Ch: 8-15
Chapter 8: Success!
*Click.*
After writing the last character, Peter casually tossed the marker back into the pen holder.
Almost the instant he stopped, Connors rushed forward like a madman.
He stared at the formulas on the whiteboard with infatuation, unable to stop himself from trembling with excitement.
He verified it a full three times before finally confirming the accuracy of the formula.
There wasn't a single flaw! Every parameter and every derivation was absolutely correct!
He whipped his head around, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Peter.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
Meeting Connors' gaze, which looked as if he were seeing a god, Peter simply smiled slightly.
"My name is Peter Parker, and my father's name was Richard Parker."
"Richard..."
Dr. Connors muttered the name he hadn't mentioned in years. A moment of confusion flashed in his eyes, only to be replaced by intense shock.
"Richard?! You're Richard's son?!"
"No wonder you're so outstanding. It's not surprising then..."
"Peter, thank you so much. I don't even know what to say!"
"If only I had met you sooner, perhaps the lizard serum would have been released long ago!"
Looking at the nearly frenzied Dr. Connors and then at Peter, who seemed to be shrouded in a veil of mystery.
Gwen, standing to the side, was stunned, feeling as if her brain couldn't keep up.
Peter's parents? The Decay Rate Algorithm? What was all this about?!
"Peter, what you said..."
She instinctively wanted to get more details from Peter.
But before she could speak, she heard Connors say:
"Gwen, please prepare three cups of coffee and go downstairs to buy some pizza... No matter what, today I'm going to work with Peter to completely conquer the specific application of the Decay Rate Algorithm in lizard genes!"
"Emmm, and maybe I'll have to trouble you to inform George and Uncle Ben."
Peter winked playfully at Gwen and added:
"You know, I'm afraid we won't be able to get home early tonight. We can't let them worry."
Gwen opened her mouth blankly for a moment, then helplessly turned to leave, faithfully acting as their errand girl... For the rest of the time, the laboratory completely became Peter and Connors' stage.
A one-armed mad scientist and a young genius in a white lab coat huddled together, engaging in heated discussions and calculations over a pile of data and formulas that ordinary people couldn't even begin to understand.
Dr. Connors took the lead and provided the theoretical framework, while Peter, relying on his "prophetic" advantage and his enhanced brain, constantly offered key optimization suggestions, breaking through one dead end after another.
From theory to practice... By the time Gwen returned to the lab with coffee and pizza, Peter and Dr.Connors had even moved past the theoretical stage.
They began performing incredibly precise operations around a gene extraction device.
Gwen stood helplessly to the side, going from initial restlessness to being dumbfounded, and finally to complete numbness.
"It's done!"
After an unknown amount of time, Dr. Connors slammed the table and let out an excited shout.
Looking at the emerald green Lizard Gene Extract in his hand, he felt as if he had grasped the key to opening the door to a New World.
He could almost see the day when his severed limb would regrow, leading humanity into a new era of biology!
"Next! Let's witness a miracle together!"
After some operations, Dr. Connors injected the serum from the test tube into a white mouse and then placed it into a specially made observation box.
Under the tense gaze of the three, the white mouse gradually calmed down after a series of convulsions.
The mouse, having stopped its convulsions, began to eat and drink as usual. Not only did it look full of energy, but even the data displayed on the various observation instruments was completely normal!
The three of them stared at the mouse in the box without blinking.
After about three to five minutes, the observation instrument emitted a series of "beep beep beep" alarms.
Dr. Connors nervously rushed over to check.
A moment later, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, even breaking into an excited smile.
The instrument showed that an abnormal cellular reaction had occurred at the site of the mouse's severed limb!
The cell activity was more than a hundred times what it was before!
About half an hour later, a brand-new, fully functional hind leg grew from the severed limb.
The mouse ran back and forth freely in the observation box. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, absolutely no one would believe that this mouse was just a poor crippled mouse half an hour ago... "It worked... I really did it..."
Dr. Connors looked at the scene before him, his eyes filling with tears of excitement.
Gwen was also so shocked by this surreal scene that she was speechless.
As for Peter, he seemed to be paying close attention to the mouse in the observation box, just like Gwen and Connors.
In reality, he had quietly slipped a vial of Lizard Gene Extract into his pocket without making a sound.
At the same time, he "accidentally" knocked over another test tube, creating the illusion that he had accidentally broken a vial of extract due to being too excited.
Such small movements would have certainly attracted Gwen and Connors' attention on any other day.
But right now, because of the mouse, the two of them ignored it all.
Lizard Gene Extract obtained!
Next, he only needed to add other catalysts to synthesize the complete lizard serum!
And the ratios of those catalysts were already etched into Peter's mind, thanks to his photographic memory!
The ratios of these catalysts didn't require any complex or precise instruments.
They could be prepared using only the equipment in the Midtown High School lab!
Although the purity of the lizard serum might be affected because the proportions couldn't be precisely controlled, which would greatly increase the risk factor.
But so what?
The noble steed is fearless!
"Doctor, it's getting late. I think Gwen and I should take our leave!"
"Any later, and our elders at home will start to worry."
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Peter took the opportunity to leave.
Because his reason was so sound, Dr. Connors didn't suspect anything and immediately let Peter and Gwen go.
As for himself... he would, of course, spend the night with his precious little mouse.
The experiment he had prepared for over ten years had finally achieved a key breakthrough; he now wished he could carry the observation box with him even when he went to the bathroom!
Even as they walked out of the Oscorp Tower, Gwen still had an unreal feeling of being in a dream.
"Peter..."
She instinctively wanted to chat with the person beside her.
But then, the "beep beep" of a car horn came from behind.
Gwen instinctively looked back and found that it was her father, George Stacy, waiting for her in a police car!
The moment he saw George in the police car, Peter couldn't help but feel the urge to whistle.
This was perfect; there would be no obstacles to him going to the Midtown High School lab now!
