Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

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With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the previously arrogant black robber's neck snapped to the side, and he fell lifeless.

Peter glanced back and found that the white woman who had been robbed was long gone.

Alas, people's hearts have changed!

After making this comment, he looked down at the already dead black robber.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a lighter from the other person's pocket and set the other person's clothes on fire.

Because it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, he wasn't wearing any protective gear or anything like that, and he had already left his fingerprints on the other person.

He certainly didn't want to get into trouble because of this flaw.

I didn't want Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei to worry about this kind of thing.

Peter remained remarkably calm as he watched the corpse quickly burst into flames.

There was no panic or nausea related to killing someone for the first time.

What kind of good person is an armed robber who pulls the trigger on himself without hesitation?

Killing them outright would simply be acting on behalf of Heaven!

Peter isn't like those pajama babies in other parallel universes who adhere to the principle of not killing.

As a citizen of the Celestial Empire, he deeply understood the principles that "wildfire cannot burn it all, the spring breeze will bring it back to life" and "be merciful to the enemy is cruel to oneself."

Not to mention that this rotten beacon of a nation has no fair and transparent judicial system at all!

In the original Spider-Man story, Peter Parker and his friends always showed mercy, but what was the result?

Which of those supervillains has ever truly repented?

He was arrested time and time again, bailed out by wealthy people or escaped from prison time and time again, causing trouble for his predecessor.

It even caused misery to everyone connected to him, including Aunt May, Gwen, and Mary Jane.

Peter admires Spider-Man's sense of justice and courage, but that doesn't mean he agrees with the concept of not killing.

Rather than becoming a superhero standing in the sunlight, he would rather be an anti-hero like Venom or Ancestor!

There's an old saying that goes, "Forgiving sinners is God's job, and what He does is send these people to meet God!"

……

After taking one last look at the corpse on the ground, Peter turned and strode away, while simultaneously reviewing his shortcomings in this brief battle.

First, the preparations were insufficient. To ensure that one's public identity remains unaffected, it is essential to perform proper disguise.

One must not allow either the police or the villains to easily identify oneself.

Secondly, there is a lack of combat experience.

The "battle" just now made Peter realize that having power and knowing how to use power are two completely different things!

Even though his physical abilities completely overwhelmed his opponent, he almost got taken down by a peanut!

If this gets out, it will be a disgrace to the superhero world!

I must quickly improve my combat experience to prevent similar situations from happening again.

He needs systematic, efficient fighting techniques that can maximize his physical advantages!

Then there's the lack of equipment.

Even the greatest kung fu master is afraid of a kitchen knife.

Although his physical abilities are now far beyond those of ordinary people, he still cannot achieve immortality.

Ordinary bullets might not kill him, but what about Barrett? What about mortars? What about the energy weapons possessed by those aliens?

We must find a suitable weapon to deal with these things.

For example, Captain America's vibranium shield, Wolverine's adamantium skeleton, Thor's hammer, Black Panther's suit, and Iron Man's suit!

Fortunately, there are solutions to these shortcomings.

Peter's consciousness sank into his mind, looking at the virtual panel that only he could see.

[Sacrifice Points: 3000]

Now, it's time to put them to use.

……

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of Midtown High School.

A slender figure landed as lightly as a nimble white cat, without making a sound.

Gwen took off her hood, revealing her pretty face filled with confusion and unease.

She looked around; the empty rooftop appeared exceptionally tranquil under the moonlight, with nothing but the sound of the wind.

The feeling that made her heart pound, as if she were about to lose something important, inexplicably disappeared just as she was about to arrive here.

The spider senses then fell silent.

"How could this happen?"

Gwen muttered to herself, feeling like a fool who had been played.

She searched the entire campus, carefully examining every corner, even lying on the ground, trying to find any clues.

But the result was fruitless; there were no signs of a struggle, not even a single extra footprint.

I can't figure it out, I just can't understand it.

Gwen sat dejectedly on the edge of the rooftop, her long legs dangling in the air. The evening breeze ruffled her golden hair, making her look somewhat lonely.

She sat there for an unknown amount of time, until even the security guards under the night sky started yawning, before finally letting out a helpless sigh and deciding to go home.

Perhaps my control over this new power is still too poor, which is why my senses are not working properly?

That's the only explanation we can offer for now.

Filled with doubt, Gwen put her hood up again and nimbly leaped and darted between the buildings as she ran towards home.

This time, however, without the spider-sense alarm, Gwen focused more on the night view of the Big Apple.

Her intention was to enjoy the New York night view, which she had never specifically appreciated before.

But when she focused her attention on the steel jungle beneath her, what she truly saw was omnipresent evil.

In less than ten minutes, from Midtown High School to her home, she prevented at least six robberies and indecent assaults!

This experience unconsciously reminded Gwen of her father, George Stacy.

She used to feel that her father didn't care about her enough.

But it wasn't until today that she truly realized what her father was facing.

He was using his own flesh and blood to protect the peace of this city.

And now, he possesses power far exceeding that of ordinary people...

A thought began to grow uncontrollably in her mind.

I can do more!

I must do more!

After swiftly and cleanly knocking out the criminals with malicious intentions, Gwen quietly pushed open the window and returned to her bedroom.

After a long silence, she walked to her desk, turned on the lamp, and spread out a sheet of white paper.

He picked up a colored pencil and started sketching. Before long, several heroic figures wearing white hoods and with slender and agile figures appeared on the paper.

Beside these design drawings, there are also design drawings of complex and precise mechanical devices being sketched out.

Today's experience made her feel that she was still missing something.

Now that they've inherited the spider's abilities, how can they not weave webs?

So she began to design a device that could emit high-strength spider silk, based on the characteristics of spiders.

The countdown to the birth of the Ghost Spider has begun.

Peter could never have imagined that his act of self-rescue, which had already changed his own destiny, would inadvertently lead Gwen down that almost predestined path of heroism...