Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 210 A Different Peter

Chen Yuan stared at the pile of powder for three seconds.

Then he sighed.

He accepted his fate.

Peter Parker was bitten by a spider and became Spider-Man.

He was bitten by a spider, which enhanced his three-dimensional attributes.

It's better than nothing, right?

At least now he's stronger, his mind is sharper, and his body is stronger.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Chen Yuan turned the cup over and poured the powder into the trash can.

Then I quickly washed up, changed my clothes, and went downstairs.

There was an ordinary mountain bike parked downstairs. It was black, the chain was a bit rusty, and the tires were not very inflated. He bought it for fifty yuan at the second-hand market.

He got on his bike, pedaled, and rode towards the school.

New York mornings are lively.

The traffic on the street resembled a slow-moving, inching dragon, with horns blaring incessantly.

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Street vendors were selling hot dogs and coffee, the aroma mingling with car exhaust fumes.

A white-collar worker in a suit hurried by, holding a coffee cup in his hand, with a sleepy expression on his face.

As Chen Yuan approached the school gate, he saw a familiar figure.

Peter Parker.

His walking posture has changed.

He used to always keep his head down and shoulders hunched, like a turtle ready to retreat into its shell at any moment.

Now his back is very straight, his steps are light, and he exudes an inexplicable confidence.

He wasn't wearing his glasses either.

Peter looked exceptionally confident today.

Chen Yuan pushed off with his foot, and the mountain bike slid to Peter's side.

"Hey Peter, did you win the lottery?"

He made a lighthearted joke.

Peter followed the voice and recognized Chen Yuan, then gave a shy smile.

Good morning, Chen.

"You haven't mutated, have you?"

Chen Yuan looked at Peter, who wasn't wearing his glasses, and his gaze swept over Peter's face before he said something meaningful.

"I was bitten by something, which strengthened my physique, and I don't even need to wear glasses anymore."

Peter's heart skipped a beat, as if someone had bumped into his chest.

His smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned.

"I wore contact lenses today."

He gave a dry laugh, his voice sounding strained.

"Yeah?"

Chen Yuan looked at him with suspicion, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"Yes."

Peter gave a dry reply of two words, then quickly changed the subject.

"Class is about to start, let's go inside quickly."

He quickened his pace, almost jogging, towards the school gate.

He certainly dared not let Chen Yuan know about the strange changes that had occurred in his body.

To this day, he still doesn't know what's going on.

Is it a mutation? Or a superpower?

He knows nothing.

All I know is that my body has changed; it's become stronger, faster, and better than before.

But he dared not tell anyone.

Who knows if this is a good thing or a bad thing?

Lunchtime.

School cafeteria.

The air was filled with the smells of ketchup, French fries, and cheap pizza.

Hundreds of students huddled together, chattering away, the sound of spoons clattering against plates filling the air.

Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting slanted patches of light across the dining table.

Peter carried his tray out of the food area and found a seat.

Just then.

Mary Jane walked past him carrying a tray, her high heels slipping on the wet floor.

"Ah!" she gasped, leaning back as the food on her plate flew into the air—ketchup, fries, hamburger, cola—spinning in slow motion.

Time seemed to slow down.

Peter's pupils dilated suddenly.

He could see the look of terror on Mary Jane's face, see her red hair floating in the air, and see the arcs the food traced in the air.

His body reacted before his brain did.

He took a step forward, catching Mary Jane firmly around the waist with one hand, and holding the plate in the other, then...

Catch the hamburger that flies in.

Catch the overturned Coke cup.

He caught the scattered fries one by one.

He blocked the splash of ketchup with his plate, and the sauce splattered onto the plate without a single drop falling to the ground.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Mary Jane stared wide-eyed at the face so close to hers.

No glasses.

Lean but strong, with a gleam in his blue eyes.

"you..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"How did you do that?"

Peter then realized what he had done.

His face flushed red instantly, and he released his grip on Mary Jane, taking a step back.

"I...I..."

He stammered, unable to speak.

Mary Jane smiled, took the plate from him, and left.

Peter sat down, looking dejected.

Just then, he felt something surging in his wrist.

He looked down and saw a white, thread-like substance shoot out from his wrist, sticking to a leftover plate on the opposite table.

The thread was thin and white, yet as strong as steel wire. The plate was steadily pulled over and flipped once in the air.

Then it hit Fisher, who was having lunch.

"Bang!"

The plate landed squarely on Fish's head, leftover food dripping down his hair, ketchup smeared on his face, fries hanging from his ears, and cola soaking his shirt.

Fisher was stunned.

The cafeteria staff were also stunned.

"Pfft, someone couldn't help but burst out laughing."

Fish's face flushed instantly, reddening from his forehead all the way down to his neck.

He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and the chair tipped backward, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

His mouth opened and closed, veins bulging, his expression ferocious, but no sound came out.

The scene became even more comical.

Fisher was clearly aware of this as well.

His face went from flushed red to a deep purple, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He limped after Peter.

His right foot was still wrapped in bandages; the kick Chen Yuan had given him hadn't fully healed yet.

He limped along, his posture was extremely comical, like a lame duck.

Peter looked at him, a look of pity on his face.

"Fisch, your foot isn't healed yet, so let's not fight, shall we?"

His tone was sincere, even carrying a hint of concern.

Fisher's expression grew even angrier.

His mouth began to open and close, silently roaring something.

Judging from his lip movements, he was probably saying something like "Stop right there" and "I'm going to kill you."

Peter: ? ?

"Fisch, why aren't you saying anything?"

One of Fish's henchmen rushed over from the side, grabbed Fish's arm, and dragged him back.

Fisher struggled a few times but couldn't break free and was dragged away.

The three people disappeared at the entrance of the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was quiet for a few seconds.

Then a wave of discussion arose.

"Why isn't Fisher saying anything?"

"Don't you know? He lost his voice a few days ago."

"Not just him, but his two henchmen too."

"Really?"

"Really! I heard it's some kind of strange illness, and the hospital can't find the cause."

"Is that so?"

"So now he can only kill with his eyes."

"Pfft. The crowd whispered among themselves. Some were gloating, some were skeptical, and some were gossiping and sharing the inside information they knew with the people next to them."

Hearing their words, Peter suddenly remembered someone.

Chen Yuan.

Yesterday in the exhibition hall, he stood next to himself.

This morning at the school gate, he said to me, "You haven't mutated, have you?"

Could it be related to Fish's inability to speak?

Peter shook the idea out of his head.

impossible.

How is that possible?

He's not God, how can he shut people up?

But Peter had a vague feeling about it.

He turned and ran out of the cafeteria.