Chapter 9 horse talisman: Harm Not My Master!
"Peter, would you like me to give you a lift?"
Captain George looked at Peter, a gentle yet slightly wary smile appearing on his face.
He personally admired Peter, who was kind, upright, and had excellent grades.
But... the ambiguous relationship between his daughter and Peter made him feel a bit uneasy.
The little cabbage he had raised for eighteen years couldn't be let go to a pig so easily!
At the very least, he had to wait until she was twenty!
"No thanks, Uncle George. Dr. Connors recommended some biology books to me. I'm planning to go to the library and check them all out at once, so I won't trouble you to make an extra trip with me."
After dealing with George and saying goodbye to Gwen, Peter hailed a taxi and headed straight for Midtown High School.
Relying on his reputation as the school's top student, Peter used the excuse that a teacher had asked him to pick up study materials. He easily tricked the security guard at the gate and slipped into the empty chemistry laboratory.
Cold moonlight spilled through the window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Peter turned on the lights, and the laboratory was instantly filled with a pale, harsh glare.
He carefully took the emerald-green Lizard Gene Extract from his pocket, holding it like a peerless treasure.
Then, he opened the medicine cabinet and, relying on his photographic memory, quickly began searching for the various catalysts needed to synthesize the serum.
He methodically took out a dazzling array of chemical reagents in different colors and lined them up on the lab bench.
Throughout the process, his movements were smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation, as if he had practiced them a thousand times.
This was a stage that belonged to him alone.
There was no audience, no applause—only himself and the impending, transformative metamorphosis.
He poured the Lizard Gene Extract into a beaker and then added the various catalysts one by one, according to proportions precise to the milligram.
"Gurgle... gurgle..."
The liquid in the beaker began to boil violently, its color gradually turning from emerald green to a heart-palpitating dark green, streaked with an eerie blood-red.
A gas smelling of fishy blood and chemicals spread through the air.
Peter held his breath, his gaze focused to the extreme.
After an unknown amount of time, the liquid in the beaker finally stopped churning, turning completely into a tube of thick, dark green serum that emitted an ominous aura.
The lizard serum was complete!
Peter let out a long breath and carefully drew the serum into a syringe.
He looked at the strange green liquid in the syringe, his heart pounding uncontrollably.
In a normal Universe, Peter Parker was the Spider-Man chosen by fate.
But he would crown himself with his own hands!
Without any hesitation, Peter rolled up his sleeve, revealing an arm that looked excessively thin due to years of malnutrition.
He raised the syringe and aimed it at his vein.
"Come on!"
Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged the needle into his skin and pushed the entire tube of serum into his bloodstream!
My fate is mine to decide, not heaven's!
Cold!
This was the first sensation as the lizard serum entered his body.
A bone-chilling cold instantly spread through his veins to his entire body, as if it were going to completely freeze his blood.
Peter's body shuddered violently, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
However, this cold lasted for less than a second.
The next moment, a volcano erupted!
An unimaginable burning sensation, like violent lava, rampaged through his veins, frantically devouring his every cell!
Yes, it was devouring, not merging!
Peter felt as if some terrifying existence was watching him, and the lizard genes in his body were trying to consume him entirely, and then... borrow his corpse to return to life!
Thump-thump!
In Queens, Gwen, who had just gotten out of the car, suddenly felt her heart beating as heavy as a drum, and an inexplicable sense of oppression shrouded her heart.
It felt as if she were about to lose something incredibly important.
Alarms like electric currents rang in her head, and countless tiny goosebumps abruptly appeared on her arms.
Spider-Sense! Also known as the Gwen-tingle!
Without any hesitation, seeing that no one was around, Gwen used her hands and feet to cling to the wall of her house.
Her wall-crawling ability, which often failed her, was unexpectedly reliable at this moment.
She scrambled up to her rooftop in a few moves. Looking at the gap of more than ten meters to the opposite balcony, Gwen instinctively took a deep breath:
"It's okay, Gwen. You can do this!"
She didn't know why she was taking such a risk; she simply followed her instincts, habitually pulled her hood over her head, and then leaped with all her might!
A perfect landing comparable to a gymnast's, light and without a sound!
"Wow~"
Looking back at the chasm between the two small buildings that was simply impossible for a human to cross, Gwen marveled, her heart filled with even more confidence.
She began to run and jump through the city's steel jungle like a parkour girl.
Although she hadn't yet developed her own Web-shooterss, her speed was still far beyond that of a normal person, even allowing her to race the speeding cars below!
And the direction she was heading... was exactly Midtown High School!
..."Aaaargh!"
In the laboratory, Peter could no longer restrain himself and let out a repressed, agonizing roar.
Intense pain!
Pain beyond the limits of human imagination!
He felt himself being torn apart and reconstructed over and over again. His body fell heavily to the floor, twitching violently.
His skin began to take on an eerie green hue, and then, patches of fine, slime-covered scales frantically erupted from beneath his skin!
The nails on his hands and feet began to grow long and sharp, turning into terrifying claws.
His vertebrae bulged one by one with a sharp "crack," and his entire frame expanded and twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Animality!
Endless desires for brutality, bloodthirst, and destruction, like the most turbulent black tide, frantically assaulted his reason!
His pupils began to contract, turning into the cold vertical slits characteristic of reptiles, filled with undisguised bloodlust.
He wanted to tear everything before him to pieces!
He wanted to make this World tremble beneath his claws!
The birth of Dr. Lizard seemed to have entered its countdown.
However, just as Peter's consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by that violent animality, turning him into a monster that knew only slaughter...
A sudden change occurred!
Buzz!
A soft and warm white light glowed from within his body, then rippled out like a wave, instantly enveloping his entire being!
Noble Horse: Harm not my master!
The animality that could have completely broken a will of steel melted away like snow meeting its nemesis the moment it touched the white light.
The gentle white light repeatedly healed Peter's fully bestialized body.
