He's Spider-Man in Marvel, but he insists I'm Superman.

Peter's magic touch arrived, quite abruptly, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

He had clearly traveled to the Marvel Universe and become Peter Parker, who had just been adopted by the Ben Parker family.

The cheat code insisted that he was a Kryptonian who came to Earth from Krypton and had just been adopted by the Kents.

Although there are many connections between the Marvel Universe and the DC Universe.

Even in the comics of the previous life, two different comic companies collaborated to create unique comic stories.

However, that's just a comic book, and it can never be compared to the real world.

"Peter, what's wrong?"

Peter's sudden moment of distraction caught the attention of Uncle Ben and Aunt May, who couldn't help but ask him with great concern.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. Uncle Ben, Aunt Mei, let's go home!"

Peter spoke softly, instantly bringing smiles to Uncle Ben and Aunt May's faces.

"Okay, Peter, let's go home now!"

……

Peter sat alone in the back seat of a somewhat old-fashioned car.

The drizzle outside the window seemed to have gotten a bit heavier, with raindrops gently pattering against the car window glass like beautiful musical notes.

His eyes were closed, but he did not fall asleep.

"System? Cheat code? Open the character panel..."

Peter tentatively called it in his mind, and to his surprise, it seemed to actually work.

A semi-transparent panel appeared above his retina, which he could see clearly even with his eyes closed.

Name: Clark Kent

Age: 0 years old (infancy)

[Bloodline]: Kryptonian (Unawakened)

[Skills]: Steel Body (Unawakened), Super Strength (Unawakened), Super Speed ​​(Unawakened), Super Brain (Unawakened), Super Hearing (Unawakened), Super Vision (Unawakened), Bio-force Field (Unawakened), Thermal Vision (Unawakened), Freezing Breath (Unawakened)...

[Life Milestone]: Lands on Earth in a spaceship and is adopted by the Kents...

[Current Stage Task (Infancy)]

1: Cry loudly for thirty seconds.

2: Drink 10 ml of breast milk.

3: Crawl 10 meters. (Choose one task; refreshes daily at midnight)

Reward: Energy gained from one hour of sunlight exposure (absorption efficiency at the infant stage)

"Does this character panel have anything to do with me whatsoever?"

Peter read through everything displayed on the panel from beginning to end, from names and ages to bloodlines and life milestones, but none of it seemed to have any connection to him.

When he saw the current stage of the task, he couldn't help but chuckle: "What kind of crappy task is this?"

If we consider the infant stage shown on the panel, these tasks are understandable, since an infant can probably only do these few things.

But what the heck is that second option?

Are you sure this system is training superhumans, and not some loveless, homelander who's afraid of being cyberbullied?

"I would rather die than choose the second mission!"

Peter passed on the second task almost without hesitation; he didn't want to be seen as a freak.

"I just don't know if I'll actually get the so-called reward if I complete this task?"

Looking at the reward, which represents the energy Superman gains from absorbing one hour of sunlight, Peter couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

Although the absorption efficiency is only at the level of infancy, it is certainly far less than the amount that Superman obtained in adulthood.

However, it should at least make his body, which is only eight years old now, stronger.

Moreover, the missions are refreshed every day. If he completes them on time every day, he may only need to persist for a few years to gain the same physical strength as Spider-Man without even being bitten by the mutated spider.

"Moreover, this way, I can ensure that I have enough power to protect myself and my family in the event of a crisis that I may encounter in the future."

"And it also saves him from paying with his life..." Peter couldn't help but open his eyes and look at Uncle Ben in the driver's seat, who had deliberately slowed down the car to make him more comfortable.

"We have to try it no matter what!"

Peter closed his eyes again and made up his mind without hesitation.

Of course, it's impossible to complete the task while in the car.

Otherwise, whether he chooses Task 1 or Task 3, he would need to suddenly burst into tears or crawl around in the car.

At that time, Uncle Ben and Aunt May will probably think that he has suffered a mental breakdown due to extreme grief.

Or perhaps they thought he was possessed by a demon and sent him to a church to ask a priest to exorcise him.

Peter didn't want to be treated as mentally ill.

So I can only wait until I get home and then find another opportunity to do the mission.

