I'm Spider-Man in Marvel

The sunset next to the night looked particularly bright. The sunlight filtered through the window, bringing a touch of warmth to the room. A young man lying on the bed was enjoying the baptism of sunlight. He seemed to be half asleep and half awake. status.

He felt something was wrong. After all, urban villages in first-tier cities were not qualified to see the sun. He opened his eyes drowsily and stared at the ceiling blankly.

The passage of time made his state improve somewhat. He yawned and stood up to look around. At this time, he finally discovered something was wrong.

Everything in the room felt strangely strange to him, so he massaged his temples and began to recall what happened yesterday. "It seems like I was drinking at home last night. How did I end up here? Am I still dreaming?"

A series of questions kept coming to his mind, causing him to involuntarily slap his hands on his thighs. The instant pain made him wake up completely.

"Ah, it really hurts. It seems like it's not a dream, so what's going on with me now?" He pushed off the quilt and got out of bed, rubbed his thighs and started walking around the room.

Looking up at the entire room, it is clear that the entire space is not large, but the space is fully utilized, and the light blue wallpaper makes the color of the room more peaceful, making people more relaxed and comfortable.

The items in the room are very complicated, but overall they are arranged relatively neatly. It seems that the owner of the room knows where his things are placed.

The most eye-catching thing was the poster hanging by the window - Einstein's gaze, which made him more sober.

The desk is filled with a variety of learning materials, and looking above are various photography works, including landscapes and figures.

These arrangements led him to deduce that this was a student's room, but this did not bring him much help. Instead of solving the doubts in his heart, he became more and more confused.

He looked around again and began to look for new clues, and this time his eyes lit up. The bedside table on the other side caught his eye. There were rocket models and a photo frame on the cabinet.

Feeling that the truth of the matter was about to be revealed, he couldn't help but quicken his pace and jumped over the bed to pick up the photo frame and look at it carefully.

It looked like a photo of a family of three. The three people in the photo felt unusually familiar to him, but he couldn't pronounce their names. It seemed that his throat was blocked by a foreign object.

Just when he was extremely confused, a voice came from the door. "Peter, is the room ready? Remember to come down for dinner later. Your uncle Ben got a promotion and a salary increase, so he bought a big meal to celebrate."

The sudden question made him not know what to say for a moment. Fortunately, his body could not help but replied: "Okay Aunt Mei. Got it, I'll be down in a minute."

"Peter...Aunt May..." It was as if a switch had been touched in his brain, and fragments of memories were rushing into his head like a tide.

Many unexperienced life fragments began to be crammed into the depths of his brain, just like cramming ducks, and waves of pain came towards him.

He began to feel that a double image had appeared in front of his eyes, and his head hit the floor involuntarily under the pain. He wanted to use this to relieve the severe pain in his head.

Two completely different memories were like two armies, constantly fighting in his mind.On one side are the long and complicated memories of ordinary office workers, and on the other side are the memories of American college students.

Slowly, the two memories began to overlap and merge, making it impossible for him to tell which one was the real him.

The sunlight has gradually shone on his pale face, and his mind is blank at this time, and the three classic questions of life can't help but appear in his mind.

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Peter, who had been pondering for a long time without getting an answer, climbed up from the ground with great difficulty, staggered to the bathroom and washed his face.

The cool water slid over his cheeks, finally relieving the pain in his brain. When he raised his head, he saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Looking at himself in the mirror, he began to feel dazed.

"I am an ordinary office worker... and an American college student... Peter Parker." All kinds of feelings came to my heart for a while, and I didn't know what words to use to describe my feelings at this moment.

After knocking his groggy head, Peter slowly walked back to the room step by step, gradually calming down, and began to sort out the merged memories along with the pictures in his mind.

This familiar yet unfamiliar face is an American college student—Peter Parker, a very common name.

Just like the name, Peter's life during these 18 years was like still water, without any waves, and he lived a normal life like ordinary people.

But an accident made everything change a month ago - Peter was bitten by a spider that fell from the sky at a technology exhibition. The spider's toxin mutated in his body, and he gained spider powers.

At this time, he could clearly feel that his body was full of infinite vitality and vitality, and everything in the world seemed to have opened its door to him again.

Looking at the palms of his hands, he saw that they were covered with dense thorns. At the same time, he felt that he could control these thorns. The thorns disappeared in an instant as soon as he moved his heart. With a little more force, the thorns came out again.

The high degree of myopia he once had also disappeared. He could see the mosquitoes flying by dozens of meters away, and the sound of Aunt Mei's breathing downstairs sounded in his ears.

But when he saw a light blue schoolbag at the foot of the bed, his memory began to become confused. It seemed that he had missed some very important details.

As he continued to reminisce, his head began to hurt again, and he even began to ask and answer himself: This schoolbag should not appear here in his memory, so where should it be placed?

The pain made Peter not want to think anymore. He chose to rush over. He endured the pain and reached out to pick up his schoolbag to take a look. A large number of hundred-dollar bills piled up came into view.

Doubts came to mind again. A simple estimate showed that there was at least thirty to forty thousand US dollars in this schoolbag. This was undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but how did he obtain it.

At the same time, a sudden voice suddenly appeared in his mind. [The system traveled successfully, passed the review of the will of the world, and is temporarily activated. 】

Peter was even more confused. He subconsciously looked around, lowered his voice and asked, "What are you talking about? Who is it? Who is talking to me? Come out."

【系统已准备就绪，进入倒计时5·4·3·2·1。】这个突兀的声音并没有回答彼得的问题，依然在自言自语道。</p>

With the final countdown of this voice, Peter felt as if there was something more in his mind, the pain was decreasing, and an explanatory panel was projected in his pupils.

[The host successfully integrated the memory and achieved the prerequisites for activating the system. This system always adheres to the principle of God rewards hard work and officially releases the task. 】

Regarding this outrageous and shameless principle, Peter just wanted to complain: "Then you should exit the group chat of the system, you will lose the face of the system family."