Before this irresistible magic, even the deepest hunting instincts within his genes had to retreat, until they were completely dispelled!
"Huff... huff..."
Peter gasped for breath, his vacant eyes regaining their clarity.
He was saved!
But helping him regain consciousness was only the beginning!
The power of the horse talisman did not stop after driving out the dominance of the animality!
Chapter 10 – The local gangs have no manners at all!
A soft white light began to seep into every limb and vein, launching an efficient and thorough purge of the genes that were mutating out of control.
All the lizard DNA segments that caused genetic collapse and grotesque transformations were erased without mercy.
Meanwhile, the beneficial traits—superhuman strength, regeneration, the speed and agility to leap between skyscrapers, specialized setae for wall-crawling, and vastly heightened senses and motor nerves—were perfectly preserved.
The fine scales that had just sprouted across Peter's body receded faster than they had grown, revealing pristine skin beneath.
The claws that had sharpened retracted, turning back into neatly trimmed fingernails.
His warped, swollen frame was re-sculpted into a flawless golden-ratio physique amid a chorus of crackling bones.
After an eternity, the agony that had wracked his entire body ebbed away like a receding tide.
In its place came a power unlike anything he had ever felt—an intoxicating sense that he could command the World.
Peter slowly rose from the floor.
The tattered, rag-like clothes had been mended by the horse talisman, shrinking half a size so they now clung to him like a second skin.
He looked down at his hands.
His arms were no longer skinny and frail; the muscles were carved like a Greek statue, flowing and explosive.
He flexed, feeling the boundless energy coursing between fibers, and a wild grin spread across his face.
Success!
He was no longer the weakling who gasped for breath after two flights of stairs.
Peter couldn't resist running a hand over his stomach—those razor-sharp eight-pack abs were something he'd never owned in two lifetimes.
And it wasn't just the abs.
He could feel it: his body had undergone a tectonic shift.
Strength!
Speed!
Endurance!
Every metric had multiplied geometrically.
He stared at the thick metal lab table, drew a breath, and pinched the edge with two fingers.
A half-centimeter-deep fingerprint remained in the steel.
This was a solid-metal workstation!
The old Peter couldn't dent it with a hammer—he'd probably just bruise himself.
Now he could leave a fingerprint with a casual squeeze.
He had blown past every human limit.
If he did that to some thug's skull—man, the mental image was almost too brutal to imagine.
His senses had sharpened as well.
He'd had mild myopia—maybe two hundred degrees.
Now, in the dark, he could spot a spider the size of a grain of rice spinning its web a hundred meters away through a window.
His hearing caught every rustle of insects and rodents outside.
Leaving experience aside, he was basically a Captain America Pro Max.
Certain he was stronger—and still had a full head of hair—Peter didn't linger.
He used the horse talisman to restore the lab in seconds, then slipped out of the school unseen.
Between the wall-crawling from the lizard serum and his hyper-senses, the guard never noticed him leave.
When the man finally found the chem lab empty, he rubbed his eyes, wondering if late-night overwork had him hallucinating.
Peter sprinted home so lightly he felt he might float.
The whole World looked different.
Pedestrians seemed to move in slow motion like a movie effect.
Roaring cars no longer felt threatening.
He was confident he could outrun them—and believed he could stop one with a single hand, turning it into scrap.
Even a head-on collision wouldn't faze him now.
"Huh? Is that Gwen?"
In the dark, his night-vision caught a white-hooded figure leaping between rooftops.
Watching Gwen's silhouette flash past, Peter smiled.
Soon he could fight beside her.
But not yet—he didn't want her turning into a helpless spider who relied on him.
Only after she was seasoned enough to stand on her own.
He pulled his gaze away and headed home to reassure Uncle Ben and Aunt May.
Then a woman's scream tore through the night.
Peter froze, eyes snapping toward a shadowy alley.
Enhanced ears picked up ragged breathing, a woman's sobbing pleas, and a mugger's vicious curses.
Before, he could only hurry away and call the cops.
Now—Peter flickered and vanished, leaving only a faint night breeze.
He reappeared inside the alley.
A black gunman pressed a trembling white woman against the wall, yanking her purse.
"Let her go."
A cold voice came from behind.
The thug stiffened, spun around, and saw a teenager in fitted casual wear.
"Beat it, f****t, or I'll—"
The rap-style threat cut short as the World blurred.
Before he could pull the trigger, a sledgehammer fist sank into his gut, folding him in half.
"You're the f****t!"
Peter's face darkened.
Local gangs have no manners!
Tight clothes equal gay? Classic lighthouse stereotype.
"F*** you, die!"
The enraged thug fired.
Bang!
He grinned, expecting to see Peter in a pool of blood.
His "truth" wasn't a toy.
But the next sound—
Crack!
A sharp bone snap echoed through the alley.
"Aaaaargh!"
The mugger screamed, his arm dangling at a grotesque angle, staring as if Peter were a ghost.
What had he just seen?
This kid had dodged a bullet at point-blank range?
Was that even human?
Peter's heart still pounded.
Thank the lizard serum—half a second slower and he'd have been head-shot.
Probably survivable, but no thanks to that experience.
His gaze hardened.
You've just signed your death warrant.
Chapter 11: The Birth of Heroes and Anti-Heroes
Crack!
With the sound of a bone snapping, the neck of the previously arrogant Black robber tilted to the side, and he ceased to breathe.
Peter looked back and saw that the white woman who had been robbed had already disappeared without a trace.
Sigh, people's hearts are no longer what they used to be!
After muttering this complaint, he looked down at the now-dead Black robber.
After a moment's hesitation, he reached into the man's pocket, pulled out a lighter, and set the man's clothes on fire.
Since it was a spur-of-the-moment action, he wasn't wearing a suit or anything similar, and he had already left his fingerprints on the man's body.
He didn't want to get into trouble because of such a flaw.
Even more so, he didn't want Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei to worry about such things.
Watching the corpse quickly catch fire, Peter felt very calm.
