Chapter 133: God Is a Huaxia Man

A sudden voice came from ahead, triggering Peter’s spider-sense.

He cradled the still-warm body of the girl, instinctively lifting his head to stare blankly at the golden door before him—and the handsome young man beyond it.

Due to his spider-sense, his body moved before his mind could react, his thoughts still drowned in grief and prayer.

Thus, the instant he saw the handsome young man, his mind froze, and he blurted out without thinking:

“God?!”

“…”

The young man—or rather, Lin Yu—paused slightly, then said with a hint of mockery: “If you don’t mind God being a Huaxia man, I can certainly act as your God.”

At this moment, he recalled the scene before him: the final battle atop the clock tower in *Spider-Man 2*!

In this fight, Spider-Man defeated Harry, who had become the Green Goblin, but Gwen tragically fell from the clock tower and died in his arms.

Throughout the ordeal, Spider-Man’s prized spider-sense offered no help—instead, it forced him to witness every moment of Gwen’s death.

For Spider-Man, this was undoubtedly the most agonizing thing imaginable.

Overwhelming grief and sorrow shattered his mental defenses, leaving him numb to the outside world.

Even though Peter heard Lin Yu’s words, he gave no response, still holding Gwen, staring blankly at Lin Yu, tears streaming down his face and falling onto Gwen’s corpse.

Seeing this, Lin Yu lost his urge to joke. He sighed and said: “Snap out of it, Peter. If you still want to save her, this is your last chance!”

“…”

At these words, Peter’s dull eyes instantly lit up, as if a switch had been flipped. Crawling forward on his knees, he looked at Lin Yu, face streaked with tears:

“Save Gwen, save her—I can’t lose her!”

Before he finished speaking, the golden door solidified.

The world beyond the door grew clear, as if pulled closer by some unseen force…

“As you wish!”

Lin Yu smiled, then stepped forward and walked out through the golden door.

As a powerful esoteric art capable of crossing multiversal dimensions, the Dimensional Gate was never easy to master.

Even someone as powerful as Lin Yu was still only at the beginner stage.

At this stage, the Dimensional Gate was not a physical entity.

When Lin Yu opened it, he used his consciousness—not his arms.

He needed an anchor to transform the consciousness-based Dimensional Gate into reality, which was why he spoke to Peter—to elicit a response and establish an anchor…

“Don’t worry, little Peter!”

Lin Yu stretched his body, then smiled at Peter: “Gwen’s soul hasn’t left the mortal realm yet. If I go myself, I’ll get her back for you!”

“…”

Peter’s thoughts gradually cleared, and at these words, he froze again.

Get her back?

What did that mean?

Before he could react further, the handsome young man with black hair and black eyes withdrew his smile, radiating an indescribable pressure.

Like a true deity descending, his spider-sense screamed in warning.

Then, the young man seemed to sense something, glancing coldly at the empty air beside him.

“Boom!”

The next instant, a deafening roar exploded within the realm of consciousness.

Peter felt his head splitting open. He clutched his skull, gritting his teeth, and opened his eyes to find a blood-red vortex hovering beside him.

And there, trapped within the crimson whirlpool, was Gwen—eyes closed, her body translucent, a demonic red shadow coiled behind her, seemingly whispering corruption into her soul.

“Gwen!”

Peter cried out, instinctively reaching out toward her.

But his flesh-and-blood hands passed right through her soul, unable to grasp her.

Lin Yu glanced at Peter with mild surprise, then raised a hand to stop him, glancing at the red shadow and saying calmly:

“Go.”

Before the word ended, the red shadow shattered like a bubble.

Silver light bloomed from Lin Yu’s fingertip, drawing the soul of the platinum-haired girl from the vortex.

But just as she was about to escape, a monstrous red hand—like a demon’s—shot from the vortex and seized her ankle, trying to drag her back in.

“...Hmph!”

Lin Yu frowned, let out a cold snort, and his vast consciousness surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the red hand and forcibly penetrating the crimson vortex.

In an instant, a dimension of fire and blood appeared before him.

The entire dimension was shrouded in dark red mist; blackened thorn cages floated above a boiling lake of magma, imprisoning countless grotesque, non-human souls…

As Lin Yu’s consciousness flooded in, an indescribable pressure instantly spread.

