I, Toby Parker, the Bully Spider-Man!

Marvel Universe, Earth-99999.

Toby Parker, that was his name in this life.

Yes, Toby was a transmigrator, reborn into the Marvel Universe as a fetus.

As for the reason for his transmigration, it was the "Great Luck" incident that everyone was already familiar with.

However, in this particular transmigration event caused by the "Great Luck," he wasn't the victim in his previous life, but the perpetrator.

In his past life, as a heavy truck driver, he had been pushed to his breaking point by a malicious "porcelain-touching" scam, triggered by the scammer's son asking, "If you didn't hit him, why would you help him up?"

He was already known for his explosive temper and was an orphan with no parents; he was the type of guy who would spend an entire match in CrossFire cursing every single one of his teammates in real-time just because someone insulted him on the loading screen. Could he possibly swallow this?

"People's dagger, huh?"

"Just wait, I'll go get one for you right now!"

After returning to his truck, he ignited the engine, shifted gears, and slammed on the gas without a second's hesitation, sending the father-son duo straight to meet God.

"You want to scam me? Try scamming my 'Great Luck' first!"

"Go to hell!"

As a driver in a truck, hitting two people shouldn't have been a death sentence; at most, he would have faced the death penalty later.

But after he hit the pair, a red, blue, and black spider somehow crawled into his cab.

By the time he noticed it, it was already too late.

The spider had climbed onto the back of his hand. Before he could flick the clearly venomous creature away, it seemed to sense danger and bit him right on the web of his thumb!

Within ten seconds, he felt his entire body go numb, his heart suddenly constrict, and his vision go black before he lost consciousness. The whole process could also be described as "all in one go!"

If this was retribution for murder, it had certainly come damn fast.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a green-eyed nurse wearing a blue mask and cap.

Then, the nurse handed him over to a woman with a kind face and a head full of sweat.

As he lifted his tiny, damp hand to look at it, he immediately realized he had transmigrated, and the woman holding him was clearly the mother who had just given birth to him in this new life.

The nurse had just addressed the kind woman holding him as "Mrs. May Parker"...

That name could only mean one person...

He had actually transmigrated to become the son of Spider-Man's Uncle Ben and Aunt May!

What the f...

20 years later...

Timeline: 2008, New York.

Hell's Kitchen, Neon Gang.

In Hell's Kitchen, a place known as "Little Gotham," gang warfare was a common occurrence.

But one person taking on an entire gang was unheard of, even in the chaotic, melting pot of Hell's Kitchen!

At least, until today, no one had ever heard of such a thing.

Even those masked street heroes who spent their days fighting crime in Hell's Kitchen wouldn't dare claim they could storm a gang's headquarters alone.

Because that action was no different from throwing a flashbang into a toilet—a guaranteed way to have a star of death shining over your head!

But today, someone had done the very thing those street heroes wouldn't even dare to imagine!

And not only had he done it, he had slaughtered his way through the entire gang single-handedly!

Rumble—

Rat-tat-tat—

Bang, bang, bang—

The thunder and heavy rain masked the muzzle flashes and gunfire in the dark night...

In the rainy night at the Neon Gang's territory in Hell's Kitchen, a towering figure standing two meters tall, clad in a full-coverage black and red combat suit, dragged a gang member in each hand, stepping over countless corpses as he slowly walked toward the ancestral hall at the heart of the Neon Gang.

Hiding inside the hall at that moment were the leader of the Neon Gang, Okamoto Reiichi, and the remaining members of the gang.

Although these gangsters were all armed with blades and guns, they were shaking like they had Parkinson's, their eyes filled with pure terror.

All of this was because of the "Grim Reaper" who had appeared in their gang ten minutes ago!

The Neon Gang had nearly two hundred members, but the "Grim Reaper" had single-handedly slaughtered them until only the twenty or so people hiding in the hall remained!

Okamoto Reiichi saw his subordinates cowering and retreating, squeezing themselves into the ancestral hall until they were practically pressed against the ancestral tablets, and roared in fury:

"Baka yaro! How could our Neon warriors produce a bunch of cowards like you! Stop retreating! Kill that damn bastard right now! Otherwise, you will all commit seppuku to apologize!!!"

Being yelled at by their boss, the henchmen, who were already on the verge of wetting their pants, had no other choice. Gritting their teeth, they walked out of the hall, trembling, and aimed their shaking guns at the only entrance to the courtyard.

Although their gang was called the Neon Gang and its members were all from Neon, they were currently in the land of the free, where gunfights were an everyday occurrence, so their combat style had naturally been localized.

They weren't using katanas for their iaijutsu; they were using American iaijutsu!

The moment the ancestral hall gate was pushed open, the men, already pushed to the brink of hysteria, pulled their triggers without hesitation, unleashing a wild barrage of gunfire toward the entrance.

Yet, facing the rain of bullets hurtling toward him, Toby couldn't even be bothered to dodge, instead using the two men he held in his hands as double meat shields.

Never mind whether the micro-submachine guns and pistols held by these Neon Gang underlings could even penetrate the two corpses in Toby's grip; even if they did, the remaining kinetic energy would never pierce his custom-made, high-priced bulletproof spider suit crafted from special materials.

The underlings, their reason hollowed out by terror, lacked any concept of suppressive fire or staggered reloading; every one of them was practically trying to fuse their fingers to their triggers.

As a result, their magazines ran dry quickly, replaced by the persistent, hollow clicking of empty chambers.

Once their bullets were spent, Toby casually tossed the two bodies—now riddled with holes like sieves—onto the ground like trash and offered them a look of disdain:

"Morons, do you think you're playing a shooter game with infinite ammo? You're still clicking even when you're empty—reload!"

Hearing Toby's mocking reminder, they finally realized the gravity of their situation and scrambled in a panic to swap out their magazines.

But it was clearly too late!

"Huh? You're actually going to reload? Idiots, save it for your next life!"

Toby crouched slightly, the narrow, blood-red eyes on his black mask flashing with a cold, bloodthirsty light amidst the lightning!

Waking up—it was time to hunt!

Toby kicked off the ground, his massive frame instantly transforming into a blood-red blur as he slammed savagely into the crowd!

The first Neon Gang member to collide with Toby was struck as if by a thunderbolt; the impact was no lighter than being hit head-on by a heavy truck. He went flying backward, his body twisting like a ragdoll until he slammed into the ancestral hall wall, crushed into a pulp of gore embedded so deeply into the masonry that he couldn't even be pried off!

The remaining gang members fared no better. Like a wolf descending upon a flock of sheep, Toby unleashed a cruel and bloody feast of slaughter upon them!

With Toby's terrifying strength—capable of exerting force measured in tons—these ordinary gang members suffered grievous injuries at the slightest touch and instant death upon the slightest contact!