Marvel Universe, Earth-9742.
Toby Parker, that is my name in this life.
Yes, Toby is a transmigrator, one who was reborn into the Marvel Universe from birth.
And the reason for his transmigration was the "Truck of Destiny" event that everyone is already familiar with.
However, in this particular transmigration event caused by the Truck of Destiny, he wasn't the victim in his past life, but the perpetrator.
In his previous life, as a heavy truck driver, he was pushed over the edge by the son of an elderly scammer during a malicious insurance fraud attempt, who said, 'If you didn't hit him, why did you help him up?'
He already had a notoriously explosive temper and was an orphan with no parents. Even when playing CF, if someone insulted him on the loading screen, he would use his real name to flame every teammate in the game without mercy for the entire match. How the hell could he tolerate this?
"Alex, right?"
"Just you wait, I'll go get it for you right now!"
After returning to his heavy truck, he ignited the engine, hit the clutch, shifted gears, and floored the accelerator in one smooth motion. Without a second of hesitation, he sent the scamming father and son straight to see God!
"Want to scam me? Try bumping into my Truck of Destiny first!"
"F*** your mother!"
As the driver inside the truck, hitting two people wouldn't have killed him instantly; at most, he would have been sentenced to death later.
But after he ran over the scamming duo, a red, blue, and black spider somehow slipped into the cab from nowhere.
By the time he noticed the spider, it was already too late!
The spider had already crawled onto the back of his hand. Before he could flick away the obviously venomous creature, it seemed to have a sense of danger and bit him first on the webbing between his thumb and index finger!
Then, within just ten seconds, he felt his whole body go numb, his heart suddenly tighten, and his vision go dark before finally losing consciousness. The whole process was also damn smooth!
If this was retribution for his killing, one could only say that karma came way too f***ing fast!
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a blue-eyed Nurse wearing a blue mask and a blue cap.
Then, the Nurse handed him over to a sweaty woman with a kind face.
As he raised his hand to look at his tiny, moist palms, he immediately realized he had transmigrated. The woman holding him was clearly the mother who had just given birth to him in this new world!
The Nurse had just called the kind woman holding him 'Mrs. Mei Parker'... That name only brought one person to mind... He had actually transmigrated as the son of Spider-Man's Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei!
What the f... 20 years later—Timeline: 2008, New York.
Hells Kitchen, Havana Gang.
In the treasure trove known as "Little Gotham," Hells Kitchen, gang wars were a common occurrence.
But one person taking on an entire gang was unheard of, even in the chaotic melting pot of Hells Kitchen!
At least until today, it was unheard of... Even those masked street heroes who fought crime in Hells Kitchen all day wouldn't dare claim they could charge into a gang's headquarters alone.
Because such an act was no different from throwing a flashbang into a toilet—it was a surefire way to make the Star of Death shine brightly over one's head!
But today, someone did something that even those street heroes wouldn't dare imagine!
And not only did they do it, they slaughtered their way through an entire gang single-handedly!
Rumble—
Rat-tat-tat—
Bang! Bang! Bang!—
The sound of thunder and torrential rain masked the muzzle flashes and gunfire in the dark night... On this rainy night, within the Havana Gang of Hells Kitchen, a tall figure standing two meters high, clad in a black and red full-body spider suit, held a gang member in each hand. He stepped over countless corpses, walking slowly toward the Ancestral Hall deep within the Havana Gang's territory.
Hiding in the Ancestral Hall at this moment were the leader of the Havana Gang, Black Beetles, and the remaining gang members.
Although these gang members were all armed with swords and guns, every single one of them was shaking as if they had Parkinson's, their eyes filled with terror.
All of this was because of that 'God of Death' who had appeared in their Havana Gang ten minutes ago!
Nearly two hundred gang members of the Havana Gang had been slaughtered by that 'God of Death' single-handedly, leaving only the twenty or so of them hiding in the Ancestral Hall!
Seeing his subordinates retreating in fear of a single person and crowding into the Ancestral Hall where he was hiding—nearly pushing him against the ancestral tablets—Black Beetles couldn't help but roar:
"Idiots! How could we Havana Warriors produce such a bunch of useless cowards?! Stop retreating! Kill that damn bastard right now! Or else you will all commit seppuku to atone for your sins!!!"
Rebuked by their boss, the lackeys, who were already on the verge of wetting themselves, had no choice. Trembling all over, they steeled themselves and walked out of the hall into the courtyard, aiming their shaking guns at the hall's only entrance.
Although their group was called the Havana Gang and its members were all Japanese, they were currently in the land of the free, America, where gunfights happened every day. Naturally, the gang's combat style had been localized.
Their techniques didn't involve katanas, but gunfighting!
The moment the courtyard gate was pushed open, the extremely tense men pulled their triggers recklessly, unleashing a wild spray of bullets toward the entrance!
Facing the rain of bullets coming his way, Toby didn't even bother to dodge. He simply used the two men he was holding as a double human shield in front of him.
Leaving aside whether the submachine guns and pistols used by these Havana Gang lackeys could penetrate the two human shields in Toby's hands, even if they did, the remaining impact of the bullets wouldn't be enough to penetrate his bulletproof spider suit, which he had custom-made from special materials at a high price.
The lackeys, whose rationality had been hollowed out by fear, didn't use any suppressive tactics like alternating fire. Every one of them just wanted to pull the trigger as hard as they could.
Consequently, their ammunition quickly ran out, followed by the continuous clicking of empty chambers.
Once their bullets were spent, Toby casually tossed the two corpses, now riddled with holes like sieves, onto the ground like trash and gave them a disdainful smile:
"Dumbasses, do you think you're playing a shooting game with infinite ammo? You're still pulling the trigger even without bullets? Reload!"
Hearing Toby's mocking reminder, they finally realized something was wrong and scrambled to change their magazines.
But it was clearly too late!
"Huh? You're actually reloading? Idiots, save it for your next life!"
Toby crouched slightly, and the narrow, blood-red eyes on his black mask seemed to flash with a bloodthirsty cold light amidst the lightning!
Awakened, it's hunting time!
Toby kicked off with both legs, and his tall frame instantly transformed into a blood-red afterimage, savagely crashing into the crowd!
The Havana Gang member who was hit head-on by Toby felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. The impact was no lighter than being hit by a heavy truck. He flew backward, twisted like a rag doll, and finally slammed into the Ancestral Hall's wall, ending up as a smear of minced meat embedded in the wall—the kind you couldn't even scrape off!
The remaining gang members fared no better. Toby was like a wolf among sheep, unleashing a cruel and bloody feast of slaughter upon them!
With Toby's terrifying strength, which started at several tons, these gang members—who were just ordinary humans—were severely injured at the slightest touch and dead upon impact!