There was no panic or nausea typical of a first-time killer.
What kind of good person would a gunman be if he pulled the trigger on him without hesitation?
Killing him outright was simply doing heaven's work!
Peter was not like his Previous Incarnation, that "pajama baby" who adhered to a no-kill rule.
As someone from the Celestial Empire, he knew the principles that "wildfire cannot destroy all the grass, it grows again with the spring breeze," and "kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself."
Not to mention this rotten Lighthouse Country, which had no fair and transparent judicial system at all!
In the original Spider-Man stories, his Previous Incarnation showed mercy at every turn, but what was the result?
Which of those supervillains ever truly repented?
They were just caught over and over again, bailed out by the wealthy or escaping from prison repeatedly, causing trouble for his Previous Incarnation time after time.
They even made life miserable for everyone associated with his Previous Incarnation, including Aunt Mei, Gwen, and Mary Jane.
Peter admired Spider-Man's justice and courage, but that didn't mean he agreed with his Previous Incarnation's concept of not killing.
Instead of becoming a superhero standing in the sunlight, he would rather be an anti-hero like Venomor Homelander!
As the old saying goes, forgiving sinners is God's job; his job is to send these people to meet God!
...After one last look at the corpse on the ground, Peter turned and strode away, while simultaneously beginning to review his shortcomings in this brief battle.
First, he wasn't sufficiently prepared; to ensure his public identity remained unaffected, he had to be well-disguised.
He couldn't let either the police or the villains easily track down his identity.
Second was the lack of combat experience.
That "battle" just now made Peter clearly realize that possessing power and knowing how to use it are two completely different things!
Even though his physical fitness completely crushed the opponent, he was almost taken out by a single Bullet!
If word got out, it would be a complete disgrace to the superhero world!
He had to quickly improve his combat experience and not let similar situations happen again.
He needed systematic, efficient combat techniques that could push his physical advantages to the limit!
Then there was the lack of equipment.
As the saying goes, no matter how high your kung fu, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife.
Although his physical fitness was now far beyond that of ordinary people, he had not yet reached the level of immortality.
Ordinary Bullets might not kill him, but what about a Barrett? Mortars? What about the energy weapons possessed by those aliens?
He had to find a handy weapon capable of dealing with such things.
For example, Captain America's Vibranium shield, Wolverine's Adamantium skeleton, Thor's Mjolnir, or the suits of Black Panther and Iron Man!
Fortunately, there were solutions to these shortcomings.
Peter's consciousness sank into his mind, looking at the virtual panel that only he could see.
[sacrifice points: 3000 points]
Now, it was time to put them to use... Meanwhile, on the rooftop of Midtown High School.
A slender figure landed as lightly as a nimble white cat, without making a sound.
Gwen took off her hood, revealing a pretty face filled with confusion and unease.
She looked around; the empty rooftop was exceptionally quiet under the moonlight, with nothing but the sound of the wind.
That heart-pounding feeling, as if she were about to lose something important, had mysteriously vanished just as she was about to arrive.
Her Spider-Sense fell silent as well.
"How could this be?"
Gwen muttered to herself, feeling like a fool who had been played.
She searched around the campus, carefully checking every corner, even crawling on the ground trying to find any clues.
But she found nothing; let alone signs of a fight, there wasn't even an extra footprint.
She couldn't figure it out, not at all.
Gwen sat dejectedly on the edge of the rooftop, her long legs dangling in the air, the evening breeze blowing through her blonde hair, making her look a bit lonely.
She sat there for who knows how long, until the security guards below began to yawn in the night, before she finally sighed helplessly and decided to go home.
Perhaps her control over this new power was still too poor, leading to the sensory failure?
That was the only temporary explanation.
Filled with doubt, Gwen put her hood back on and nimbly darted and leaped between buildings, heading toward home.
But this time, without the alarm of her Spider-Sense, Gwen focused more on the night view of The Big Apple City.
Her intention was to appreciate the New York night scene, which she had never specifically admired before.
But when she turned her attention to the concrete jungle below, what she truly saw was pervasive crime.
In the less than ten minutes it took to get from Midtown High School to her home, she stopped at least six robberies and incidents of molestation!
This experience made Gwen instinctively think of her father, George Stacy.
She used to feel that her father didn't care enough about her.
But it wasn't until today that she truly realized what her father was facing.
He was using his own flesh and blood to protect the peace of this city.
And now, she possessed power far beyond that of ordinary people... a thought began to grow uncontrollably in her mind.
I can do more!
I must do more!
After cleanly knocking out those ill-intentioned criminals, Gwen quietly pushed open the window and returned to her bedroom.
After a long silence, she walked to her desk, turned on the lamp, and spread out a sheet of white paper.
Picking up colored pencils, she sketched for a while, and soon, several heroic figures with white hoods and slender, athletic builds appeared on the paper.
Beside these design sketches, complex and precise mechanical device blueprints were also being outlined.
Today's experience made her feel like she was still missing something.
Since she had inherited the abilities of a spider, how could she not know how to spin a web?
So, she began to conceive a device that could fire high-strength spider silk based on the characteristics of a spider.
The birth of Ghost-Spider was already in the countdown.
Peter would never have imagined that his self-rescue action, while clearly changing his own fate, had unintentionally guided Gwen onto that nearly predestined path of a hero...
Chapter 12 – Bug Successfully Exploited!
Brimming with plans for the future, Peter returned to his home in Queens.
Thank heavens, Peter, you're finally back! Would you like something to eat?
Aunt Mei popped her head out of the kitchen the moment she heard the door, a loving smile on her face.
Uncle Ben rose from the sofa as well, grumbling in mild complaint:
Do you have any idea how dangerous New York gets at night? I should've picked you up!
Because Gwen had already explained over the phone that they'd been busy with legitimate work at Oscorp, Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei didn't scold Peter; they were simply worried he might run into trouble on the way home.
