Previously: With Miguel O'Hara joining the team, the Web-Core is halfway complete. The Devourer was repelled using a dimensional stabilizer, but the mystery deepens — who corrupted the Web in the first place?
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🌒 Location: Hidden Realm — The Between
Peter stood on a platform made of transparent webbing, suspended in nothingness.
Above him: stars that didn't belong.
Below him: threads of every Spider ever born, humming like a heartbeat.
And in the center… a temple woven from light and story.
> 📘 SYSTEM STATUS:
Realm: The Between — Nexus Layer of the Web
Connection: Unstable
Origin Thread: The Loomkeeper
Objective: Investigate Source of Corruption
> 🧠 DUMAS: "Let me guess. Creepy old spider-god at the center of reality? Probably holding a grudge?"
Peter stepped forward, his team behind him — Wanda, America, Miguel, and Mei Lin.
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Inside the temple, murals lined the silk-walls. Peter paused before one:
A spider weaving reality.
A figure with six arms, faceless, guiding the threads.
Then… the fracture. A shard of chaos. The weaver split in two.
Miguel's voice echoed. "The Loomkeeper kept the Web balanced. Every Spider. Every variant. Every death. But someone — something — broke him."
America narrowed her eyes. "Can a god go mad?"
Wanda looked troubled. "Yes. Especially one bound to fate."
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🧠 FLASHBACK SEQUENCE (Triggered by System Glimpse)
> Vision: The Day the Web Broke
Peter saw it:
A massive explosion of multiversal energy.
The Loomkeeper — shrouded in golden silk — trying to rebind a broken Earth.
But a second figure emerged… a mirror of the Loomkeeper.
Twisted. Hungry.
It whispered:
"Let it collapse. Let it all fall. And I will weave it better."
Then came the rot. The corruption. The Reavers. The Devourer.
And finally — silence.
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Peter gasped, stumbling back. Wanda caught him.
> 📘 MEMORY DATA: Loomkeeper Splintered
Fragment Identity: The Unweaver
Status: Active
Goal: Reset all timelines into a single, controlled Web
Current Host Suspected: UNKNOWN
Peter looked at the others. "The Loomkeeper didn't vanish. He split. Half tried to save the Web. The other… became the Unweaver."
Miguel clenched his fists. "Then we're not fighting a villain. We're fighting fate with a knife."
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Suddenly, the temple shook.
The threads around them vibrated violently, and a low voice echoed:
"Five have gathered. The sixth stirs. But one of you does not belong."
> 📘 SYSTEM ALERT: Web-Core Breach Detected
Warning: Thread Echo Inversion Detected
Agent Compromised: UNKNOWN
Peter spun. "One of us is corrupted?"
Wanda raised her hands. "It's not me."
America backed up. "You're accusing us?"
Peter's system flared red.
> 🔎 SCANNING…
███ THREAD MASK FOUND ███
Identity Obscured: Silkblade
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Peter turned. "Mei Lin…?"
She didn't speak.
Instead, her body flickered — like a glitch in a program. Her eyes turned violet, and the red web-lacing across her armor turned black.
Her voice was hollow.
"There is no Silkblade. Only Weaver Bait."
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⚔️ Betrayal Sequence:
Corrupted Web Agent Engaged
Miguel shouted. "She's a fragment! A living lure — the Unweaver's anchor in this timeline!"
Peter's heart clenched. "She helped us!"
Wanda stepped between them. "Not all of her was false. That's why she could purify corruption — she was part of it."
Mei Lin's arms extended into thread-blades, tearing through air.
"I wasn't meant to betray you," she said in a twisted whisper. "But he awoke. And I remembered what I was."
She struck.
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Peter blocked the attack — barely — using Chrono-Link Reflex. Miguel triggered a tech-net field, slowing her movement by a fraction of time.
America opened a star-portal behind her, aiming to trap her.
Wanda bound her in Chaos hexes… but Mei Lin screamed.
"HE'S COMING."
She collapsed to her knees, black threads erupting from her body — forming a cocoon that exploded into a spider-sigil of darkness.
She vanished.
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> 📘 SYSTEM UPDATE:
Silkblade: STATUS COMPROMISED
Web-Core Member Count: 3/7
New Target: The Sixth — The One Who Refused the Web
Identity: Classified
Location: Earth-TRN9009
> 🧠 DUMAS: "Guess we know what next chapter's about. And we'll need more than faith for this one."
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🕷️ Elsewhere — Earth-TRN9009
A lone teenager sat on a rooftop in a broken New York.
No mask. No suit. Just scars.
He looked at a photo of Gwen Stacy… and ripped it in half.
"I'm not Spider-Man anymore."
From behind him, a voice whispered:
"But the Web remembers you, Kaine."