Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

As for now... let's think about other things first.

He first checked his system.

There are five items left in the system, and I have 2000 points.

But Peter had no desire to continue spending money.

The remaining items in the system, such as the Nichirin Blade and Kagune, either lack matching cultivation techniques or have extremely low potential, resulting in very limited cost-effectiveness.

Instead of wasting your sacrificial points, which aren't easy to obtain, on these useless items, it's better to save them for next month's item refresh!

"The most urgent task is to solve the problem of the combat suits!"

A suit of armor that could conceal his identity and facilitate movement was essential for him to step into the night.

Peter picked up a pen and paper, and with his extraordinary memory and a brain comparable to a supercomputer, he quickly sketched out a suit on the paper that was completely different from all the other Spider-Men.

Inside was a tight-fitting black and gold bodysuit, covered by a hooded trench coat similar to those in Assassin's Creed, and the mask was designed as the same skull mask as Ichigo Kurosaki.

The overall look is both elegant and dynamic, yet also dashing and handsome—it's absolutely stunning!

"Wearing this out will definitely make you stand out!"

He could almost imagine how many fans and admirers he would attract when he wore this outfit and went on a chivalrous adventure.

Definitely more popular than some little Spider-Man in a black and white ballet leotard (winking)...

But after finalizing the design of the suit... Peter began to have a problem.

We have the design, but what about the materials? And the tools?

Aunt Mei did have an old sewing machine that could be used, but even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice.

He has searched every inch of his pockets and all his assets combined don't amount to more than thirty dollars.

This amount of money probably wouldn't even buy a scrap of special fiber.

As for asking Uncle Ben and Aunt May for money?

He immediately extinguished the thought as soon as it arose.

Both kind elders were from the bottom of society, making a living by doing odd jobs.

They had already done everything they could to raise his tuition and fees, so how could he bear to add any more burden to them?

With this thought in mind, Peter couldn't help but feel a little irritated and lay down on the small bed.

Power, skill, god-tier items... he already possesses all the elements to become a superhero.

However, the project stalled at the stressful stage of raising funds for the uniforms.

How ironic!

Peter sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the dazzling lights of the Big Apple outside the window.

Heaven knows how much untold evil and darkness lies hidden beneath that glittering facade.

a long time.

The curve of his lips gradually turned cold and sharp.

If you want Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei to live a good life, you definitely have to follow the right path.

But... if it's just about earning the first bit of start-up capital for your heroic career, then you don't need to be so conventional.

The saying goes, "Extraordinary people do extraordinary things."

As an anti-hero, it's perfectly reasonable for me to raise funds for myself through double-crossing, right?

……

The next morning.

Peter opened his eyes as the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the gap in the curtains.

He had no desire to stay in bed; the triple boost from lizard serum, horse talisman, and chakra had made him incredibly energetic.

It even allowed his body to further integrate with the newly acquired power.

He could feel that his five senses, strength, speed, and even nerve reflexes had all improved slightly compared to yesterday.

The feeling of getting stronger every minute and every second is truly intoxicating.

After changing into looser clothes to make his figure less noticeable, Peter walked out of the room with an air of confidence.

Peter was having breakfast with Uncle Ben and Aunt May, chatting and laughing, but what he was thinking was:

Today's goal is to successfully master the Rasengan and... make the first fortune needed to create the battle suit!

Chapter 14 Low Attack, Low Defense, Red-Warm Lightning

The morning sunlight always brings light and hope.

But for Gwen Stacy, today's sunshine only ignited the burning flame of justice within her.

The evils she witnessed last night, lurking in the dark corners, kept her awake all night.

The father and the New York Police Department alone could not illuminate every inch of the city's shadows.

But now she possesses the power to walk in the darkness.

Gwen glanced at the design drawings on her desk and the half-tested web emitter, and quickly made up her mind.

She picked up her phone and contacted her teacher directly to ask for a day off, citing feeling unwell as the reason.

Immediately afterwards, she found Peter's number, her fingertips dancing lightly across the screen.

Hey Peter, I'm not feeling well today, so I can't go to school with you.

After sending the message, Gwen tossed her phone aside and turned her gaze back to the design drawings, her eyes filled with focus.

Today, she's determined to get the suit and web-shooters sorted out in one go!

only……

ding dong~

The notification sound from her phone made her pause, the screwdriver she had just picked up.

When the word "Peter" appeared on the screen, Gwen's heart inexplicably quickened for a moment.

I should be able to reply to the message when I have a moment... right?

……

On a school bus in Queens.

Peter looked at the message on his phone, his eyebrows lifted slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Are you feeling unwell?

I'm afraid he's just pretending to be uncomfortable; he's probably really busy tinkering with secret equipment!

Thinking of this, he quickly replied with his fingers flying across the keyboard:

【Then you should get some rest. Do you need me to come to your house after school and help you with your homework?】

The message was sent and received a reply almost instantly.

No need! It's just a minor problem, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep! Just focus on your studies and don't get distracted!

The slight panic between the lines almost overflowed the screen.

Peter chuckled softly. This girl really isn't good at lying.

Peter: [Really not? As the perennial top student in our class, my class notes are priceless.]

Gwen: [Come on! It's not like nobody's a genius! My grades aren't much worse than yours! I'm going back to sleep now!]

Looking at the cute emojis mixed in with the message, Peter could almost imagine Gwen's flustered state as she tried to deal with him while busy with her work.

Teasing the little ghost spider is such a delightful thing!

Just as Peter was in a good mood.

An oblivious fellow boarded the school bus.

"Hey, isn't this our 'useless, good-for-nothing little Peter'?"

A voice filled with malice and mockery rang out.

Peter looked up and saw a face that was both incredibly familiar and incredibly repulsive to him.

"Lightning" Thompson.

The star quarterback of Midtown High School is also a leader of school bullying.

Memories of the past flooded my mind.

The suffocating feeling of being locked in a locker, the embarrassment of having my lunch overturned, the shame of being publicly humiliated... all these scenes are still vivid in my mind.

Now that I have power, I naturally want to take revenge for all the grievances I suffered in the past...

On the other side, Lightning noticed that Gwen wasn't with Peter today, which instantly perked him up.

I couldn't bully Peter yesterday, so he felt uncomfortable playing football.

Today we must find even more fault and thoroughly enjoy the thrill of bullying the weak.

Lightning looked down at Peter, his gaze falling on the phone in Peter's hand, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Who are you chatting with? You're laughing so happily. Let me see, are you fantasizing about which girl will fall for you, you bookworm?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lightning's large hand had already reached for Peter's phone!

He has already come up with the next part of the script.

He wanted to snatch Peter's phone and then, in front of everyone on the bus, loudly read out his chat history with the other person, thoroughly enjoying Peter's stupid, helpless expression as he was mocked.

This is his favorite scene, and he feels even more excited than the others!

Upon hearing Lightning's words, some of the other students on the school bus revealed gloating smiles, while others turned their heads away, pretending not to see, for fear of getting into trouble.

In their eyes, the skinny Peter had no chance against Lightning, the star player of the school team.

A one-sided bullying incident seems to be about to unfold.