With this thought in mind, Peter actually fell into a deep sleep in the car.

"Ben, drive carefully, Peter is asleep..."

Aunt May turned around and looked at Peter lying on the back seat, her eyes full of heartache and care, and gently reminded Uncle Ben to be careful.

"Let him get a good night's sleep; he's had a really tough time these past few days!"

Ben deliberately lowered his voice, afraid of waking Peter who was sleeping, and drove more steadily and carefully.

He was just a child, yet he had to endure the painful experience of losing a loved one, a pain that even adults would find difficult to bear.

……

The car drove very slowly; a journey that should have taken only a few tens of minutes took more than an hour.

When the car finally entered a quiet working-class neighborhood and stopped in front of a two-story wooden house with a small yard, Peter woke up rubbing his eyes.

"Are you home yet?" he asked groggily, his voice still slightly hoarse.

Uncle Ben and Aunt May exchanged a smile, their eyes full of tenderness: "We've arrived, Peter."

Uncle Ben opened the car door, went around to the back seat to open it for him, and held out his hand: "Welcome home, Peter!"

Aunt Mei smiled and chimed in, "From now on, this will be your new home."

The three of them got out of the car, with Ben and Aunt May each holding Peter's hand on either side, and walked together toward their new home.

The warmth of the palm enveloped his hand, and the strength it conveyed brought him a sense of peace.

He looked up at the house in front of him, which wasn't luxurious but exuded a sense of everyday life, and silently thought to himself, "Yes, my new home."

Opening the door, Peter looked at the somewhat unfamiliar yet cozy house and thought to himself, "From now on, I'll be living here permanently!"

As I stepped into the house, a faint floral fragrance wafted towards me—the daisies that Aunt Mei had placed in the living room.

The furniture wasn't brand new, but it was spotless and exuded a warm and cozy atmosphere.

"Peter, come with me, I'll show you the new room prepared for you!"

She led Peter through the living room and up the wooden staircase, the floorboards creaking softly like the whispers of time.

Arriving at a room on the second floor, Aunt Mei stopped, released his hand, and smiled, gesturing, "Come on, open it and see for yourself. This is something we prepared especially for you."

Peter looked at the closed door and took a deep breath.

Behind the door was his new bedroom in this world, and the world behind the door seemed to foreshadow everything he would have to face in the future.

He reached out, gently grasped the doorknob, and then turned it.

Click—

The crisp sound of the lock turning was particularly clear in the quiet hallway. Peter applied slight pressure with his fingertips and slowly pushed open the wooden door.

A faint scent of soap mixed with the aroma of sunshine wafted over. The room wasn't spacious, but it was meticulously cleaned, showing that Aunt Mei had put a lot of thought into it.

A single bed in natural wood color sits by the window, with clean light blue sheets and a thin quilt with a bear pattern folded on top, as soft as a cloud.

Opposite the bed was a desk made of the same material, its surface spotless and new. In the corner sat a small globe, next to which were several children's picture books and a brand-new set of stationery.

On the wall above the desk were several yellowed posters of the starry sky, which seemed to have been specially found by Uncle Ben. Peter remembered that when he filled out the interest form at the adoption center, he had casually written "I like stars".

What warmed his heart the most were the two potted plants by the window, their petals still glistening with water droplets.

The rain outside the window had stopped sometime ago, and a faint ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, landing perfectly on the petals and refracting into delicate light.

"Do you like it?" Aunt Mei's gentle voice sounded from behind.

"We thought boys might not like things that are too flashy, so we set it up simply. If you want something else, or if you want any other toys, you can tell us."

Peter turned around and looked at the genuine smile in Aunt May's eyes, and his nose suddenly felt a little sore.

"I really like it, thank you Aunt Mei." He nodded vigorously.

Aunt Mei smiled and ruffled his hair: "I'm glad you like it. You can familiarize yourself with it for a while. I'll go downstairs and prepare some snacks for you. Ben went to the garage to pack some things. Just call us if you need anything."

After saying that, she gently closed the door, leaving Peter alone.

The moment the door closed, the tenderness on Peter's face slowly seeped into his heart.

However, an urgent concern about whether the task would be effective gradually surfaced in his mind.

"It's time to put it to the test!"

……