Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

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 spider silk transmitter, 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 the web-launching device 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 picture Gwen's flustered state as she juggled her work with dealing with him.

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 this bookworm again?"

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.

But next second.

Lightning's smile froze on his face.

Before he could even snatch Peter's phone, a hand gripped his wrist like an iron clamp, preventing him from moving an inch further!

Lightning was stunned.

He looked down in surprise.

Peter didn't even look up; he was simply texting with one hand while casually gripping Peter's wrist with his other hand.

Only after pressing the send button did he put away his phone and look at Lightning with a cat-and-mouse gaze.

That nonchalant attitude instantly enraged the lightning.

He glanced at the classmates watching the commotion around him and felt as if they were all laughing at him.

"you……"

Lightning Thompson's face flushed red instantly, and he used all his strength to try to pull his hand back.

However, the force emanating from Peter's hand was astonishing.

No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to pull his hand free.

How is this possible?!

Lightning's mind went blank.

Is this still the same "useless brat" who was bullied at will and didn't even dare to breathe loudly?

When did he acquire such strength?

"Did your mother never tell you that it's wrong to take other people's things without permission? Or is it...?"

Peter finally slowly raised his head, his gaze calm, but his words were full of aggression:

"You don't even have a mother?"

It is well known that the ways to swear in English are limited and direct, consisting of nothing more than "motherfucker," "three bitches," and a few other racist slang terms.

Therefore, when Peter greeted Lightning's mother in Chinese, Lightning was stunned for a moment before realizing that Peter was insulting him for not having a mother.

Then, he completely broke down.

The white-skinned pig's unique low attack and low defense characteristics are...

"Fuck you! You're asking for it!"

Enraged, Lightning completely lost his mind.

With his other free hand clenched into a fist, he slammed it down hard towards Peter's face with a whooshing sound!

He used all his strength in that punch!

He wanted to make this arrogant bookworm pay a bloody price for his words!

A murmur of surprise rippled through the carriage.

Some timid girls even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene that was about to unfold.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Sure enough, the next second, a pig-like scream echoed throughout the school bus.

Several girls couldn't help but frown, feeling sorry for the unlucky Peter.

But as they listened, the sympathy on their faces was gradually replaced by astonishment.

That voice doesn't sound like Peter at all; it sounds more like... Lightning?!