Peter Parker found himself plummeting through a swirling portal, only for gravity to rudely reassert itself. He tumbled down into the dimly lit depths of what looked like an ancient dungeon.
"Okay… definitely not Queens," he muttered, landing in a crouch. His Spider-Sense tingled faintly—this place was dangerous.
The dungeon around him was like something out of an RPG, dark corridors lined with jagged stone, torches flickering ominously. And the monsters? Yeah, not exactly your friendly neighborhood thugs.
As he cautiously webbed his way forward, the unmistakable sounds of battle echoed ahead—explosions, shrieks, and something skittering at unnatural speeds.
Curious but wary, Peter crept closer. Peering around a corner, he saw a white, spider-like creature locked in a brutal battle against a towering, grotesque beast.
But this wasn't just any overgrown bug. This spider fought smart. It darted with inhuman precision, weaving magic and slashing at its foe with deadly efficiency.
The fight ended in a flash, the massive monster collapsing with a final, earth-shaking thud. The white spider turned to him, multiple eyes locking onto his masked figure.
Peter tensed but held up a hand. "Uh, hey. Nice moves."
The spider tilted its head slightly before responding in a voice far too casual for what he'd just witnessed. "Thank you, Peter-kun. How about lending us a hand?"
"Right, Master, these spiders are endless! Ugh, my dress! I knew I shouldn't have come here wearing this."
Peter turned to see a striking woman, regal and beautiful, looking utterly done with her surroundings.
"Hurry up," she huffed. "I want to leave this forsaken place immediately."
Peter grinned beneath his mask. "Got it. Leave it to me!"
It didn't take long for Kumoko and the others to notice Peter's unique skill set. His agility, quick reflexes, and ability to web-sling made him surprisingly effective in combat. Even Kumoko, who had seen her fair share of bizarre abilities, was impressed by how seamlessly he adapted to the dungeon's mechanics.
Meanwhile, two other figures wreaked havoc on the battlefield.
Kurumi and Morgan were an absolute nightmare to their enemies.
Morgan conjured spectral knights and incinerated monsters with ancient magic, her power crackling through the air like a brewing storm. Kurumi, in contrast, fought with eerie grace—shifting into a swarm of bats, summoning undead minions, and regenerating with every wound she took.
Together, they were an unstoppable force, their synergy like a carefully orchestrated dance of destruction.
Morgan glanced at Kurumi mid-battle, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You are no ordinary master."
Kurumi twirled a flintlock pistol before firing a precise shot straight through an enemy's skull. "Nor are you any ordinary queen," she replied with a grin. "I daresay, together, we could take down anyone foolish enough to stand in our way—"
She suddenly stopped, eyes narrowing. "Fran-chan? What are you doing?"
"I just wanted to test how far my power goes now," Fran replied casually.
She raised her massive greatsword, coating it in a dark, pulsating aura. With a flick of her wrist, a flash of black light sliced through the air.
A split second later, a gigantic serpent—easily over twenty feet long—was cleaved cleanly in two. The sheer precision and power of the strike left the battlefield in stunned silence.
Kumoko's jaw practically hit the floor.
"W-Wha… She took out a level twenty-seven monster like it was sashimi sliced by a top-tier chef... If that sashimi was a terrifying murder noodle trying to eat her."
She shuddered, her many eyes watching Fran warily. Just how strong is she going to become?
Morgan, still staring at the aftermath of Fran's attack, let out a soft chuckle. "You're still young, yet already this powerful. How did you reach this level, Fran? What kind of training did you endure?"
Before Fran could answer, her sentient sword spoke, its voice carrying a distinct note of trauma.
"Oh, you don't want to know. That sadist should be thrown in jail for domestic violence!"
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Sadist?"
Fran shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing much. My Lord nearly killed me with his training, but it was a worthy price."
Silence.
Kurumi and Morgan exchanged looks. Then back at Fran. Then back at each other.
Her master almost killed her… and she's saying it like it's no big deal?!
Kurumi's expression darkened, her aura twisting into something ominous. She cracked her knuckles, a sinister smile forming.
"Hehehe~ That naughty puppy of mine... How dare you hurt my little kitten? Looks like I'll have to teach this so-called master how to properly treat a delicate lady like us."
Fran tilted her head. "Delicate?"
Peter, still hanging upside down from a web, muttered, "Yeah, I'm just gonna stay out of this one..."
•
After a long day of battling monsters and navigating the treacherous dungeon, the group finally took a moment to rest. In a quiet corner of the labyrinth, hidden from wandering beasts, they caught their breath and began strategizing their next move—especially how to deal with the Earth Dragon blocking their path to the next level.
