All the heavens, starting as the ruler of the universe

Peter Parker turned off the chat group's screen, put on his faded gray hoodie, and stuffed the Spider-Man suit into the bottom of his backpack.

We can't go to the Transmigrator Base for the time being. Mr. Lin Yan said he would have to wait a few days before he could come and give him the spatial beacon.

Peter wasn't in a hurry. This world was too quiet—the car thief from last week was hung on a streetlight, and the convenience store robber from the day before yesterday was tied up like a dumpling. Compared to the daily life of alien invasions every few days in the main world, this place was like a resort.

So he had a leisurely life and could go to school like a regular high school student.

The corridors of Zhongcheng Science and Technology High School were filled with the smell of sweat and cheap deodorant.

Peter had just turned the corner of the stairs when he bumped into someone.

"Feel sorry--"

He instinctively reached out to help, but froze the moment he saw the other person's face.

Gwen Stacy.

Blonde hair, grey-blue eyes, and a faint mole on the tip of her nose.

The textbooks in her arms were scattered on the ground, and she squatted down to pick them up, her movements swift and efficient.

"It's my fault, I walked too fast," Gwen said without looking up, her tone polite but distant.

Peter knelt down to help her pick up the books.

As he handed her the "Introduction to Molecular Biology," Gwen looked up at him and gave him a polite smile: "Thanks."

Then she walked away with the book in her arms, her chestnut-colored ankle boots tapping out a crisp rhythm, without looking back.

Peter stood still and pulled his backpack strap up a little.

She really didn't know him.

In this world, Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy are separated by a distance that will never allow them to stand side by side.

That's good.

Peter didn't want to experience the same story as in the original plot, and he didn't want this woman to have such a tragic ending.

So from the beginning, he didn't provoke her, didn't sit next to her, didn't team up with her in lab classes, and didn't engage in conversation with her.

And to be honest, he didn't think the female lead was that pretty.

It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, it's just that she wasn't his type. Her overly sharp intelligence and the natural sense of superiority she exuded made him feel a bit distant.

Or it might just be an excuse, but it doesn't matter.

"Yo, Parker!"

A thick arm draped over his shoulder. Frash Thompson's angular face was grinning at him.

Ever since Peter caught Flash's punch with one hand in the alley two weeks ago and pinned him to the wall with one finger, the guy has clearly been won over.

"There's a party tonight, do you want to come?" Thompson raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Peter understood almost without thinking what kind of gathering it was.

What else could a party be like for American high school students?

A student's parents went on vacation, leaving behind an empty house. A group of hormone-fueled teenagers then flocked to the house with alcohol and contraband.

The music was so loud it made the floor tremble. Some people were sprawled on the sofa, puffing on cigarettes, while others stripped down to their underwear by the pool. Upstairs in the bedroom, they were probably already pairing up.

They get high, then start messing around—a standard procedure.

"No, thank you." Peter pulled his backpack strap up a little higher.

"Hey, don't be so quick to refuse," Thompson whispered, leaning closer. "The Campbell twins are going too, you know who I'm talking about, right?"

Peter glanced at him.

To be honest, Frash's attitude is much more agreeable now than before.

Before, they would stuff things into the trash can; now they're pulling them into parties. Their attitude has completely changed, but their self-righteousness hasn't changed at all.

"I'm not interested in that." Peter walked away without looking back.

"There are men too..." Thompson muttered to himself as he watched Parker walk further and further away.

"..."

Parker, with his excellent hearing, could hear it perfectly clearly, but he didn't turn around to explain anything.

I pushed open the classroom door and sat down in the third-to-last row by the window.

Everything is normal.

Then Mr. Anderson came in, followed by a man.

"Classmates, we have a new student in our class today, this is Li—"

"Just call me Li," the man replied, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, carrying an indescribable composure.

Peter looked up.

The transfer student was a boy who looked to be the same age as me, with black hair and black eyes, and his features showed signs of mixed race. He wasn't particularly outstanding, but he had a strange presence when he stood there.

But that wasn't what really made Peter tense up.

It was the way he looked at me.

As Mr. Anderson pointed out the seats, the transfer student's gaze swept across half the classroom and landed squarely on Peter.

That gaze lingered for about two seconds—it's not a problem for strangers to look at a new classmate like that.

But Peter noticed that his gaze was too "precise," not just aimlessly scanning, but as if he already knew where Peter was.

Then the transfer student gave a slight smile and walked to his seat.

The seat was to Peter's left and slightly in front, with two rows between them. When the other person sat down, they naturally turned their body to the side, which was just the right angle for them to observe Peter out of the corner of their eye.

Peter lowered his eyes, staring at the physics formulas in his textbook, his brain racing.

Sensing no hostility, the spider sensed nothing, remaining quiet like a cat dozing by the fireplace.

That leaves only one possibility: the other party is another mysterious time traveler from this world.

It seems the other person also knows the plot, which is why they sought out me as Spider-Man.

interesting.

The class period passed quickly, and the other party did not come to contact them during the break.

However, Peter wasn't in a hurry. Since the other party hadn't expressed their opinion, he wouldn't go over there.

However, the discussion coming from the back row did surprise him.

"I'm telling you, it's true, my cousin saw it with his own eyes."

"Come on, your cousin said he saw Bigfoot in the alley last time."

"There's video this time! On Queens Boulevard, someone wearing a red and blue bodysuit swung from one building to another like a spider."

"The image quality is so blurry, I'd believe you if you said it was a bat."

"He's been called Spider-Man online, and someone even created a special account for him; he's got almost two thousand followers."

Peter gripped his pen tighter; the name "Spider-Man" was spreading faster than he had expected.

Kenny, sitting in the front row, turned around and said, "Parker, have you heard? A Spider-Man has appeared in Queens."

Peter looked up, his expression perfectly bewildered: "What?"

"I knew you hadn't checked the group chat." Kenny handed over his phone, on which was a blurry red and blue silhouette. "This guy has caught several criminals recently. Last week, someone filmed him hanging a car thief on a lamppost with one hand."

Peter took the phone, glanced at it, shrugged, and handed it back: "Sounds like an urban legend."

"I think so too. But Flasch said it might be true, and that he'd organize people to stake out the location and take high-resolution photos."

Peter's lips twitched.

Just then, he felt a gaze upon him.

Li Zheng tilted his head and quietly watched him, his expression indifferent.