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Kingpin was not a man who took risks lightly, but the stinging memory of his last defeat at the hands of the "Spiders" had driven him to madness. To ensure he could kill his other selves and claim a new family, he was willing to become a monster.
In the dim light of the lab, the fluorescent green serum flooded his veins.
Dr. Olivia Octavius adjusted her glasses, her mechanical arms twitching with anticipation. "According to my math, Kingpin, you had a 26% chance of a perfect evolution. Let's see if your luck holds."
Suddenly, Kingpin's hands tightened. The thick titanium alloy chains groaned and then snapped like dry twigs.
A horrific change took hold. The veins on his forehead turned a dark, sickly blue-green. Then, like a spilled ink bottle, the color spread. His skin thickened, turning a deep, reptilian green that pulsed under the lab lights.
"Excellent!" Doc Ock cheered. "That's the Lizard DNA taking hold. Look at the pigmentation!"
But it didn't stop there. Kingpin's already massive arms began to swell, the muscles tearing through his custom-tailored white suit. He grew taller, wider, and more terrifying.
BOOM!
The alloy chair beneath him was crushed into a flat plate of scrap metal. Kingpin stood up, letting out a roar that shattered every glass beaker and window in the room. He was no longer a man; he was a force of nature.
"What a beautiful creature," Doc Ock whispered, her eyes full of morbid admiration. "I can't wait to see the look on those Spider-Men's faces."
The Hell-Gate
Three days after the battle in the valley, the Spider-team gathered at a rusted subway entrance in the heart of New York. It looked like a mouth leading straight to hell.
"Miles, you're sure about this?" Peter B. Parker asked, his new reinforced suit glinting in the moonlight.
Miles Morales nodded firmly. "I saw them fight here. The collider is built right under Fisk Tower. It's huge—at least ten stories high."
Peter (MC) looked at the dark tunnel. "Kingpin knows we're coming. He's had three days to turn this place into a fortress. It's going to be a bloodbath."
"I don't fear the dark," Shadow Spider-Man growled, patting his new sniper rifle, Venom Sting.
"Peni is ready!" the young girl shouted from inside her upgraded mech.
"I'll be right behind you guys... with my megaphone!" Spider-Ham added.
Gwen didn't say a word, but she tightened her grip on her lightsaber hilt, her eyes fixed on Peter. They shared a silent nod. The war was on.
The team vanished into the tunnel. But they weren't alone. As they moved, the shadows behind them began to stir. Hundreds of tiny red lights flickered on—fist-sized spider robots, mass-produced by Deep Blue over the last seventy-two hours.
Deep Blue had modeled them after the fierce "Eight-Eyed Giant Spiders" of the jungle. They were silent, deadly, and entirely controlled by the AI. While the heroes were the tip of the spear, this robot swarm was the shield that would cover their backs.
The Steel Dragon
After navigating the winding, pitch-black tunnels, the team finally saw a light ahead. They slowed their pace, creeping to the edge of a massive underground cavern.
In the center stood the machine—a colossal metal cylinder that looked like a sleeping steel dragon. It stretched across the entire cavern, humming with a low-frequency vibration that made their teeth rattle. This was the Particle Collider.
But the cavern wasn't empty.
Hundreds of The Hand ninjas stood guard, their black masks and katanas ready. They stood in silent, perfect rows, a sea of dark assassins waiting for the first sign of movement.
Kingpin wasn't just relying on his super-villains anymore. He was using human-wave tactics. He intended to drown the Spiders in a sea of blades.
Peter looked at the army of ninjas and then at his friends. "Deep Blue," he whispered into his comms. "Release the swarm. Let's show them that two can play the numbers game."