out two web lines and yanked himself forward, slipping between the bombs as he directed them to the sky before making them collide with each other.
THWIP! THWIP!
With a flick of his wrists, he fired two impact web bombs, coating the nearest Slayers' jointed legs in thick, chakra-enhanced webbing.
BOOM!
The web bombs exploded, hardening on impact, locking the robots' legs in place. The sudden restriction caused two of them to stumble, their mechanical limbs groaning as they struggled to break free.
Peter landed on a nearby light pole, analyzing the situation.
'They're strong, but their weight slows them down. If I keep restricting their movement, I can take them apart piece by piece.'
His hands blurred, weaving signs to create a stronger move with his chakra.
"Spider Nest: Web Field!"
A wave of webbing spread out across the battlefield, latching onto buildings, poles, and broken debris. The entire area became a massive interconnected web, a battlefield of Peter's own design.
As the Spider Slayers charged toward him, they stepped onto the webbed ground—
—and Peter pulled.
FWOOSH!
The web tightened, launching several broken vehicles and debris straight at them. The first wave of robots was hit head-on, forcing them backward, while Peter used the opportunity to zip around the battlefield at high speeds.
But the machines adapted quickly.
SCANNING... DETECTING WEBBING... COUNTERMEASURES DEPLOYED.
WHOOSH!
Some of the robots activated flamethrowers, burning away the webbing, while others fired high-frequency sonic waves that disrupted his web structures.
Peter gritted his teeth as his carefully laid traps were dismantled in seconds.
RATATATATATA!
A storm of armor-piercing bullets rained toward him at Mach 10 speeds, forcing him to weave and dodge midair, flipping and twisting to avoid the deadly hailstorm.
'They're faster than before!' Peter realized as he barely avoided a rail gun shot that melted through the ground behind him.
One of the freed Slayers lunged forward, releasing a spray of acidic mist—
☠️ SZZZZ!
Peter barely flipped over it, but the acid corroded a nearby structure, sending debris crashing down toward civilians who had been hiding nearby.
"Oh no you don't!"
THWIP-THWIP-THWIP!
In a blur of motion, Peter shot out multiple webs, catching the collapsing structure midair and securing it to the remaining standing buildings.
FWOOSH!
Before he could react, a missile locked onto him, launching at high speed.
Peter turned sharply, his webs latching onto the closest Slayer as he swung around its massive frame, causing the missile to follow him—
—until he flipped midair and webbed the missile's nose, redirecting it right back at its source.
BOOM!
The explosion tore through one of the Slayers, sending it crashing into the ground, sparks flying from its shattered chassis.
Seeing an opening, Peter rushed forward.
"Time to wrap this up."
THWIP!
He fired a special web line, reinforced with chakra and metallic fibers, directly at one of the Slayer's arm joints.
WEB STRIKE: PRESSURE POINT!
With a single yank, the arm was ripped clean off, exposing the vulnerable wiring inside.
Peter jumped onto its chest and sent a charged electric shock straight into its system—
BZZZZZZT!
The Slayer seized up, its circuits overloaded, before finally collapsing into a smoking heap.
Peter knew the battle was reaching a critical point. The destruction had already spread, and any stray attacks could endanger nearby buildings and civilians. The collapsing structures, large craters in the streets, and the distant wail of police sirens made it clear—the fight needed to end immediately.
Without hesitation, he activated his hidden weapon.
"Release."
From his armor, the One Shotter—the Rail Gun—emerged.
A weapon built for decisive strikes, it was infused with chakra enhancements, ensuring that every shot carried unparalleled destructive power.
Peter locked onto his remaining targets, his eyes scanning for the weakest structural points. With precise aim, he fired.
BOOM!
The rail gun discharged at Mach 10, sending super-dense, chakra-enhanced bullets tearing through the Spider Slayers' reinforced armor. The sheer force of impact left gaping holes in their cores, rendering them instantly inoperable.
Instead of attacking from the front, Peter had maneuvered swiftly and fired from beneath their bodies, exploiting their weaker undersides.
Just like its name, the One Shotter eliminated each target with a single shot.
As the dust settled, Peter's gaze flickered toward the small crowd gathering nearby—bystanders drawn in by the commotion. Some held up their phones, recording the battle, while others stood frozen in place, their faces filled with awe and terror.
Peter jumped onto the wreckage of the fallen Spider Slayers, ensuring all eyes were on him.
"Guys, never do this. It's still too dangerous."
His tone was firm yet concerned. He didn't want people getting too close to these kinds of battles, especially when they didn't understand the risks involved.
Suddenly—his spider-sense flared.
Peter's instincts screamed danger.
The Spider Slayers were rigged to self-destruct.
His hands flew through a sequence of signs, and without wasting a second, he slammed his palms into the ground.
Earth Release: Protective Dome!
The street shook violently as the ground surged upward, forming a thick stone dome over the destroyed robots.
BOOM!
The self-destruction sequence activated, unleashing a massive explosion that could have devastated the entire block.
Fortunately, Peter's barrier absorbed the worst of the blast, but the sheer force still sent rocks and molten metal fragments flying in all directions.
Reacting immediately, Peter webbed up the bystanders, creating a protective webbing net to shield them from the debris.
As the shockwave settled, he jumped toward a man who had been closest to the explosion, catching him just in time before he could be thrown back.
The explosion had been one of the largest Peter had ever seen up close, but his quick countermeasures worked.
The damage was minimized, and no civilians were harmed—though the near-death experience had shaken the onlookers to their core.
They looked around at the scene of devastation, realization sinking in. They had almost died tonight.
As Peter got back on his feet, he was greeted by murmurs of gratitude. One by one, the people thanked him, their fear giving way to admiration.
But Peter knew the real lesson here.
The criminals were evolving.
If they had access to technology like this, it meant Kingpin's resources were growing, and more anti-Spiderman weapons could be on the way.
He wasn't the only one getting stronger—the threats against him were escalating as well.
Before leaving, Peter gathered up the metallic debris, storing away the intact pieces for further study.
But more importantly, he had managed to salvage one of the Spider Slayers before the explosion claimed it.
Its circuits were fried, preventing it from self-destructing like the others, making it a priceless find.
Peter waved to the people, giving a small bow of respect before turning his attention to Connor—his original mission.