Chapter 605: Rewards!

Chapter 605: Rewards!

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Once John, the enigmatic personification of death, stopped laughing like a madman, he held up his bony hand and snapped his fingers for a second time. Immediately, the holographic-like screens in front of Peter were updated...

[Mission One: Destroy the Council of Kang's

• The Council of Kang's unwillingness to regulate themselves is leading the multiverse towards an inevitable death. Eradicate them to restore order

Reward: Deaths Harvester

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'Deaths Harvester?' Peter read, his mind wandering. 'Sounds like a scythe...'

Ignoring the question marks, as he has no idea what they mean, Peter continues down the list...

[Sub-mission: Kang Genocide

• Kill all Kang's to eliminate future threats

Reward: Kang Soul Husk

• A husk which holds the souls of every Kang in the multiverse. Do with it as you wish]

'Man, I wonder what would happen if I devoured or assimilated all of those souls in a ritual?' Peter thought as he eyed the Soul Husk, greed flashing in his eyes.

Though a moment later, he was forced to get himself under control. After all, he didn't plan to complete any of the sub-missions.

'Sometimes, I wish that I would have went the evil route. Things are always so simple for the bad guys... They can really just do whatever they want without feeling bad.' Peter thought before letting it go. He didn't need the reward anyway.

[Mission Two: Destroy the Spider-Society

• The Spider-Society has taken up the challenge of preserving what they call 'canon events,' believing this saves both entire universes and their inhabitants. In reality, these actions are damaging the fabric of the multiverse. Eradicate them to restore order

Reward: Death's Cloak

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Once again, Peter was given nothing but a vague reward name with the word Death in front of it and a line of question marks. 'This is starting to get annoying...' He thought, feeling as though John was playing games with him.

[Sub-mission: Spider-Genocide

Unable to resist the curiosity, Peter dared to ask, "What about the female candidates?"

John responded casually, "They have their own enhancing reward, an increase in breast and butt size, along with a thinner waist. Some even asked for thicker thighs, which seems to be a new trend these days..."

Peter sighed, realizing that both men and woman would kill for the last reward. It seemed to be a twisted incentive designed to pit successors against each other, playing into their insecurities and desires.

'I take back what I said earlier... John is definitely evil...' Peter realized without a shadow of a doubt. "So... what now?" He questioned, uncertainty etched across his face.

John, turning serious for a moment, asked, "Do you agree to become a successor candidate?"

Peter nodded, a heavy sigh escaping him. "I don't really have a choice, do I? Either I say no and let a lot of Spider-People get killed, or I join the fight and try to save them. Obviously, I choose to join the fight."

Nodding in acknowledgment, John suddenly appeared before Peter, mere inches away. His skeletal hand reached down and tapped Peter on the forehead. A surge of black, deathly energy coursed through Peter's body, leaving behind a chilling sensation. Within seconds, a tattoo of a laughing skull materialized on the back of Peter's hand, a mark of his entry into this cosmic game.

"Welcome to the game, Peter. I'll be watching, and I expect good results from you," John declared with an air of expectation.

As John's words echoed in the space, he vanished, leaving Peter alone in the darkness. However, solitude didn't linger for long as a voice calling his name resonated in the void.

"Peter... Wake up... Peter... Peter..." The voice repeated, growing louder with urgency.

Abruptly, Peter found himself jolting awake from what seemed like a dream within a dream. Leo sat beside him, wearing his dinosaur pajamas as he shook Peter into consciousness.

"Do I have to be awake?" Peter asked, receiving a disapproving look from Leo. "Okay, fine, I'll wake up..."

"Breakfast..." Leo pointed to the door, his innocent eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Okay, why don't you go and wait downstairs. I'll be down in a minute..." Peter shooed Leo ways before sitting up.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Peter couldn't forget the odd yet surreal experience he had just endured. Glancing down at the back of his right hand, he wasn't surprised to see the skull tattoo still there, staring back at him, proving that he wasn't just dreaming.

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As Peter joined his family for breakfast, ignoring his new missions for the time being, across the vastness of the universe, Galactus stirred from his cosmic slumber. The hunger that gnawed at him was more than a mere appetite, it was a relentless force driving him to consume worlds.

Hoping to finally quell this insatiable hunger, he sought a solution, a deal with Thanos for the coveted Infinity Stones. But unbeknownst to Galactus, the very being he sought had already met his end at the hands of the newest Death Successor Candidate.

Frustration and hunger gnawed at Galactus, pushing him to take matters into his own hands. The hunger was not merely a physical need, it was a force that threatened to consume him entirely.

Summoning his herald, the Silver Surfer, Galactus issued a command. "Find Thanos and the Infinity Stones. My hunger cannot wait any longer." He said, eying the metallic man before him. "If we don't get the stones soon, you'll have to find a few planets this time... I'm feeling particularly peckish this time around..."

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The Silver Surfer, a gleaming figure of cosmic energy, nodded in understanding. Without a word, he shot into the cosmic expanse, streaking through the stars in pursuit of the elusive Mad Titan. The fate of many worlds hung in the balance...

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