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 Venom or 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 New York 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...