Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

It's 10:30 p.m.

This timeframe, while not exactly early for a high school student, is just right at a point that won't cause excessive worry for their elders.

Peter pushed open the door to his house, and there was not a trace of gunpowder or blood on him.

The power of the horse talisman had already erased all traces, even his hoodie, which had become tattered in the fierce battle, was restored to its "factory condition," as clean as if the tags had just been removed.

As for the two boxes of US dollars and Daredevil's complete set of equipment, he had already slipped them into his bedroom through the window beforehand...

"Peter, you're back."

In the living room, Aunt May and Uncle Ben were sitting on the sofa watching TV. When they saw Peter return, they both smiled warmly.

"Yes, sorry I'm late."

Peter, without batting an eye, lied and shifted all the blame for coming home late onto Gwen:

"Today's lesson was actually quite simple, but for some reason, even after I explained it many times, Gwen kept saying there were still parts she didn't understand..."

Sure enough, upon hearing his "innocent" explanation, Uncle Ben and Aunt May's attention were instantly drawn to him:

"It's not too late, it's not too late. Gwen is just trying to catch up with her studies."

"Peter, you have to understand her. You need to be more gentlemanly and patient with girls."

The elderly couple patiently taught Peter, exchanging glances along the way, each revealing a hint of helplessness in the other's eyes.

I wonder when my silly nephew will finally come to his senses...

After fooling Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Peter quietly returned to his room and immediately opened the two suitcases.

The fragrance of ink, mixed with the decadent scent unique to money, permeated the air.

After a quick inventory, a precise number came to mind.

Four million US dollars.

For him at this stage, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Although it cannot be deposited in the bank, it is a shady business.

However, using the money in smaller amounts to purchase some precision instruments, acquire necessary equipment and props, or even quietly improve the family's living conditions is more than enough.

After taking out a stack of US dollars and pulling out a dozen or so bills to put in his wallet, Peter stuffed the two suitcases under the bed and then turned his attention to Daredevil's suit.

He reached out and grabbed Daredevil's short stick. The moment he held it, a system notification appeared in his mind:

[Detectable blue item for sacrifice: Daredevil's Multi-Function Short Stick]

Daredevil's signature weapon, crafted from aerospace-grade aluminum alloy, contains a high-strength cable. Daredevil has used it to defeat numerous formidable enemies, and this short stick has witnessed his journey from a rookie to Kingpin's most formidable adversary.

[Sacrifice will earn you 1000 points. Want to sacrifice?]

"Only blue quality?"

Peter's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He felt the system hadn't given him enough.

But then he thought about it again and felt relieved.

According to the information he has gathered since his time travel, Daredevil has only been in the industry for a year or two and is far from reaching his future peak.

The short stick itself is not made of rare metals such as vibranium or adamantium, so its value is indeed limited.

Furthermore, in the original comics, Daredevil's weapon has undergone several iterations and upgrades, unlike Captain America's shield which has remained unchanged throughout.

The fact that this transitional gear was rated 1000 points is already thanks to Daredevil himself.

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat, no matter how small.

With this in mind, Peter still chose to sacrifice himself.

After all, with his current genius and four million dollars, he could easily manufacture similar equipment at any time.

However, blue items worth 1,000 sacrifice points are not something you can encounter all the time.

Current sacrifice value: 3000

After glancing at his system balance with satisfaction, Peter's gaze finally settled on the dark red bodysuit.

Because the sacrifice of related items for the same character has a cooldown period of up to half a year, this set of armor did not receive any sacrifice value notifications.

(The Spider Corpse belongs to Spider-Man, and the Decay Rate draft belongs to Peter's parents, so it doesn't count as a conflict of fact.)

As my fingertips gently glide over this suit, I feel its firmness and elasticity.

This is a special material mainly composed of Kevlar fibers, which not only has top-notch wear resistance and puncture resistance, but also takes into account breathability and flexibility.

For Peter at this moment, this was simply the ideal material for the first-generation suit.

"Kevlar fiber..."

Looking at the more than a thousand dollars in his wallet, Peter didn't hesitate. He pulled up his hood, opened the window, and jumped from the second floor, heading straight for a nearby industrial supplies store.

A short while later, Peter returned carrying a large shopping bag.

It contained rolls of finished Kevlar fabric, a tactical belt, and a pair of black Doc Martens.

With all the materials for making the combat suit ready, Peter immediately got to work.

During a break, Peter turned on his computer and checked out local New York online forums.

Soon after, a post was discovered that had been pushed to the top of the trending list:

[A masked female heroine was spotted performing a heroic act late at night in Queens!]

A photo was attached to the post.

The photo has very low resolution, was taken from an awkward angle, and is blurry; it was clearly taken by an ordinary citizen in a panic using their mobile phone.

Although the photo was blurry, Peter immediately recognized the iconic battle suit in it.

That iconic black and white bodysuit, and... those ridiculously bright green ballet flats.

It's Gwen's Ghost Spider set!

Looking at the blurry photo, Peter couldn't help but smile slightly, a smile that was both amused and appreciative.

Gwen moved even faster than he had imagined.

They managed to complete the entire set of equipment, including the web-shooter, in just one day.

"Since that's the case, then I can't slack off!"

With this thought in mind, Peter quickened his movements slightly.

When the morning sunlight streamed through the window into the bedroom, Peter's battle suit was finally complete.

Peter's initial idea was that the suit should be mainly black and gold, but because some materials were taken from Daredevil's suit, the original black and gold suit had to be changed to black and red.

After trying on the outfit, I found that the fit was just right, and it was very supportive. More importantly... it was much more stylish than Gwen's ballet costume!

After stuffing his battle suit into his schoolbag for emergencies, Peter ate breakfast and, as usual, boarded the school bus.

Gwen didn't take a day off today, but she still looked sullen as she sat in her seat, carrying a classic copy of the Daily Bugle.

Peter, who plopped down next to Gwen, glanced at the newspaper instinctively and almost burst out laughing.

The headline on the front page of the Daily Bugle today was—

Shocking! A bloody dogfight erupts at Pier 9! Dozens of gang members die a gruesome death on the pier!