All the screaming souls fell silent, trembling on the ground, too terrified to lift their heads.

At the same moment, countless dark red mists were churned by this terrifying consciousness, twisting into tornadoes that coalesced above the dimension into a pair of massive, blood-red eyes, gazing down with cold indifference.

“Come out!”

The voice, existing only in the realm of consciousness, spread instantly.

All souls trapped in the cages screamed in terror; the thorn cages shook violently; the magma lake erupted into towering waves.

Under this apocalyptic threat, the master of the red dimension was finally forced to appear.

He was a refined white-haired elder, dressed in a black suit, neatly groomed, holding a skull-topped scepter, frowning up at the blood-red eyes in the sky.

Of course, this was merely his surface form—not his true visage.

In Lin Yu’s eyes, the man bore horns, his entire body crimson, draped in a black cloak, golden eyes blazing with flame—he was a powerful demon lord.

“A stranger… powerful one…”

The elder stared at the blood-red eyes in the sky and frowned: “Are you certain you wish to wage war against the mighty Lord Mephisto over the soul of a mortal?”

Hearing the name, Lin Yu suddenly understood.

So it was him—the infamous Mephisto!

No wonder. The bastard was a notorious soul-harvester, always luring souls, and in the comics, he’d never missed a chance to target Spider-Man and his loved ones.

Now that he knew his opponent, Lin Yu dropped all pretense and said coldly: “I don’t care who you are!”

“Even if Heaven itself sent someone—or God came down—I’m keeping this soul!”

So bold?

Mephisto’s expression flickered with surprise, then he began weighing his options.

Though Lin Yu now seemed aggressive, it was only because he was being cautious and hadn’t yet struck back.

After all, this was Mephisto’s own hell dimension. If he wished, he could instantly shatter those blood-red eyes—or even expel Lin Yu’s consciousness from Hell entirely.

Mephisto didn’t recognize this stranger, but the power displayed suggested at least an equal—or possibly superior—level of strength!

If that were true, retaliation would be meaningless.

Even if he drove Lin Yu away now, the man would simply return again, continuing to fight over the soul.

Realizing this, he changed tactics. Smiling at the blood-red eyes, he said: “If you insist on protecting this soul, why not ask her own opinion?”

“…”

Lin Yu frowned, sensing the situation was more complicated than he’d thought.

Mephisto smiled lightly: “We are both masters of dimensions. Let’s not harm our harmony. How about a wager? If she willingly chose Hell, you leave and return her soul to me—perhaps we can be friends someday.”

“If not, I’ll abandon this soul immediately and never look at her again!”

Hearing Mephisto’s confident tone, Lin Yu frowned, said nothing, and turned to gaze at the girl’s soul, half-sunk in the vortex:

“Gwen, did you willingly choose Hell?”

“What?!”

Peter cried out in disbelief: “That’s impossible! Gwen would never choose Hell!”

Lin Yu glanced at Peter, waved his hand to immobilize him, and waited silently for Gwen’s answer.

Gwen’s soul opened her eyes, gazing blankly: “Yes.”

“Understood.”

Lin Yu nodded, his blood-red eyes fixed on Mephisto:

“You heard her. She said no.”

“…”

The smile on Mephisto’s face froze, then twisted into fury as he glared at Lin Yu.

You’re lying through your teeth?!

After centuries in the Marvel Universe, he’d never met anyone more shameless than this man!

At that moment, Lin Yu suddenly smiled, glancing at Mephisto with a sly grin: “All this bluster—it finally gave me the trail of your Hell dimension!”

“Forget your excuses. No matter how you twist things today, I’m keeping this soul!”

With a flick of his hand, a pale golden rift appeared, instantly severing the demon’s grip on Gwen’s ankle.

“No!”

Mephisto roared: “You can’t do this! Gwen’s death is an absolute point in this universe’s timeline! Reverse it, and the entire universe will collapse!”

“Bullshit!”

Lin Yu sneered dismissively: “If Gwen’s death were truly an absolute point, the Sorcerer Supreme would’ve shown up to stop me long ago—why is he just watching us fight from the Mirror Dimension?”

「……」

As soon as these words were spoken, the white-bearded old man hidden within the mirror space froze, then awkwardly tugged at his mouth, hesitating whether to reveal himself before Lin Yu.

(End of Chapter)