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

The once bustling New York City is now incredibly chaotic and dilapidated.

In the sky, a massive spatial passage emitted a deep blue glow.

Countless Chitauri alien armies filed in through the spatial portal.

The enormous Leviathan mechanical behemoth rampaged through the skies above the city.

With its sturdy steel body, it easily crashed through the towering building that was as fragile as paper.

The entire city of New York City descended into utter chaos at that moment.

The streets were filled with panicked citizens and the Chitauri army that had descended from the sky.

The deafening explosions, the continuous gunfire, and the cries for help, screams, and children's wails mingled together, creating an incredibly noisy and chaotic scene.

Here, there are no movie rating systems, and no rules that children will never get hurt or die.

Here, everyone is equal, and the weak humans become prey to be chased and slaughtered by the Chitauri army.

At this moment, the entire city of New York City was completely transformed into a true hell on earth.

Blood stained the earth, and everywhere there were broken and collapsed buildings, with countless people who had lost limbs crying out for help.

Of course, humans are not entirely without resistance; the New York City police are actively resisting.

Armed helicopters roared through the air, their Gatling guns firing recklessly at the Chitauri.

Dozens of police officers set up defensive lines on the streets and bridges in an attempt to repel the Chitauri attack.

Unfortunately, in this apocalyptic scene, human efforts seem so powerless.

As the mechanical behemoth Leviathan attacked, the armed helicopter was smashed to pieces, bursting into a brilliant burst of fire in the air.

The defenses that humanity had painstakingly built were easily breached.

Despair filled the hearts of all humankind!

"Could it be that New York City is about to fall completely?"

……

"When will our troops arrive?"

In the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury watched the horrific scenes being broadcast live from New York with a grave expression and asked in a deep voice.

"Chief, Natasha and Patton have already led Rumlow's special operations team there in fighter jets!"

"The Air Force also dispatched fighter squadrons to provide support at full speed, and the Army also sent tank and mechanized corps to New York City as quickly as possible..."

Agent Hill's expression was equally grave; what had happened today was far too sudden.

In less than ten minutes, the entire city of New York was about to fall completely.

Meanwhile, their human army is still preparing to depart and will likely take some time to arrive.

More importantly, even if the army arrives, it will probably be unable to stop the powerful alien fleet's advance.

Their technology is far more advanced than human civilization.

"Not enough, this is far from enough!"

Nick Fury's expression grew even more serious. He knew that such weaponry alone was simply not enough to stop the technologically advanced and massive alien army.

"Looks like it's time to use that big guy!"

Nick Fury's expression was resolute: "Activate the space carrier immediately!"

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

……

Meanwhile, in a house in a working-class neighborhood in Queens, New York City.

A family of three was hiding in the basement of the warehouse.

One of the middle-aged men, holding a double-barreled shotgun, stood at the basement doorway.

Behind him was a middle-aged woman, who was holding a little boy who was only eight or nine years old tightly in her arms.

At this moment, the woman's face was filled with panic, while the little boy in her arms was quiet, with his eyes closed, as if he were praying.

A middle-aged man stood in front of them, his face showing a hint of barely suppressed tension, but even more so, a firm conviction.

As the pillar of the family, he must protect the woman and children behind him, even at the cost of his life.

Fortunately, they were in a civilian area, far from downtown New York City, and had not yet been attacked by the Chitauri army, so they were relatively safe for the time being.

The middle-aged man was staring intently at the basement entrance, ready for anything.

But behind him, an incredibly dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth.

"Ah! What the hell is this thing?"

The woman stared at the blinding golden light and couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"plum!"

The man, who was waiting in ambush ahead, never expected that danger would appear behind him. He hurriedly turned around, pointing his double-barreled shotgun at the blinding golden light, ready to pull the trigger.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not an alien!"

Amidst the golden light, a human voice rang out, causing Uncle Ben to hesitate for a moment.

The golden light dissipated, and a tall figure appeared before them.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting black suit, and his face was not covered at all, so they could see that his face was indeed human.

Moreover, they seemed to sense a strange sense of familiarity with that figure.

"Who exactly are you?"

Uncle Ben didn't put down his hunting rifle, and asked with a wary expression.

"Brother, are you an angel sent by God to save us?"

The little boy, however, was not at all reserved. His clear eyes gazed at the figure, and he asked with a touch of naivety.

He seemed to sense that the figure would never harm him.

"I have indeed come to save you, but I am not that winged bird-man of angels!"

Peter gazed at the other little Peter in this universe and couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of the multiverse.

"Alright, you can stay here and take refuge. As for the aliens outside, leave them to me!"

Peter patted the little boy's head, then turned and walked toward the basement exit.

Although he could have smashed through the basement and flown into the sky, he didn't do it.

Uncle Ben never put down his shotgun the entire time, remaining vigilant until Peter opened the basement door, ready to go out.

Uncle Ben finally lowered his guard: "Kid, stay here. It's spacious here; it's too dangerous outside!"

"Uncle Ben, don't worry about me. Now, it's their turn to run!"

Peter didn't even turn his head. He simply left a single sentence, resolutely walked out of the basement, and closed the door again.

"Hey, Mei, what did that child look like again? How come I suddenly forgot!"

"Ben, I think I forgot too, that's strange..."

……

Outside the basement, Peter slowly floated up, gazing at the enormous spacetime wormhole in the distant sky with unwavering determination.

"If I had known the system would be this good to me, I shouldn't have hesitated when I accepted the mission!"

At this moment, Peter finally realized just how powerful the real Superman truly was.

The surrounding space seemed incredibly fragile to him, as if he could break it apart like a glass mirror if he exerted too much force.

He heard the voices of everyone on Earth talking, a chaotic and noisy cacophony, but his super brain, working at its peak, easily sorted through it and instantly extracted information that was useful to him.

"So, in this universe, Tony didn't become Iron Man, Captain America didn't resurrect, Hulk never appeared, and Thor is still in Asgard..."

"Only New York is about to fall to the Chitauri army!"

"However, I am now fearless even when facing the real General Zod!"

The reason for all of this was the notification the system sent him after he arrived in this universe.

[You, at the tender age of seven, dared to confront General Zod head-on. Your courage is truly admirable. For a limited time, we hereby unlock for you: Superhuman strength at its peak (normal form). May you live up to your bravery and forge ahead without hesitation!]

The fate of Earth in this universe rests in your hands!

"Don't even mention Zod, even if Darkseid came, I'd beat the shit out of him!"

……