Dr. Otto Octavius was just one step from getting what he wanted — an artifact—a fragment of an otherworldly crystal with the potential to grant him unimaginable power. This crystal was the linchpin to his sinister plan to reshape the world to his liking.

Yet an issue remained. That damn superhero, whose identity remained shrouded in mystery, had the artifact. It was as if fate itself conspired against Doc Ock. His mechanical arms whirred with frustration as he followed them in a deadly chase.