章 3: Chapter 02

After brushing my teeth, I head to the shower, spending fifteen minutes under the water. Once I'm done, I slip into my pajamas and use a towel to dry my hair. Sitting on my bed, I close my eyes, contemplating the future.

When I reopen them, I notice a mysterious black box on my table. Did it appear while I was away? Could it be a gift from Uncle Ben?

Carefully taking the box from the table, I place it on the bed before cautiously opening it.

Inside the black box, I find a metal cube and an injection filled with mysterious green liquid.

Alongside the metal cube and green liquid injection, I discover a sealed letter ✉️ inside the box.

Unfolding the letter ✉️, I begin to read its contents.

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Hey yo peter,

Peter Parker, or should I call you *****************, perhaps you wish to leave your past behind. But fret not, I won't dwell on that matter.

Indeed, you might be wondering why you find yourself in this universe.

Firstly, you may have noticed that you inhabit the body of Peter Parker. Yes, you're correct – Peter Parker, the one and only Spider-Man.

Hold your excitement if you think you'll be stepping into Spider-Man's shoes, for it was Gwen Stacy destined to wield the spider power.

In this universe, Marvel Earth-65 or one of its versions, you've likely realized that your fate involves perishing so someone else can emerge as the hero.

Fear not, for I am here. I've already devised a solution. You don't need to praise me, but I've bestowed upon you two gifts.

I've presented you with an injection filled with supernatural powers, granting you the abilities you've always desired.

The second gift is Meta Luck, which will unlock after you inject the serum.

You might be wondering why I'm offering this. Simply put, I'm bored and looking for some entertainment. Consider this one of my inventions, and I'll be observing you like a 5th-dimensional imp, hoping to alleviate my boredom through your adventures.

When you inject the serum, be prepared for a painful process—you'll likely scream a lot. I advise against attempting it at home unless you're willing to learn about the serum from others.

And, as a surprise gift, once you complete the serum process, there's something special waiting for you.

Your Friendly Neighborhood

Random Overpowered Inventor

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Indeed, this Marvel What If scenario holds great potential for a compelling story—what if Peter Parker survives or receives help from others?

With the desire for survival, you don the jacket with a hoodie and pants 👖. You carefully stow the injection and cube into your pants pocket. The journey awaits.

Swiftly, I open the window and descend the tree branch beside it, ensuring a hasty departure before my uncle and aunt catch on.

In search of a discreet refuge, I navigate to a location where my presence won't attract attention, keen on avoiding exposure.

Contemplating options, I consider an abandoned garage or factory as a potential refuge—somewhere discreet to avoid unwanted attention.

With my head concealed by the hoodie, I blend into the surroundings, making it difficult for anyone, including the police, to recognize me.

As I search for an abandoned garage or factory, I encounter a diverse array of people—pimps, prostitutes, police pursuits, teenagers experimenting with drugs, and more. The hidden underbelly of the city reveals itself.

After two hours of exploration, I stumble upon a soon-to-be-demolished hospital set for destruction within a month. Venturing inside, I make my way underground, eager to continue my search.

I illuminate the surroundings with my torchlight, and with determined resolve, I retrieve the injection and metallic cube.

Holding the injection in my left hand, I administer it into my right elbow. The transformative process begins.

As I ponder the situation, a sudden sensation grips me, and before I can identify it, a scream escapes my lips, leaving me bewildered by the unexpected turn of events.

"Ah? …!? Guaaaaaa!!!" His entire body is engulfed in intense pain, a sensation akin to being eroded from the inside. The agony relentlessly amplifies as time ticks away.

"Guaaaaaa! What, What's this…. Guuuuuu!"

Unrelenting agony consumes Peter, causing him to thrash on the ground. The severity of the pain eclipses even the lingering phantom pain.

"Ahhhh!! Why is it… not working, ahhhhhh!"

Peter's body convulses in sync with the excruciating pain. Ba-thump, Ba-thump, his entire being pulsates, emitting audible popping sounds throughout.

In the very next instant, the healing effect within his body activates, curing the abnormality. After each recovery, another wave of intense pain follows, only to be healed once more.

The healing effects prove astounding, yet their tremendous abilities seem ineffective against the ongoing ordeal.

Peter writhes on the ground, screams echoing as he repeatedly hits his head against the wall. With no respite in sight, the taste of hell persists. Despite thoughts of wishing for an end, no one is around to fulfill it, leaving him no choice but to endure the relentless torment.

Transformations ripple through Peter's form. Initially, his hair loses color under the strain, shifting rapidly from his characteristic brown to a deep black. Following that, his muscles and skeleton bulk up, accompanied by thin reddish-black lines manifesting within his body, marking the profound changes taking place.

Peter's body undergoes a phenomenon known as super-compensation. Mirroring the process observed in muscle training, his torn muscles and recovered state result in slight hypertrophy. Likewise, the recovery of broken bones manifests an increase in strength. The strange occurrence aligns with the principles of this peculiar phenomenon.

Without the aid of healing, Peter's body might have succumbed to collapse and death. However, the restorative power prevents such a dire outcome. Instantaneous repair of destroyed parts allows his body to strengthen at an astonishing rate, thwarting the risk of collapse.

In a relentless cycle of destruction and recovery, Peter's body pulsates through a metamorphosis akin to reincarnation. Shedding his fragile human form, he undergoes a rebirth. Upon completion, Peter's cry echoes, resembling that of a newborn.

The overwhelming pain renders Peter unconscious, and as a protective measure, the Mother Box envelops his body like an insect cocoon.