Holy crap. The moment he laid eyes on Excalibur, Peter couldn't help but marvel internally.
The gold drop rate for this shop refresh was absurdly high.
Aside from that massive troll trap known as the King Engine, every single item—bar none—was absolute top-tier loot!
Excalibur's Noble Phantasm was a super-tier holy beam cannon, the ultimate minion-sweeping lawnmower.
Even without unleashing its true name release, the blade itself was a supreme divine construct forged by the planet, its sheer sharpness and durability easily rivalling Asgardian Uru metal.
Grabbing it for thirty thousand points was a total steal.
Peter had already mapped out a plan: under normal circumstances, he would leave the holy sword with Sif to wield in battle.
Whenever a massive cosmic invasion hit—say, Thanos leading his Chitauri armada to subjugate Earth—Peter could simply take Excalibur from Sif's hands and blast that purple raisin into the stratosphere with a maximum-output holy beam. Let him see what a real cosmic surprise looked like!
Two items left. Keep the momentum going—don't let my points sit around gathering dust.
With that thought, Peter checked the final two listings.
[Item 7: Pumpkin (Roman Artillery)]
Source:Akame ga Kill!
Effect: One of the Forty-Eight Teigu (Imperial Arms). A specialized firearm that channels the wielder's mental and spiritual energy into high-yield concussive blasts. Its destructive output scales proportionally with the user's mental focus and sense of crisis, but firing an overloaded blast triggers an automatic thermal cooldown, rendering it temporarily unusable.
Price: 6,000 Sacrifice Points
The cheapest listing of this rotation, yet far from useless.
Peter planned to purchase it as a protective gift for Mantis.
As an empathic prodigy capable of effortlessly reading and manipulating the emotions of planetary-level entities, Mantis's raw spiritual reserve was staggering.
Handing Pumpkin to her meant that even if she could only pull off one desperate blast during a crisis, it would grant her a reliable self-defense option in lethal situations.
Purchased!
[Item 8: Myriad Soul Banner (Blank)]
Source:Eastern Arcane Realm
Effect: A staple soul-harvesting relic utilized by practitioners of the dark mystic arts. Capable of capturing fallen souls to command at will, refining spiritual remnants into pure abyssal essence to directly temper, nourish, and elevate the host's soul core.
Price: 80,000 Sacrifice Points
Holy mother of god!
The moment the Myriad Soul Banner popped onto the screen, Peter felt the entire art style of the universe spiraling out of control.
Wait a second... aren't I supposed to be a superhero?
Sure, he never cared for the hypocritical moral constraints common to the superhero archetype.
...but pulling out an actual Soul Banner? Isn't that taking things a bit too far into the dark path?!
Then again... this thing is ridiculously overpowered!
If he threw cosmic terrors like Thanos or Dormammu straight into the Soul Banner... wouldn't that be the ultimate double-dip?
Not only could he sacrifice their physical remains and gear to the System for massive points, but he could also grind their souls down inside the banner to permanently strengthen his own spiritual foundation!
Sure, soaking in "abyssal essence" sounded like something a total villain would do.
...but the raw stat gains were undeniably god-tier!
The stronger his spiritual soul became, the greater the divine energy he could siphon through his dual-god resonance. The more divine power he channeled, the more profound the biological nourishment to his physique, elevating his physical attributes to unfathomable heights.
This was a first-class express ticket to true godhood!
Best of all, Peter possessed the Tiger Talisman.
The Tiger Talisman permanently enforced absolute equilibrium between light and shadow within him. No matter how much dark essence he absorbed, he would never suffer spiritual corruption, personality breakdown, or magical backlash.
After hesitating for exactly 0.01 seconds, Peter discarded every lingering moral qualm and decisively spent 80,000 Sacrifice Points to secure the Myriad Soul Banner.
