Marvel’s Spider-Man: Across the Multiverse

Ghost Woman said, "The tearing sensation is gone, and controlling my abilities feels much more natural now."

Peter hesitated for a moment before saying, "How about you head back and let Dr. Foster run a thorough check-up on your current condition?"

However, Ghost Woman shook her head. "I'm not telling you this because I want to go back. I want you to take me along on tomorrow's mission."

"Why? You've already mentioned how dangerous this mission is. These are real aliens—each one as strong as a monster. A single mistake, and it could cost your life!" Peter tried to persuade her.

In truth, he was more confused than anything.

Why was Ghost Woman suddenly so "loyal"?

Could it be that Peter's spider abilities came with some kind of innate charisma? That just by standing firm, he could make enemies bow before him?

Ghost Woman looked into Peter's eyes, her voice full of earnestness. "You don't understand what it feels like to be tormented by illness for over twenty years. Every moment during that time was hell for me. But now, it's all in the past—I've been reborn!"

"And the one who gave me this new life is you!"

"My life belongs to you."

"Once, I was the Ghost Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. From now on, I'll be your Ghost Protector!"

Peter and Ghost Woman locked eyes, and all he could see in her gaze was sincerity.

"Alright then," Peter nodded.

He decided to have a proper conversation with Bill Foster about his adoptive daughter when the chance arose.

To Peter, the most important person in this adoptive father-daughter duo was Dr. Bill Foster, not some so-called Ghost Protector.

Besides, the thought of someone following him around constantly made his scalp tingle.

For now, though, Peter could only let her have her way.

Still, he doubted Ghost Woman would be of much help in the upcoming mission.

Although he didn't know how many members of the Black Order would show up or which ones, he knew none of them would be easy to deal with!

After the conversation with Ghost Woman, it was soon time for the evening banquet.

Ten minutes before the banquet began, a server knocked on Peter's door.

Ghost Woman, unaccustomed to crowded settings, declined the invitation to join him and returned to her own room instead.

So, Peter followed the server to the banquet alone.

This was a private gathering, with Black Panther inviting them as a friend, so the event wasn't overly grand.

Nonetheless, the food at the banquet was lavish.

Wakanda, with its advanced technology and cultivation facilities, could grow any crop or raise any animal under the most meticulous care—all done through full automation. As a result, many ingredients that were worth a fortune elsewhere were treated as ordinary food here.

Such was the power of technology.

Overwhelmed by hunger and the sight of delicious food, Peter's inner foodie spirit was instantly ignited.

He was fired up!

Diving into the mountain of food, he began devouring it with gusto.

Meanwhile, Iron Man and the others casually sipped wine, eating slowly and mingling with each other.

Gulp.

After swallowing a piece of spicy chicken along with some rice, Peter finally slowed down his frantic pace of eating.

This indulgent feast had taken his hunger from zero to seventy percent. The rest, he could eat at a more leisurely pace.

At that moment, a figure approached him.

Black Panther approached with a wine glass in hand, smiling as he asked, "Mr. Peter, may I sit here?"

Peter looked up, wiped his mouth, and replied, "Of course, you're the host here."

This is your place. Of course, you can sit wherever you want. Why are you even asking me? Peter thought to himself, feeling a bit puzzled.

Black Panther sat down beside Peter and asked with a smile, "How's the taste of the food from your homeland?"

Peter was slightly surprised. "Did you prepare this especially for me?"

"As long as you like it," Black Panther said with a warm grin. "I heard that you're from Hanxia, so I asked them to prepare some dishes from there. But Hanxia's food culture is so rich that I was worried it might not suit your taste."

Peter smiled back. "Not at all. The dishes are excellent, very authentic. Is your chef from Hanxia by any chance?"

Black Panther shook his head. "Not quite, but he studied at a school called New Oriental in Hanxia for a few years and stayed there for some time. He learned a lot about Hanxia cuisine during that period."

With just a few casual exchanges, the conversation quickly bridged the gap between them.

However, Peter knew that Black Panther likely had a purpose for approaching him.

Sure enough, after some casual small talk, Black Panther suddenly asked, "Mr. Peter, they say you're a prophet—someone who can foresee the future?"

Peter frowned and firmly replied, "That's a rumor!"

"But they said you were the first to discover this crisis and played a key role in initiating the response, didn't you?" Black Panther asked, clearly intrigued.

"Well, that's true," Peter admitted with a nod. "But my knowledge of the future comes from fragments I accidentally glimpsed when traveling through the quantum tunnel into this world. It's not some prophetic ability."

Peter had no intention of lying or pretending to be a prophet—it served no purpose.

From the moment he arrived in this world, the future had already changed. Banking on such an identity was unreliable.

"Quantum tunnel!" Black Panther paused briefly, clearly surprised.

No one had told him that Peter came from another universe, let alone through a quantum tunnel.

Still, Black Panther didn't dwell on this point. Instead, he shifted to another question.

"Mr. Peter, did you see Wakanda's future?"

Peter's hand froze mid-motion.

He placed his wine glass aside, turned slightly, and looked directly at Black Panther.

"Your Majesty, I did see glimpses of Wakanda's future."

"Please speak plainly," Black Panther urged, noting Peter's change in demeanor but thinking little of it.

Wakanda had long maintained a self-imposed isolation, avoiding contact with the outside world at all costs. Even organizations as powerful as S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra had struggled to uncover its secrets—only learning about Wakanda through Ulysses Klaue, who defected and stole a significant amount of vibranium.

But T'Challa's policies had taken a different course, fostering connections with the outside world and openly showcasing Wakanda's strength to the world.

Although T'Challa outwardly exuded confidence, deep down, he was anxious.

He feared that his decisions might lead Wakanda to a disastrous fate.

"Your Majesty, have you been paying attention to your health?" Peter suddenly asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

Black Panther nodded, raising his hand to reveal a wristband-like device.

"This is the Kimoyo Bead, a standard device for Wakandan citizens. It constantly monitors the wearer's health and provides wellness recommendations."

As he spoke, Black Panther's expression changed. "Are you implying that my body... How much time do I have left?"

(End of Chapter)

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