"Aren't you getting up yet?"

  "Don't fet, the holidays are over. Today's the first day back at school."

  Peter yawned, his head feeling heavy and foggy. It must have been from drinking too mu the st day of the vacation. He zily reached toward the bedside table and grabbed his gsses. His vision shifted from blurry to clear.

  Warm, golden sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the youthful face of the girl standing before him. The light made her shoulder-length blonde hair shine even brighter.

  Although it had been over a decade since he transmigrated into this world, waking up still felt surreal. He never imagined he'd bee Peter Parker. Even more surprising was that, despite visiting Oscorp, he hadn't been bitten by a spider.

  Not that being Spider-Man would have bee anyway. pared to gaining superpowers and the ability to shoot webs, it would have beeer for his family to live a peaceful, healthy life together. After all, tragedy is Spider-Man's destiny. If Uncle Beo die, Aunt May, with her graying hair, would be heartbroken every day.

  Not being Spider-Man actually felt like a stroke of luck to Peter. With his grades, he could easily get into a det uy and nd a good job after graduation. But then he discovered something utterly depressing: in this world, Spider-Man was actually his neighbwen!!

  Did that mean he was destio be sacrificed by the world?? Almost everyone knows that Spider-Man is a tragic superhero—whether it's family or friends, someone always ends up paying the price. And fwen, the Spider-Woman, he was the oio be sacrificed.

  In his mind, he could already picture himself lying in Gwen's arms, gasping his st breath and saying, "Remember, with great power es great responsibility!" Just thinking about it was enough to make him want to scream.

  inally, Peter wao run away, but it seemed useless no matter how far he went. The ws of Stan Lee dictated that those closest to Spider-Man were doomed tic fates. Uhere was some greater force at py, Peter didn't hold out much hope. After all, if there were some kind of cheat system, it would have shown up by nht? It had been over a decade since he arrived in this world.

  As he looked at the blonde girl in front of him and recalled the bd-white figure with a white hood that had appeared in the Daily Bugle a few days ago, Peter's st glimmer of hope vanished. He had been hoping that this world's Spider-Man would be Miles Morales…

  "Aren't you getting up? I remember you used to be so diligent," Gwen said, leaning casually against Peter's desk as if it were her own room.

  I used to be diligent because I didn't think I'd be the one sacrificed…

  There's no point in w hard when you're destio say, "With great power es great responsibility!"

  This iable fate is like being an NPC desigo motivate Spider-Man.

  "Gwen, how did you get into my room?"

  "I let her in," came the warm, kindly voice of Aunt May from the doorway. She was holding a cup of hot milk, clearly prepared for Peter.

  Uncle Ben and Aunt May truly treated Peter as their own child. Even though their financial situation wasn't great, they always made sure Peter had the best of everything. Their life, though modest, py one. Because Peter sistently earraight A's, Uncle Ben often bragged about him to his colleagues and friends.

  After getting dressed, Peter walked downstairs to find Aunt May had already prepared breakfast. The TV ying the m neale-skinned news anchor recited her script with a bnk expression.

  "Breaking news: Stark Industries and Wayerprises have announced a new partnership. The two met in Gotham City, and the colboratioweewo giants is expected t new job opportuo the area."

  Peter took a sip of milk, unfazed by the news. Wayerprises… Stark Industries… One was the leadierprise in Gotham, the other a super-tech ons pany. Two panies from entirely different worlds were now colborating. What kind of world had he ended up in?

  Although he had long accepted this reality, Peter couldn't help but pin. Uncle Ben's broad haed on his shoulder.

  "Peter, Gorried you'd be te, so she came over early on your first day of senior year to wake you up. You're not a little boy anymore; it's time to show some gentleman."

  Gwen, with her golden hair and pretty face, smiled faintly. Uncle Ben's words made her feel appreciated, and she was indeed hoping for some praise from Peter.

  Peter, feeling utterly defeated, took a bite of his bnd breakfast and muttered gloomily, "Actually, I set an arm st night…"

  Aunt May handed a cup of hot milk to Gwen. She had always liked the girl door. Uncle Ben and Gwen's father, Gee Stacy, had known each other for a long time. Later, by ce, they became friends. Having been neighbors for over twenty years, Gee had risen from a senior detective to the current issioner of the NYPD. The two families had always maintained a friendly retionship, visiting each other's homes almost every two weeks.

  Gwen had practically grown up in front of Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Simirly, Gee thought highly of Peter and had even suggested he attend the police academy. But Peter had no such ambitions. In any world, being a police officer was a high-risk professio alone in a world where superheroes and supervilins ran rampant—a fusion of Dd Marvel universes.