Little Hulk's Identity Was Stolen? (Seeking Collection)

On a country road in New York, leading toward a remote town.

A vintage Chevrolet was driving slowly along the path.

Melodious country music drifted from the half-open windows, filling the rural road as the vehicle passed by.

In the front seats sat a middle-aged couple. The man was driving leisurely, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel, unable to resist the beautiful melody pouring from the car radio.

The woman in the passenger seat leaned back, her gaze quietly appreciating the scenery as it slowly swept past the window.

Everything looked harmonious and peaceful, just like a family out for a drive.

As a beautiful country song gradually faded, a dynamic musical intro suddenly burst from the speakers...

"Hey (hey), What's the matter with your head?

yeah..."

With the intro, a lively rock song kicked in, instantly turning the once quiet and peaceful car interior into a more cheerful space. Even the middle-aged man driving increased the intensity of his finger-tapping to the beat.

"Ben, turn the music down a little. Don't wake Peter."

Although this dynamic song was quite pleasant and had even brightened the atmosphere inside the car, the energetic rhythm felt somewhat abrupt in the otherwise quiet vehicle.

Especially since there was a teenager napping in the backseat.

"Thanks, Aunt May, but I'm already awake."

Just as Ben Parker prepared to follow his wife's instructions and lower the volume, a somewhat lazy voice drifted from behind them, sounding as if he hadn't fully shaken off his sleepiness.

"Awake is fine, too. We're almost at our destination anyway."

Ignoring his wife's slightly annoyed glare, Ben Parker spoke slowly without turning his head.

"Mm..."

Forced to reboot his brain by the music, Peter Parker could only respond softly, then shook his dizzy head.

While music could indeed be sleep-inducing, it depended on the genre.

To the people of this world, this classic song by Redbone sounded like the ultimate musical enjoyment.

However, for him, a traveler from another world, it brought a different, unforgettable image slowly surfacing in his mind.

Because of a certain film series from his past life, he had a completely different impression of this track.

Even though he had just been in the middle of a dream, the moment the intro to this song began to play, a strange image involuntarily appeared in his mind.

A certain "fool" with the body of a god, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with mortals, with a Walkman tucked at his waist, was dancing along to this funky beat with his somewhat chubby frame...

It was enough to force him to wake up from his slumber.

What's more, the world he had transmigrated into was the very same world that "fool" inhabited.

The music continued. To temporarily banish that strange image from his mind, Peter Parker had to find a topic of conversation to keep his thoughts from being influenced by the song.

"Uncle Ben, when can we get a new car? I think this one is older than I am."

A drive that should have taken only two or three hours had dragged on for nearly the entire morning thanks to this aging relic.

Anyone would have considered getting a new car by now.

"What, you don't like my old partner anymore? I don't know who it was that, when missing the school bus, had to rely on me and this old partner to help him out."

Uncle Ben replied with a teasing tone.

"Uncle Ben, I've been very punctual for the last few months."

Peter felt that whatever that guy had done before he transmigrated had nothing to do with him now.

"That's true, you have been punctual these last few months, but the trouble you've caused has only gotten bigger."

"You actually dared to go to Oscorp to steal things, and you were caught red-handed."

"If you weren't a minor, and because of your parents, you'd probably still be locked up in the NYPD precinct right now!"

Thinking of this, Ben Parker grew very angry; even now, his expression remained incredibly stern.

"Uncle Ben, I'm sorry for making you worry, but I had my reasons for doing that."

Looking at Uncle Ben's livid face through the rearview mirror, Parker could only offer a soft explanation.

After all, having just transmigrated into this world and become Peter Parker, he naturally couldn't resist the temptation of becoming Spider-Man.

It should be easy enough to understand why he would do something so out of character for that purpose.

"Reasons? Was it to investigate your parents..."

It was clear that the two of them had different understandings of the "reasons" Peter mentioned.

"Enough, Ben. We didn't come out today to argue!"

Just as Uncle Ben was about to continue, Aunt May finally spoke up to interrupt the unpleasant conversation between the two.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I shouldn't have said that to you."

Interrupted by Aunt May, Uncle Ben also realized that his words might have caused Peter some hurt.

"But what happened to your parents cannot be undone. You cannot give up your own future because of them; you still have infinite possibilities."

"I understand, Uncle Ben, Aunt May. You don't need to worry about me."

At this moment, Peter's tone seemed extremely calm.

"This child..."

Watching Peter's unusual calmness, the Parker Couple in the front row exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a hint of worry.

"Come and get your love..."

The music continued, and gradually, the car fell back into a quiet atmosphere.

Peter's thoughts drifted back to a few days ago, when he had broken into Oscorp alone.

Eager to gain power, he couldn't wait to follow the normal trajectory of fate, where he would be bitten by that fated spider during a tour of the Oscorp Bio-Lab and become Spider-Man.

After some preparation, he snuck into Oscorp and, without any major mishaps, entered the laboratory where the genetically modified spiders were kept.

Even though he triggered an alarm upon entering, he still managed to get a genetically modified spider to bite his arm before the security guards arrived.

Therefore, even though he was eventually caught by security and taken to the police station, it still signaled that he had achieved his goal.

However, as Uncle Ben brought him home from the station and several days had passed, he still hadn't awakened any Spider-Man abilities.

Perhaps it was the wrong spider that bit me. Next time, I'll make sure every single spider bites me.

Having failed to awaken his Spider-Man abilities, Peter could only attribute the failure to the specific spider that had bitten him.

He began preparing to sneak into Oscorp once again.

At the same time, the cheerful music in the car came to an abrupt stop.

Then, the voice of a radio broadcaster came through.

"Breaking news: this morning, a car accident occurred on the Queensboro Bridge. A family sedan was rear-ended by a truck and plunged off the bridge deck. Fortunately, just as the vehicle was about to fall, a mysterious person wearing a tight suit and a mask appeared, using a special kind of webbing to wrap around the vehicle and pull it back onto the bridge."

"Fortunately, there were only a few minor injuries, and no one died."

"According to police representative George Stacy at the scene, no human factors were found in this accident. Please stay tuned for further reports."

The news flash ended, and at this moment, Peter had only one thought in his mind.

Someone stole my Little Hulk identity?

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