Facing such genuine care from the two elders, Peter—whose parents had died young and who had spent so many years alone—felt a warmth in his heart.
He couldn't help but pull them both into a big hug and said with complete sincerity,
Sorry, Uncle Ben, Aunt Mei. I promise I won't make you worry again.
He wasn't the rebellious, mouthy teenager from the original story who would talk back to Uncle Benand Aunt Mei.
Now, his mindset was far more mature than that of his Previous Incarnation before Uncle Ben's death; all he wanted was to care for the two of them and ensure they lived a rich and happy life from here on.
Peter's sudden hug and promise left Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei momentarily at a loss.
They had worried that, being at a sensitive adolescent age, Peter might explode if they spoke too harshly.
But now, his embrace made the two elders' noses sting and their hearts swell with relief.
Peter had always been a worry-free child, and now he had truly grown up—he understood and appreciated them… How wonderful!
After giving his word and wishing them good night, Peter hurried upstairs to his room.
The moment he shut the door, he silently called out in his mind:
System, open the shop.
The next second, a dazzling virtual light screen unfolded before his eyes.
The items were still the same; after buying the horse talisman, only seven remained.
His gaze swept over the seven products, and Peter quickly made up his mind:
System, purchase Kyougoku Makoto's karate insights.
Kyougoku Makoto is the combat ceiling of the Conan World—a fighting god who reaches superhuman levels through sheer physical power!
He once took down fifty blade-wielding gangsters bare-handed.
While wearing a gas mask that obscured his vision, he caught every BB pellet fired at him and counter-killed every bodyguard.
With just a few punches he shattered a marble pillar as thick as a man's embrace!
He's practically a humanoid Star Platinum; in the realm of karate, even the Master Brother of the Danketsu school is only fit to shine his shoes!
In the Marvel Universe, Daredevil—famed for his fighting skills—is like a little kid next to him.
Peter had previously looked down on this item, thinking its 500-point sacrifice cost overpriced.
After all, given his rookie status, without three to five grueling years of training he'd never reach Kyougoku's level.
By then the daylilies would be cold!
But times had changed.
With a physique and reflexes far surpassing the original Kyougoku, mastering the man's combat experience was child's play.
Kyougoku's karate techniques, amplified by this body, could explode with ten—or even a hundred—times the power.
The synergy of the two was a case of one plus one greater than ten!
So Peter bought it without hesitation.
[Congratulations, host, on obtaining 'Kyougoku Makoto's Karate Insights'. Remaining sacrifice points: 2,500.]
The instant the voice fell, a torrent of information flooded his mind like a bursting dam!
Countless combat scenes, endless muscle memories, innumerable life-and-death battle experiences… every last scrap of Kyougoku's fighting instinct, technique, and mindset was etched perfectly into Peter's soul and body.
Unconsciously, Peter snapped into a karate ready stance; the moment he moved, every muscle crackled softly, the fierce wind of his palm split the air and tore a gash in the bedsheet.
More importantly, he could feel his control over power and body leap several levels at once!
He was no longer a rookie with brute strength alone.
After a short period of adaptation, he would be a true grandmaster of combat!
With strength surpassing Captain America and Kyougoku's god-tier technique, Peter was confident that, give or take, he could already be called 'Mini-Cap'.
He still had 2,500 sacrifice points left.
After a brief hesitation, Peter ordered again:
Buy 'chakra seed'!
For most ordinary people, this thing is basically junk.
Chakra is the fusion of physical and mental energy.
Thus a weakling can only extract a tiny amount even if they succeed.
Plus, the product doesn't come with any Ninjutsu instructions; without hand-seals, all you can do is stare at that pitiful Chakra.
Abysmal cost-performance!
But for the current Peter, it's a treasure.
As a transmigrator boosted by the lizard serum, his mental and physical strength are dozens—if not hundreds—of times that of an average person!
Therefore, the amount of Chakra he can extract rivals that of the Uzumaki clan in the Hokage World.
And don't forget his invincible horse talisman!
A Ninja who overdraws Chakra will die on the spot.
Yet the talisman can heal cellular damage caused by excessive Chakra extraction.
This means his Chakra is not only vast but can also be harvested without limit!
He's basically found a bug!
Behold—what is a humanoid Tailed Beast! (leans back in triumph)
Someone might ask:
So what if you have Chakra? You don't know any Ninjutsu—what can you even do with it?
Answer: even without elemental jutsu, there's still Rasengan!
This A-rank technique developed by the Fourth Hokage Minato Namikaze and brought to glory by the prince Uzumaki Naruto needs neither hand-seals nor elemental conversion.
All you need is a massive amount of Chakra and mastery of its shape transformation.
It's tailor-made for the current Peter.
Can't do elemental jutsu? Can't form hand-seals? So what?
Nothing in this World can't be solved with one spinning ball.
If there is, then spin a bigger one—Big Ball Rasengan, Big Ball Rasengan Barrage, Ultra-Big Ball Rasengan… there's always a size that fits!
'Exchange for chakra seed!'
[Congratulations, host, on obtaining 'chakra seed'. Remaining sacrifice points: 2,000.]
Chapter 13: A Penny Stumps a Hero
The moment the system prompt faded, Peter felt a distinctly different power quietly being born.
It wasn't like the surging physical might from muscles and bones brought by the lizard serum's modification; it was a more internal, more refined energy.
This energy seemed closely linked to his spirit and soul.
As he focused his mind, this energy could slowly flow through the meridians in his body, bringing a warm and comfortable sensation wherever it passed.
This was Chakra!
The product of combining physical energy and spiritual energy!
"As I suspected, my Chakra reserves are staggeringly large!"
"Besides, this Chakra isn't as useless as I thought. This feeling... just normally coating my fists with Chakra can significantly increase their power."
"Although I'm not sure how much a normal Ninjutsu consumes, with my current Chakra reserves, making a 'ball' should be more than enough?"
Thinking this, Peter immediately began trying to form the ball.