Following this massive shopping spree, Peter still had over 300,000 Sacrifice Points in reserve, walking away with a total haul of seven game-changing items:
[System Shop Haul]
├── 1. Senbonzakura (Zanpakuto) ────────── 20,000 pts
├── 2. Three-Base Unified Qi (Skill) ───── 8,000 pts
├── 3. Sasuke's Eternal Mangekyo ───────── 30,000 pts
├── 4. Senzu Beans (50x) ───────────────── 30,000 pts
├── 5. Excalibur (Noble Phantasm) ──────── 30,000 pts
├── 6. Pumpkin (Imperial Arms) ─────────── 6,000 pts
└── 7. Myriad Soul Banner (Dark Relic) ─── 80,000 pts
───────────
Total Spent: 204,000 pts | Remaining: ~306,642 pts
Admiring the items transferred into his spatial ring—the Zanpakuto stored inside his inner world, while the Eternal Mangekyo integrated directly into his ocular pathways—Peter felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
The second the Quinjet touched down on American soil, he was going to kick off his gift-giving tour!
A few hours later, the Quinjet hovered above the landing pad of Avengers Tower.
Even before touching down, the plaza below was swarming with a sea of reporters, flashing cameras, and media vans.
"Hey, Tony, Harry—I'll leave the runway to you two."
Peter patted their shoulders, his tone dripping with eager lightness:
"Handling the press is your specialty anyway, isn't it?"
"Peter, you lazy bastard..." Harry opened his mouth to complain, but Peter had already taken Gwen and Felicia by the hands, the Eye of Aurora gleaming around his neck.
"Remember to give everyone my best regards."
Peter flashed them a wink, gesturing toward Mantis as he turned to Daisy:
"I'll leave her in your care to get settled at SHIELD headquarters. I'll drop by to check in on you later."
SNAP!
He snapped his fingers smoothly:
"To the Parker Estate~"
Hummm—!
A ripple of spatial distortion swept through the air, and the trio vanished on the spot, leaving Tony and Harry shaking their heads in defeat.
Having a friend like this... was truly a once-in-a-lifetime blessing!
Returning to the Parker Estate, Peter pulled both girls into a warm embrace.
"Should I make a witty comment about how I picked the wrong time to show up?" Felicia rolled her eyes, watching Peter and Gwen clinging to one another.
"Not at all—you arrived right on cue," Peter shot back smoothly.
That night, the breeze was sweet, the moonlight gentle, as if the entire world was celebrating their passionate reunion.
The following morning, after enjoying a cozy breakfast with his two main ladies, Peter kicked off his delivery route.
First stop: SHIELD Headquarters.
"Here, this is for you. A customized gift I prepared specially for you—something neither Gwen nor Felicia received~"
Peter placed an antique, thread-bound manual into Daisy's hands. Across the cover, five elegant characters were inscribed: Sanfen Guiyuan Qi.
"What's this? An ancient martial arts manual?" Curious, Daisy flipped the cover open, only for the physical book to dissolve into motes of light, merging into her mind.
"What... what just happened?!"
Feeling the layered principles and energy flow techniques of the manual integrating directly into her consciousness, Daisy covered her mouth in absolute shock.
Not only because the delivery method defied all common sense, but because she instantly realized this manual was a tailored breakthrough for her specific power set!
Though she possessed no traditional internal Qi, the methods for cycling and projecting energy mirrored the harmonic resonance of her Quake powers. She could substitute internal Qi entirely with her innate vibrational frequencies, yielding destructive shockwaves far surpassing the original manual's limits!
"Th-Thank you, Peter..." Daisy's cheeks flushed crimson, her voice dropping to a delicate murmur.
She had actually felt quite jealous yesterday when Peter whisked Gwen and Felicia away, tossing and turning all night without getting much sleep.
"Between us, do you really need to say thanks?" Peter gently ruffled her hair.
Daisy leaned into his touch, enjoying the moment before playfully opening her arms toward him with a mischievous glint in her eyes:
"I barely got any sleep last night. So... Lord Arbiter, would you mind granting a lost maiden a sweet dream?"