As they sat in a circle, Kurumi turned to Fran with a questioning look. "Why?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "Why did you send those coins to hubby in the Dimensional Chat Group?"
Fran smiled, warmth radiating from her expression. "It's fine, Kurumi-san. After everything he's done for me and our family, it's really no big deal."
Kurumi sighed, shaking her head. "Seriously? You and the others spoil him way too much. This isn't a good thing. If he keeps getting away with everything, he's just gonna get worse."
Peter chuckled, leaning back against a nearby rock. "Brother Satria is lucky. Having someone who supports him unconditionally like you... not every guy gets that."
Kumoko tilted her head, a skeptical look on her spider face. "What's so special about that annoying guy? Wait—check the group. He sent you something, Fran-chan."
Fran blinked and checked her chat notifications. Sure enough, there was a message from Satria. Attached was a mysterious gift. Without hesitation, she unwrapped it, revealing a small capsule in her palm.
Morgan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is that, little kitten?" The mention of Satria, her master's supposed love interest, piqued her curiosity. She wanted to know what made this man so special that even her master and Fran seemed to admire him.
Fran shrugged. "I don't know, but he wants me to use it."
With a click, she pressed the top of the capsule. A soft whirring sound echoed around them, and suddenly, an invisible door materialized before their eyes.
Peter's mouth fell open. "An... invisible door? Where does it lead?"
Kurumi's lips curled into a smirk. "Only one way to find out." She extended her hand toward the unseen entrance. The moment her fingers touched it, they vanished into thin air. She quickly retracted them, her heart skipping a beat. "Whoa. That's trippy."
Fran, completely unfazed, nudged her forward. "Let's go. Knowing him, it's something ridiculous—but in a good way."
With cautious excitement, the group stepped through the invisible doorway.
What they saw on the other side left them speechless.
They were no longer in the dungeon. Instead, they stood in the middle of a breathtaking open clearing, surrounded by lush trees and a sky filled with shimmering stars, despite being underground. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh earth, and birds chirped softly in the distance. The space was vast, like a pocket dimension designed to mimic nature itself.
Scattered throughout were luxurious beds with thick, cozy blankets. A bonfire pit in the center gave off a warm glow—its flames holographic but radiating real heat. A crystal-clear creek trickled nearby, adding a serene ambiance.
Morgan's sharp eyes widened. "Master, what... what kind of magic is this?!"
Kurumi crossed her arms, still in mild disbelief. "Not magic. Science. He told us before that this kind of thing is just advanced technology. But even knowing that… this is insane."
Kumoko twitched in sheer amazement. "H-H-Homina, Homina, Homina... WHAT EVEN IS THIS?!"
Peter was practically bouncing with excitement. "Satria is amazing! This is like different world inside a tiny capsule! How does it even work?!"
Boabhan let out an exaggerated gasp, her hands clutching her chest dramatically. "M-Master, are we inside... a magical paradise? You must ask him to collaborate with our company!"
Fran, standing slightly apart from the group, simply smiled. She took in their reactions, feeling an odd sense of pride.
Kurumi noticed and raised an eyebrow. "You were saying?"
Fran glanced at her, then back at the space Satria had gifted her. "You asked me why?" she murmured. "Why we love and support him despite all his antics?"
She turned back to the group, her golden eyes soft yet resolute.
"This is why."
•
After the initial excitement of their arrival settled, the group gathered in the elegant yet slightly intimidating living room of the enchanted house. The air was thick with anticipation, as today marked an important moment—Baobhan Sith was about to introduce her fiancé to her mother.
Not just any mother, but the Fairy Queen—a ruler feared and revered alike, known for her beauty, her stoic demeanor, and a heart colder than the longest winter.
Seated before them with an air of regal indifference, Morgan le Fay regarded her daughter with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. Her mere presence seemed to lower the temperature in the room, and the flickering candlelight did little to soften the icy tension.
Standing beside Baobhan Sith was Peter Parker, a young man with an easygoing smile—one that faltered only slightly under the piercing gaze of his royal future mother-in-law. Though nerves threatened to get the better of him, he held firm, bowing respectfully.
Baobhan Sith, ever the dramatic gothic princess, took a deep breath and spoke with determination.
"Mother, this is the man I've told you about." She placed a hand on Peter's arm, a rare display of affection in front of her formidable mother. "His name is Peter Parker, a modern hero from New York. He is kind, selfless, and has a strong sense of justice. No matter who is in trouble, he never hesitates to help."
Morgan's gaze shifted toward him with the precision of a dagger. Peter gulped but met her eyes without wavering.