Every detail of Naruto forming the Rasengan flashed through his mind.
Shape Transformation, extreme rotation, extreme power!
To ensure success, he even chose the basic method of using both hands to form the ball.
He extended his right hand, spread his palm, and began trying to mobilize the Chakra in his body to gather and compress in his palm.
The fingers of his left hand moved rapidly around his right, injecting chaotic and high-speed rotating Chakra into the sphere!
Bang!
A sudden explosion rang out.
The Rasengan in his hand instantly exploded due to an imbalance in proportions, whipping up a violent air current in the bedroom no less powerful than a small typhoon.
Peter was even blown back directly, his sturdy body crashing into the already old wardrobe behind him.
Holy sh*t!
Sensing hurried footsteps from downstairs with his enhanced hearing, Peter didn't dare hesitate for a second. He immediately used the power of the horse talisman and pressed his hand against the bedroom floor.
With a flash of light, the messy bedroom was instantly restored.
"Peter, are you okay?"
About ten seconds later, Uncle Ben's worried voice came through the door.
"I'm fine."
Peter opened the door with a calm expression, even stepping aside to let Uncle Ben take a look.
"I just accidentally bumped into the floor while exercising."
"Be careful, son. Even exercising requires a step-by-step approach."
Uncle Ben looked around, and after one last look at Peter to confirm he didn't seem injured, he left reassured.
Only after Uncle Ben left did Peter breathe a long sigh of relief.
In his first attempt to use Chakra, he had basically formed the Chakra ball.
His Chakra control was far superior to the Naruto in the original series.
Furthermore, although it was only his first attempt at using the Rasengan, he had already formed a basic understanding of rotation speed, output frequency, and shape stability.
With his genius mind, he would likely only need a few more tests to calculate the approximate numerical range for the Rasengan to operate stably. At that point, mastering the Rasengan quickly would no longer be a pipe dream!
This was much more efficient than the mindless practice Naruto did.
If the Naruto in the original series needed a week of day-and-night hard practice to master the Rasengan...
Then he probably only needed... half a day?
However, he certainly couldn't practice the Rasengan tonight.
The commotion from a failed practice was just too loud. Any more times and Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei would surely become suspicious!
He'd wait until after school tomorrow and find a deserted place to practice!
As for now... he should think about some other issues.
He first looked at his system.
There were five items left in the system, and he had 2,000 points.
But Peter had no desire to keep spending.
The remaining items in the system, like the Nichirin Sword or Kagune, either lacked matching cultivation methods or had very low ceilings, making their cost-performance ratio extremely limited.
Instead of consuming sacrifice points that wasn't easy to obtain on these mediocre items, it would be better to save it for next month's item refresh!
"The top priority is still solving the issue of the suit!"
A suit that could hide his identity and was easy to move in was a necessity for his foray into the night.
Peter picked up a pen and paper. With his extraordinary memory and a brain comparable to a supercomputer, he quickly sketched a suit on the paper that was completely different from any other Spider-Man.
Underneath was a tight-fitting black and gold combat suit, covered by a hooded trench coat in the style of Assassin's Creed. The mask was designed as a Skull Mask, the same style as Kurosaki ichigo's.
The overall look was elegant and agile without losing its cool and handsome vibe. It was simply awesome!
"Wearing this set out is going to be incredibly flashy!"
He could almost imagine how many fans and fangirls he would attract when he wore this outfit to act as a hero.
It would definitely be more popular than a certain little spider wearing a black and white ballet leotard (smirk)... But after finalizing the style of the suit... Peter began to struggle.
He had the design, but what about the materials? What about the tools?
Aunt Mei did have an old sewing machine that could be used, but even the cleverest housewife can't cook without rice.
Even if he searched all his pockets now, his entire net worth wouldn't exceed thirty dollars.
This amount of money probably couldn't even buy a scrap of Special Fiber.
As for asking Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei for money?
That thought was extinguished as soon as it arose.
Both kind elders were at the bottom of society, making a living by working odd jobs.
They were already doing their best just to scrape together his tuition and fees. How could he have the heart to add any more burden to them?
At this thought, Peter couldn't help but fall onto his small bed in frustration.
Power, skill, god-level items... he already possessed all the elements to become a superhero.
Yet he was stuck at the agonizing stage of raising funds for a suit.
This was truly ironic!
Peter sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the bright lights of The Big Apple City outside the window.
Heaven knows how much unknown evil and darkness were hidden beneath that prosperity.
A long time passed.
The curve of his lips gradually became cold and sharp.
To let Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei live a good life, he would definitely take the righteous path.
But... if it was just to earn the first bit of startup capital for his hero career, he didn't need to be so conventional.
As the saying goes, extraordinary people do extraordinary things.
As an Anti-hero, it's perfectly reasonable for me to raise funds by robbing criminals, right?
...The next morning.
When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room through the gap in the curtains, Peter had already opened his eyes.
Without any desire to sleep in, the triple boost of the lizard serum, horse talisman, and Chakra had made his energy peak.
It even allowed his body and newly acquired power to complete further integration.
He could feel that his five senses, strength, speed, and even neural reactions had all improved slightly compared to yesterday.
This feeling of getting stronger every second was truly intoxicating.
After specifically changing into looser clothes so that his physique wouldn't be easily noticed, Peterwalked out of the room with confidence.
He chatted and laughed with Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei while eating breakfast, but what Peter was thinking in his heart was:
Today's goals: successfully mastering the Rasengan and... seizing the first pot of gold to make the suit!
Chapter 14: Low Attack, Low Defense; Flash Seeing Red
The morning sun always brings light and hope to people.
But for Gwen Stacy, today's sunlight only served to ignite the raging fire of justice within her heart.
The evil she had witnessed breeding in the dark corners last night had kept her awake all night.
Relying solely on her father and the NYPD was simply not enough to illuminate every inch of shadow in this city.
And she now possessed the power to walk through the darkness.
