Global Grand Theater.
Today, the grand theater belonged to the Legendary Theater Troupe.
Especially the young man in the troupe with the extraordinary web-weaving skills—his reputation had skyrocketed, drawing in countless spectators and making the theater owner so happy that he couldn't stop grinning.
"Paraku! Paraku!"
"The Web Magician!"
"The Marvelous Weaver!"
Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, Peter Paraku donned his signature red-and-blue spider performance suit. Before heading out, he took a deep taste of his girlfriend, Marianne Jane Watson's luscious lips. "Wait for me, my sweetheart~"
"Go, my little tiger! You got this~" Marianne Jane Watson's auburn hair was tied into a long braid that draped down her back. Her alluring eyes were filled with the reflection of her beloved Peter.
She was also dressed in a form-fitting performance outfit, as she was not only the daughter of the Legendary Theater Troupe's owner but also an exceptional stage actress herself.
Tonight, she played Viola from Twelfth Night.
Amidst the audience's cheers, the fully armed Theatrical Spider-Man made his grand entrance!
He first executed a stunning mid-air leap, spinning several times before landing flawlessly at the center of the stage.
This feat, accomplished without any external assistance, once again sent the audience into a frenzy of screams and applause.
The entire theater was on fire with excitement.
"Paraku! Paraku! Amazing Paraku!"
"Paraku!"
"Paraku!"
The Theatrical Spider-Man looked down with confidence, raised his hands, and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon!"
"Ooooohhh!"
"Good afternoon, Spider-Boy!"
"Enough chatter! Start your clown act already!"
The Theatrical Spider-Man burst into hearty laughter, paying no mind to those who seemed to be mocking him. Instead, he began his web performance.
As he demonstrated his ability to "walk on walls," astonishing the audience by effortlessly running up a nearby pillar without any equipment—
Disaster struck!
Boom!
The grand theater suddenly trembled violently. Then, a massive hole appeared above, and the luxurious crystal chandeliers from the ceiling came crashing down.
A shadow lunged toward the Circus Spider-Man!
Though puzzled as to why his spider-sense hadn't activated, the Circus Spider-Man managed to narrowly dodge the attack using his exceptional reflexes.
The next moment—
The stage collapsed!
The sudden calamity sent the once-excited audience into sheer panic, causing them to scream and rush toward the theater exits.
At the same time, the Theatrical Spider-Man grabbed Marianne and leaped away from the crumbling stage.
After setting her down safely, his eyes turned sharp with vigilance as he stared at the intruder.
It was a gaunt-looking man with slicked-back hair. His slightly hunched posture resembled that of a vicious wolf. His crimson eyes locked onto the Theatrical Spider-Man—not with the gaze of someone looking at another human, but rather at a delicacy.
"Who are you?" The Theatrical Spider-Man's mind raced, yet he found no recollection of this man.
Could this be a new enemy?
The newcomer carefully examined the Theatrical Spider-Man, licked his lips, and grinned.
"Me? My name is Morlun, and I'm here to devour you. Oh~ what a delicious treat you are~"
"Devour me? Are you a vampire?" Theatrical Spider-Man subtly signaled to Marianne, urging her to take the opportunity to leave.
He could already sense that this guy had come with ill intentions.
Marianne looked worried, but knowing she would only be a distraction to her lover if she stayed, she quietly retreated toward the theater exit.
"Heh heh, a vampire?" Morlun chuckled menacingly. "I don't drink your blood."
"Then what do you want?" Theatrical Spider-Man kept talking to him, buying time for his girlfriend to escape.
"What I want… is your soul!"
With a thunderous boom, Morlun launched himself forward, the sheer force of his movement collapsing half of the stage beneath him.
Theatrical Spider-Man's pupils shrank violently. With no time to think, he dodged to the side.
However, he was soon horrified to realize—
Against this mysterious man named Morlun, not only was his battle-honed Spider-Sense useless, but even his super strength and speed, which he had always prided himself on, were utterly insignificant in comparison!
Snap!
He barely managed to dodge, but half of his body was still caught in Morlun's grip.
With no other choice, Theatrical Spider-Man decided to go on the offensive. He clenched his fist and swung at Morlun.
Yet, Morlun effortlessly caught his punch with one hand.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A series of sharp snapping sounds echoed as Morlun crushed Theatrical Spider-Man's arm, breaking it inch by inch from the hand up!
"Ahhh!"
A scream of agony burst from Theatrical Spider-Man's lips. The excruciating pain nearly made him pass out.
But he knew—if he lost consciousness now, he would be completely at Morlun's mercy!
So, gritting his teeth through the pain, he swung a desperate kick at Morlun's chest.
Morlun, however, had no intention of killing him outright.
With a slight loosen of his grip, he let the half-crippled Theatrical Spider-Man go.
Seizing the moment, Theatrical Spider-Man leaped several meters away, watching Morlun warily.
Morlun showed no disappointment at all. Instead, he slowly parted his lips, inhaled deeply, and revealed a look of utter ecstasy.
"Yes, yes~ That's it. That pure aroma! Absolutely delectable! I will remember you, Spider-Man. You're quite the chef, and I look forward to the exquisite meal you'll prepare for me~"
Theatrical Spider-Man's expression darkened.
Anyone would feel the same if they discovered their enemy saw them as nothing more than a dish—and was toying with them like a cat playing with a mouse, just to make them more "flavorful."
"What the hell are you? Some kind of man-eating monster?" Theatrical Spider-Man raised his uninjured hand and fired several strands of webbing at Morlun.
Years of theatrical performances had dulled his battle instincts somewhat, but they had also honed his web-shooting technique to perfection.
Within mere seconds, the webs had tightly wrapped around Morlun, binding him completely.
"Huff—huff— Finally, I can catch my breath," Theatrical Spider-Man exhaled deeply, preparing to call the police to take this guy away.
This was no ordinary cannibal—he was a supernatural being, likely another "heir to the mystic arts" like himself. He had to be locked up under strict surveillance.
"...Is that all?" Morlun's indifferent voice came from within the cocoon of webs.
The next moment, to Theatrical Spider-Man's horror, the webbing—each strand strong enough to pull a horse—was effortlessly shredded into countless fluttering fragments, as if it were nothing more than fragile silk threads!
(End of Chapter)
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