3-Spider-Man is Dead!

*…….* =thought

“…….” =dialogue

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I'm looking at the system windows in front of me with a big smile on my face. I don't know who Kratos is, but he must be powerful; after all, his title is the God of War.

"How can I advance this template?" I asked myself. I don't have an answer right now, but I guess I'll level up by fighting.

After inspecting the first system window, I move on to the second. This system window is related to the tattoos on my arms. With just a thought, I can turn the tattoos on my arms into Blades of Chaos.

I don't know how much my physical strength has increased or how powerful my weapons are. In my spare time, I should probably beat up a few thugs.

"Derek, why are you shouting at this hour?"

I heard an immature shout from outside my room, a girl's voice. When I heard her voice, a smile involuntarily appeared on my face.

I couldn't save my sister in my past life, but in this life, I won't let her die.

I grab my phone from the table and look at the large mirror next to the wardrobe.

In my past life, I had black hair, an average face with a big nose. In this life, it seems I don't have hair. I'm about 185 centimeters tall, with a scar above my left eye. My eyes are as dark as black, and my body is unusually large and muscular. I have a dark complexion, and with the tattoos on my arms, I look like a mafia leader.

Actually, I'm quite surprised that I don't have hair. My father wasn't bald, and according to what my father said, my mother wasn't either.

"Derek, I'm hungry!"

"I'm coming!"

I walked to the door and opened it. A girl was standing in front of my room's door. Her hair was blonde, reaching down to her shoulders, her eyes were blue and sparkling, she had a small nose, and large eyes. Unlike me, her skin was fair.

Gwen looked at the tattoos on my arms and asked, "Did you get a tattoo?"

"Yes," I said and went into the kitchen.

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When she heard this, her face fell, and she went to wake up my father. My father's sleep was very deep, and Gwen struggled to wake him up.

Once my father got up, I had already set the table. While my father and I were eating, we made fun of Gwen and had a good time. Gwen clearly didn't like it, but my father and I didn't care.

After eating, my father put on his police uniform and left the house. Gwen had another week of vacation, so she sat down to watch TV.

Gwen was a fan of Spider-Man and loved him a lot; she always wanted to be like him.

I went and sat next to her. The news showed a large warehouse explosion in Brooklyn. When I saw this news, I felt a sense of unease.

We watched TV for about an hour, then I went back to my room and closed the door. I start doing push-ups, and for half an hour, I keep doing them without feeling any fatigue.

I got up from the floor and took a 60-centimeter long iron pipe from beside my bed. I don't know why there's an iron pipe in my room. It has always been there since I started living in this room.

I try to bend the iron pipe by holding it at both ends. After some effort, it slowly starts to bend. I use all my strength and manage to fold the iron pipe in half.

"My physical strength is way beyond that of a normal person," I mutter to myself and go to the kitchen to get a knife.

I return to my room and sit on my chair. Another thing I can measure within the house is my healing speed.

I press the knife into the palm of my hand and try to make a cut, but it's harder than I thought. I use a bit more force, and the knife cuts about two centimeters into my skin.

*I guess regular people will have a hard time stabbing me,* I thought, pulling out the knife and causing my palm to bleed. The small wound completely healed in three seconds.

I smiled when I saw this. No matter how strong I was in my past life, I could never bend an iron pipe.

This universe is indeed dangerous, but it seems I will be very dangerous in the future as well.

While I was thinking about these, I heard Gwen crying. My senses had been enhanced along with my physical strength. I could easily hear even the faintest crying sound.

I quickly left the room and walked towards Gwen. I was about to ask her why she was crying when I saw the news on TV.

The news read as follows:

"Spider-Man, real name Peter Parker, has died."

According to the news, Spider-Man had lost his life in the large warehouse explosion.

Spider-Man had been protecting this city for years, and the people loved him. Many, like Gwen, were his fans.

I hugged Gwen, and she hugged me back, crying uncontrollably.

"Why?" Gwen asked.

For Gwen, Spider-Man seemed immortal. He was powerful and seemingly invincible.

I looked at Gwen and said, "With great power comes great responsibility."

In reality, it was quite absurd for me to say this. In my past life, I never used my power to help people, and I never regretted it.

After crying for ten minutes, Gwen fell asleep. I picked her up, took her to her room, and put her in bed.

The city's hero had died, so the gangs would be more active. In fact, this was an opportunity for me. I needed punching bags to measure my power.

Just as I was thinking about this, a system window opened in front of me. When I read the system window, a smile appeared on my face.

"It seems the gangs won't leave me alone in this life either," I said.

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explanation: The city's hero is dead, and the streets are now unprotected! This is a good opportunity for you.

mission objective: Form a gang or take over.

Completion Award:

➺Another arrival point.

➺A rare level random item.

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