Glancing at the blueprints on her desk and the half-tested Web-shooters, Gwen quickly made up her mind.
She picked up her phone and contacted her teacher directly to ask for a day off, citing that she was feeling unwell.
Immediately after, she found Peter's number, her fingertips dancing lightly across the screen.
[Hey, Peter, I'm not feeling very well today, so I can't go to school with you.]
After sending the message, Gwen tossed her phone aside, her gaze returning to the blueprints, her eyes filled with focus.
Today, she was determined to finish both the suit and the Web-shooters in one go!
Except... Ding-dong~
The notification sound from her phone made her pause just as she picked up a screwdriver.
The name 'Peter' lighting up the screen caused Gwen's heart to skip a beat for some inexplicable reason.
Taking a moment to reply shouldn't hurt... right?
...Queens, on the school bus.
Peter looked at the message on his phone, his eyebrows arching as a smile played on his lips.
Not feeling well?
I suspect 'not feeling well' is a lie, and being busy tinkering with secret gear is the truth!
Thinking of this, his fingers flew as he quickly replied:
[Then you should get some good rest. Do you need me to come over after school to help you catch up on your schoolwork?]
The message was sent, and the reply was almost instantaneous.
[No need! It's just a minor issue, I'll be fine after a nap! Just focus on your classes and don't get distracted!]
The slight panic between the lines practically overflowed from the screen.
Peter chuckled; this girl really wasn't good at lying.
Peter: [Really? As the perennial number one in our class, my class notes are worth their weight in gold.]
Gwen: [Oh, please! As if I'm not a top student too! My grades aren't much worse than yours! Anyway, I'm going back to sleep!]
Looking at the cute emojis in the message, Peter could almost imagine Gwen's flustered state as she tried to juggle her work while dealing with him.
Teasing the little Ghost-Spider is quite a joy~
Just as Peter was in high spirits.
An untimely fellow boarded the school bus.
"Yo, if it isn't our 'good-for-nothing little loser Peter'?"
A voice full of malice and mockery rang out.
Peter looked up, and what met his eyes was a face he was all too familiar with—and all too disgusted by.
"Flash" Thompson.
The star quarterback of Midtown High School and the leader of the school bullies.
Memories of his Previous Incarnation flooded his mind.
The suffocation of being locked in a locker, the humiliation of having his lunch knocked over, the embarrassment of being publicly shamed... scene after scene was vivid in his mind.
Now that he had power, it would be a disservice to his Previous Incarnation not to teach this guy a lesson... On the other side, Flash noticed that Gwen wasn't by Peter's side today, which instantly energized him.
Failing to bully Peter yesterday had made him feel out of sorts even while playing football.
Today, he had to double down on his harassment and thoroughly enjoy the pleasure of bullying the weak.
Flash looked down at Peter, his gaze landing on the phone in Peter's hand, a flicker of mockery in his eyes.
"Who are you chatting with? Smiling so happily? Let me see, are you fantasizing about some girl falling for a nerd like you again?"
Before he even finished speaking, Flash's large hand reached for Peter's phone!
He had already planned out the next script.
He would snatch Peter's phone, then read the chat history aloud in front of everyone on the bus, savoring the sight of Peter jumping in frustration while being laughed at, yet unable to do anything about it.
This was his favorite kind of drama; it felt better than sex!
Hearing Flash's words, some students on the bus showed gloating smiles, while others turned away, pretending not to see, fearing they might draw fire to themselves.
In their eyes, the frail Peter couldn't possibly resist Flash, the star of the school team.
A one-sided bullying session seemed about to take place.
But in the next second.
Flash's smile froze on his face.
Because before he could even grab Peter's phone, a hand clamped onto his wrist like an iron vise, preventing his hand from moving another inch!
Flash was stunned.
He looked down in bewilderment.
He saw that Peter hadn't even looked up; he was leisurely texting with one hand while holding Flash's wrist in a completely casual grip with the other.
Only after pressing the send button did he put away his phone and look at Flash with the eyes of a cat playing with a mouse.
That nonchalant attitude instantly enraged Flash.
He glanced at the surrounding classmates watching the commotion, feeling as if they were all mocking him.
"You..."
Flash Thompson's face instantly turned beet red as he used every ounce of strength to try and pull his hand back.
However, the strength coming from Peter's hand was staggering.
No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't free his trapped hand.
How is this possible?!
Flash's mind went blank.
Was this still the 'good-for-nothing' he bullied at will, who didn't even dare to breathe too loudly?
When did he get so strong?
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's wrong to take things without permission? Or..."
Peter finally looked up slowly, his gaze very calm, but his words were full of aggression:
"Do you not have a mother at all?"
As everyone knows, English insults are poor and direct, revolving around 'motherfucker,''son of a bitch,' and a few racial slurs.
So when Peter used a Chinese-style rhetorical question to ask about Flash's mother, Flash actually froze for a moment before realizing—Peter was calling him motherless.
And then, he completely broke down.
It was a classic case of low attack and low defense... "Fuck! You're dead!"
Shame turned into rage, and Flash completely lost his mind.
His other free hand clenched into a fist and swung toward Peter's face with a whistling wind!
He put all his strength into this punch!
He wanted to make this arrogant nerd pay a bloody price for his words!
A low gasp echoed through the bus.
Some timid girls even closed their eyes, unable to watch the bloody scene that was about to follow.
"AAAAAAAGH—!"
Sure enough, in the next second, a scream like a slaughtered pig echoed throughout the school bus.
Several girls couldn't help but frown, feeling a bit sorry for the unlucky Peter.
But as they listened, the sympathy on their faces was gradually replaced by bewilderment.
That voice didn't sound like Peter; it sounded more like... Flash?!
Chapter 15: Eunuch Flash: No—!!!
Flash collapsed to the ground, rolling around in pain, for a moment not even knowing which part of his body to cover.