Baobhan Sith, sensing the tension, quickly added, "And… he's an excellent cook!"
That got a reaction.
The Fairy Queen tilted her head slightly, the smallest glint of intrigue flickering in her icy blue eyes. "Cooking, you say?" Her voice was soft yet sharp, like the first crack of ice over a frozen lake.
Peter, catching onto the subtle shift, bowed slightly. "Yes, Your Majesty. If it would please you, I'd be honored to prepare a meal."
Morgan studied him, as if measuring his worth in that moment. Then, after a long silence, something shocking happened—a faint smile, so fleeting it could have been imagined, tugged at the corner of her lips.
"Very well," she said, leaning back in her seat. "Show me what you can do, son-in-law."
The room collectively inhaled at her choice of words, and Baobhan Sith barely suppressed a triumphant smirk.
Peter, meanwhile, had just realized that this was not just dinner.
This was a test of survival.
And he needed to impress the Queen.
•
"I can't wait! I'm already starving after all that fighting earlier!" Kumoko practically bounced in her seat, her many eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I can't believe Peter-kun can cook—and it's Japanese food on top of that!"
Baobhan Sith, seated beside her, smirked proudly. "Fufufu… prepare to be amazed by my fiancé's cooking, Kumoko. He's full of surprises."
"Curry, curry, delicious curry~!" Fran hummed happily, her ears twitching.
Morgan, the Fairy Queen, remained silent, watching with a cold but curious gaze. She had yet to be convinced.
"I respect a man who can cook and handle household chores," Morgan eventually remarked, her tone unreadable. "Reminds me of my pet back home."
Peter, standing in the kitchen, could feel the pressure in the air. Not only did he have to impress his fiancée's mother—who could probably freeze his lungs with a glare—but he also had to satisfy the various hungry monsters, warriors, and literal spiders waiting for their meal.
Still, he wasn't alone.
The Living Sword, Bobon, floated beside him, glowing softly as it made precise movements—guiding Peter's hands with approval, like a veteran chef giving final touches.
With a deep breath, Peter presented the first dish.
As he stepped into the dining room, heart racing, he placed the first platter of sushi before them.
Morgan raised an eyebrow, her icy demeanor unshaken, though a hint of intrigue flickered in her eyes.
Baobhan Sith sat proudly beside her mother, exuding confidence in her fiancé's skills.
"Itadakimasu!"
The Gothic princess and the others didn't hesitate. The moment they took their first bite, their eyes widened in shock.
"It's… delicious!" Kumoko exclaimed, her mandibles clicking in excitement.
The air grew tense as Morgan picked up a piece of sushi and took a slow, deliberate bite.
For a moment, the world seemed to freeze.
Then, the impossible happened.
A small, barely-there smile crept onto her lips.
It was brief. Rare. And powerful enough to send a ripple of warmth through the entire room.
"Impressive," she said finally, nodding in approval. "You pass, young man."
Peter let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Thank you, Your—"
"Stop." Morgan raised a hand. "From now on… call me mother. Do you understand?"
Peter blinked. "Y-yes, mom! I promise I'll take good care of Baobhan!"
Morgan sipped her tea, her approval now official. "Good boy. You've chosen well, my daughter."
Baobhan Sith, hearing this, beamed with joy.
Peter wasn't out of the woods yet—he still had a full course to serve—but this was a huge victory.
He moved on to serving miso soup, curry, and tempura, explaining each dish with a mix of Emiya's inherited knowledge and his own enthusiasm.
"You're the best cook I've ever met, Peter-kun!" Kumoko declared after downing an entire plate. "Now, with you feeding me, I can focus on beating up everyone in our way! We should totally start a spider social club—grow stronger by punching and eating everything that stands in our path!"
Peter chuckled. "I can respect that. I'm all about the spider life myself… but between you and me, I kind of like the peaceful type."
Kumoko smirked. "Hah! You city spiders are so soft. You know what?" She leaned in, her many legs twitching in excitement. "Seeing how harmless you are… I think I wanna protect and marry you!"
Peter choked on air. "W-wait, what? I—I already have Baobhan!"
Kumoko laughed loudly. "Hahahaha! I'm just kidding! You should've seen your face—"
"Sure," Baobhan Sith interrupted. "I allow it."
Kumoko froze. "…Huh?"
Baobhan smiled calmly. "I think you two should stay together. You're both spiders, after all. Once you evolve into humanoid form, it makes sense."
"HUH??!!!"
Peter turned even redder than before as Kumoko sputtered in shock.
Morgan simply sipped her tea, amused by the chaos.
Tobecontinued…