Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

"Have you heard? That guy Lightning..."

"That's absolutely despicable! That guy's existence is a disgrace to Midtown High School!"

With the spontaneous promotion by the students on the school bus, Lightning's "despicable" reputation spread like wildfire throughout the entire school.

During lunchtime, the cafeteria was filled with discussions about lightning.

Lightning these days is like mud falling into your crotch—it's not shit, but it's shit!

Listening to the whispers of his classmates around him, Peter finished his last bite of lunch with satisfaction and then quietly left the cafeteria.

This complete social death was the ending he had meticulously prepared for Lightning.

Because he couldn't reveal his true identity, he couldn't kill Lightning directly.

But he can use this method to make the other party lose everything they once had.

This is also his standard for conduct in this second life.

I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they offend me, I will retaliate tenfold.

……

School sports equipment room.

This place is secluded and rarely visited, so there's no need to worry about being overheard.

There's no need to worry about being detected by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s satellite surveillance; it's the perfect place for him to practice his Rasengan.

Just as Peter had envisioned.

Simply set the chakra injected when using the Rasengan to a mathematical model, and training the Rasengan will be much more efficient.

There was no need for water balloons, balloons, or rubber balls; Peter simply tried to roll the balls normally and repeatedly drew and wrote on draft paper to control the variables.

He worked for only a short lunch break, and a rapidly spinning blue orb of light appeared in his hand.

Looking at the blue orb in his hand, Peter hesitated for a moment before imprinting it onto the floor of the equipment room.

With a deafening roar, a crater more than two meters in diameter and more than half a meter deep was blasted into the solid floor of the equipment room.

After restoring the pit to its original state using the Horse Charm, Peter nodded in satisfaction.

Rasengan, done!

Moreover, its power far exceeds Peter's imagination. The power of the Rasengan, combined with his already immense strength, means that probably no supervillain in the Spider-Man universe could withstand a direct hit from it.

Even Iron Man's suit would likely suffer localized damage if hit by a single pellet.

"With the Rasengan, I'm temporarily free of any weaknesses in terms of destructive power, and I'm even more confident about double-crossing him tonight."

……

As night fell, Peter, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, made an excuse to go to Gwen's house to tutor her and left without any trouble.

After leaving the house, Peter quickly turned into the alley, pulled up his hood, and covered himself completely with a mask and sunglasses.

Unfortunately, due to limited funds, he can only cosplay as a bank robber for now...

After disguising himself, Peter moved like a ghost through the shadows of skyscrapers and soon arrived at Hell's Kitchen, a famous neighborhood in Manhattan.

Slow down and focus on listening to your surroundings.

Peter soon heard something interesting while passing by a repair shop.

"Listen up, men! Tonight's shipment is very important; Mr. Kingpin managed to get it from Madam Gosling with great difficulty!"

A hoarse, rough voice clearly reached Peter's ears.

"If we pull off this job well, each of us will get at least this much!"

"The location is Pier 9 in Brooklyn, and the time is in half an hour. The other side is a group of Russians. Remember to bring all your gear, or they might double-cross you!"

Kingpin? Lady Gosling?

Upon hearing those two names, Peter abruptly stopped, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Wilson Fisk appears to be a successful businessman in the Big Apple, but in reality, he is the "King of the Underworld" who controls the entire New York underworld.

Madam Gao, on the other hand, is a high-ranking member of the Hand and a notorious drug lord in Hell's Kitchen.

Unexpectedly, on my first time "hunting in the wild," I encountered the big boss's business.

This is really...fantastic!

After all, the more famous a person is, the easier it is for Peter to obtain items that can be sacrificed from them!

With that thought in mind, he couldn't help but smile.

I choose you! Fatty Kim!

……

Pier 9, Brooklyn.

This place has been abandoned for many years. The sea breeze carries the salty smell of rust and seawater, and the dim streetlights cast menacing shadows of the surrounding shipping containers.

A dozen or so gang members, with weapons tucked into their waistbands, strolled around, smoking and chatting, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily.

Before long, the roar of a car engine could be heard in the distance.

Three black cars drove into the dock, the doors opened, and a group of burly Russians jumped out.

The leader, a man with a mohawk, asked in heavily accented English:

"Where are the Fisks? Why don't they come to see me in person!"

"Our boss is extremely busy; he doesn't need to personally handle such a trivial matter."

On Kingpin's side, a scarred-faced man stepped forward and answered with a forced smile.

Scarface then snapped his fingers, and his henchmen opened a briefcase containing packages wrapped in duct tape.

Upon noticing the packages, the mohawk-haired leader among the Russians' eyes lit up.

He immediately ordered his men to unload two heavy metal suitcases from the car.

The box was opened, and inside were neatly stacked stacks of brand-new US dollars.

Just as both parties had inspected the goods and were about to exchange money for goods.

"Whoosh!"

A barely perceptible whooshing sound rang out.

The next second, a burly man standing on the outermost edge didn't even have time to utter a sound before his neck tilted to the side and he fell straight down.

A small pebble appeared between his eyebrows.

"There's a sniper!"

Scarface reacted extremely quickly, letting out a roar and drawing his pistol. He rolled on the spot and hid behind a car, the dark muzzle of his gun pointed directly at the group of Russians.

The group of Russians were stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage.

The local gangs are so rude, they actually tried to frame someone!

"Stop them!" the mohawk-haired man roared, and his henchmen immediately drew their guns and engaged in a passionate exchange of fire with the gang members.

The man with the mohawk, carrying the money box, seized the opportunity to rush towards a black sedan.

However, just as he was about to open the car door...

Suddenly, a figure dressed in all black appeared from behind the shipping container not far away and pounced on the container like a cheetah hunting its prey.

The mohawk-haired man was a seasoned veteran. The moment he heard the noise, he pulled the trigger without thinking, intending to empty the magazine completely!

However, he had only fired two shots when he felt a dark shadow rapidly approaching.

boom!

Mohawk felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision, and his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.

Pfft~

At the same time, a glaring red and white substance splattered on the car window, nearly scaring the driver inside to death on the spot!

Good heavens! What did he just see?

The Russian strongman, who weighed over 200 pounds, had his head smashed by a single punch from the masked man who looked well-proportioned and slender.