At this moment, the fingers on his left hand were twisted like mangled dough twists, and an even more piercing pain radiated from his vitals.
He couldn't understand; he clearly threw a punch at Peter, so why was he the one who fell?
What a joke!
With the motor nerve enhancement from the lizard serum and the Karate insights of Kyougoku Makotofor protection, how could Peter possibly be hit by Flash?
The instant Flash threw the punch, Peter had already dodged to the side with speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person.
This dodge caused Flash's fist to slam heavily into the plastic backrest of the school bus seat, fracturing his fist on the spot.
Immediately after, with lightning speed and before anyone else could see what was happening, Peterdelivered a knee strike to Flash's vitals.
He held back on purpose this time, using less than one percent of his strength.
Otherwise, what exploded wouldn't have been as simple as just his vitals... Deathly silence.
A deathly silence filled the bus. Everyone first looked at Peter, then at Flash, who was curled up on the floor like a cooked shrimp.
For a moment, they all wondered if they were still dreaming.
What exactly happened just now?
Why was Flash the one lying on the ground?
While everyone was in a state of shock and uncertainty, Peter suddenly raised his hands and spoke with an innocent look:
"Hey, you all saw that, right? I didn't even touch him; he just suddenly collapsed on his own!"
Looking at Peter claiming innocence, everyone first nodded, then couldn't help but start whispering:
"Peter didn't even touch Flash, so why is Flash acting like this?"
"Yeah, with Peter's scrawny limbs, even if he fought back, he couldn't hurt Flash. What kind of act is this guy putting on?"
Amidst the whispers, Peter looked at Flash and suddenly put on an expression of realization followed by immense fear:
"Flash, it's one thing for you to bully me usually, but are you now trying to frame me in such a despicable way to get me expelled or even sent to prison?"
"We're all classmates, and I have no grudge against you. Why are you doing this to me?"
Huh?
So, this guy Flash is... pulling a scam?!
At this thought, many people immediately showed expressions of realization:
"I see, that explains everything!"
"Did this guy miss his punch and feel like he lost face, so he decided to frame Peter like this?"
This guess garnered agreement from many around them.
After all, besides Flash intentionally scamming Peter, there didn't seem to be a better explanation.
Otherwise, what could it be?
Were they supposed to believe that Peter, the recognized nerd, had KO'd the bull-strong Flash with a move so fast no one could see it?
What a joke!
If Peter had that kind of ability, would he have needed to be bullied by Flash for the past three years?
Thus, following the principle of 'when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth,' everyone believed Peter's version:
Flash was using a self-injury ruse; he wanted to completely destroy Peter's future!
Thinking this, everyone gasped, and the way they looked at Flash changed.
That's right, his parents are rich; framing an ordinary person like Peter would be all too easy.
If his parents pulled a few strings, Peter would probably be expelled on the spot, and his life would be over!
Holy crap, how can there be such a wicked person in this World!
Bullying Peter for three whole years wasn't enough; now he's even trying to use a self-injury ruse to ruin Peter's future!
This isn't just school bullying anymore; how is this any different from outright murder!
It's human nature to sympathize with the weak.
Before, Peter was being bullied, but at least it didn't threaten his future or his life. Everyone turned a blind eye due to Flash's physique and family background.
But now that it had escalated to the point of destroying someone's future, those students with a sense of justice couldn't stand it anymore.
Feeling the change in everyone's gaze and hearing the whispers around him, Flash, lying on the ground, was completely stunned.
No... it's not like that!
I'm clearly the victim here!
But unfortunately, he couldn't tell the truth.
How could he?
Was he supposed to personally tell others that he suffered a critical hit from Peter and would henceforth become Eunuch Flash?
That would be more painful than killing him!
What's scarier is that even if he said it, no one would believe him!
At this thought, Flash felt the pain in his lower body intensify, making him feel like he was about to split apart.
He, who was usually known for being tough, was now so aggrieved that he was shedding 'little pearls' of tears.
You can't bully people like this!
Gasping in cold air and covered in cold sweat, he tried to defend himself:
"It's not true! I didn't frame him!"
But at this point, nothing he said mattered. The more he explained, the louder the disdain around him grew:
"Pah! Listen, he's still making excuses!"
"My god! How can someone be so disgusting! He's actually trying to gain sympathy?"
Just as Flash was tasting the bitterness of being abandoned by everyone, a red-haired girl spoke up, adding another wound to his heart:
"Flash, I never thought you were this kind of person. I must have been blind to ever like you and believe you were just joking with Peter.
You've disappointed me so much. Let's break up!"
After saying this, the red-haired girl didn't even look at Flash on the ground. She stepped over him and walked up to Peter in a few quick steps.
She first checked on Peter with concern to see if he was hurt, then softly comforted him, saying she would definitely testify for him and so on.
This girl was none other than Flash's current girlfriend—Mary Jane!
In some parallel Universes, she was Peter Parker's dream girl.
But in this World, neither the Previous Incarnation nor Peter himself was interested in her.
What good could a woman be who could be wooed by a School Bully and then immediately cut ties the moment he lost face?
In the original work, this woman even hooked up with Peter's good friend Harry after having a conflict with Peter; she was just an utter mess.
How could she compare to his fragrant, soft, and adorable little Gwen?
However, just because Peter had no interest in Mary Jane didn't mean Flash didn't.
Seeing the girlfriend he had pursued for three years ignore him and care for Peter instead, Flash's heart nearly shattered!
At this moment, he really wanted to scream: No—!!!
And then: The snowflakes flutter, the north wind soughs~
However, he ultimately didn't do that.
On one hand, he was already humiliated enough and just wanted to find a hospital to hide in.
On the other hand, he was truly afraid.
Others didn't know he was being framed, but he certainly did!
Peter Parker, this guy had not only suddenly gained great power but had also designed a trap to frame him.
It was simply too despicable and too dangerous!
This Great Demon King was simply not an existence that a School Bully like him, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, could ever hope to scam!