Speak of Gwen, and Gwen Appears

Toby was no saint either. As long as Kingpin dared to offer it, he dared to take it.

Money and goods—he took them.

Women—he enjoyed them too.

But the women Kingpin sent were basically one-time affairs. Once he was done, he told them to get lost.

Women sent by someone like Kingpin were fine for a little fun, but he could never take them seriously. Otherwise, one of them might turn out to be a venomous snake Kingpin had planted at his side.

As a spider, Toby did not like having a venomous snake lurking around him all the time...

As for Gwen, whose background he knew inside and out, Toby did not mind pursuing something long-term with her.

After all, Gwen in this universe really was beautiful and perfectly suited his tastes, as flawless as a comic-book character brought to life.

In fact, all the characters in this universe—including Peter, Ben, May, and Kingpin—looked closer to their comic-book appearances.

After playing games with Peter for a while longer, Toby returned to his room to rest.

Although his physical condition now far surpassed that of an ordinary person, unless he was in the middle of a mission, Toby still preferred to sleep early and rise early.

Spider-Man's physique gave him the foundation to rise in the Marvel world, so without a system, he had to take even better care of his body.

The next day.

While Peter was still snoring away because it was a day off, Toby had already finished lifting weights in the specially excavated underground gym and jogged several laps around the neighborhood.

As he completed the final lap of his morning run and prepared to head home, Toby noticed someone next door staring at him.

Following the sensation, Toby looked over and saw a girl with a head of fiery red hair watching him from the neighboring yard.

When she saw Toby looking over, the red-haired girl walked up openly and generously, extending her hand to him.

"Hello, you're Toby Parker, right? Peter's cousin—the son of Mr. Ben Parker and Mrs. May Parker?"

Toby briefly sized up Mary Jane, who was at least an eight out of ten in looks and seemed to have a very sunny personality.

He reached out and lightly clasped her fingertips, smiling.

"Yeah, hello. I'm Toby Parker. Peter has mentioned you too—the fairy-like neighbor with beautiful red hair."

No one disliked pleasant words, especially flattering words from a handsome guy.

Thus, Mary Jane's first impression of Toby was undoubtedly a good one.

After briefly introducing themselves, the two chatted for a few moments.

During their conversation, Toby discovered that Mary Jane in this world did not seem as annoying as she was in most movies and animated works. Instead, she was cheerful and poised in the way she spoke.

It seemed his stereotypes about Marvel characters were still a little too deeply ingrained.

Just as Toby's impression of Mary Jane began to improve, Mary Jane's parents called her home for breakfast, ending their brief conversation.

Watching Mary Jane head inside and seeing the loving interaction between her and her parents, Toby nodded in understanding.

It seemed that not only was Mary Jane herself different, but even her family in this universe was not so oppressive.

Her father was not an alcoholic who abused his family, and her mother had not passed away in sorrow.

She lived in a happy family.

Perhaps that was why Mary Jane in this universe was completely unlike the unlikable, gloomy, gold-digging woman from the movies.

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That put Toby at ease. He would not need to worry about his poor, foolish cousin getting cheated on in the future.

After returning home and taking a shower, Toby came out feeling refreshed just as May finished making breakfast and brought it to the table.

His lazy cousin, meanwhile, was being pushed downstairs by Ben to eat breakfast, his hair sticking up like a bird's nest and his face full of reluctance.

Sitting in his seat, Toby bit into the sandwich in his hand—which honestly did not taste very good at all—yet smiled happily.

In his previous life, he had been an orphan abandoned at an orphanage shortly after birth. This rare familial affection was undoubtedly incomparably precious to him...

In such a warm atmosphere, even May's terrible cooking seemed to become delicious.

Of course, that deliciousness applied only to Toby.

Peter and Ben bit into the sandwiches on their plates, their expressions twisted as though they were trying to chew through shoehorns.

This prompted another round of lecturing from May, who also took the chance to praise her son again for being sensible and not picky about food.

That made the uncle and nephew, who were already struggling to swallow their food, look as bitter as bitter melons.

Only when the doorbell rang did Ben and Peter immediately feel as though a great burden had been lifted, scrambling eagerly to answer the door.

The moment they opened it, they saw a "little sun" shining at the doorway.

Brilliant blonde hair, an equally brilliant smile, and a slender figure—it was Gwen. "Hi, Uncle Ben, Peter!"

Gwen's appearance was like that of a radiant angel, rescuing Ben and Peter from their predicament.

The two hurriedly invited Gwen inside.

After entering, Gwen made her way into the dining room as though she knew the place by heart, waving at the two people at the table. "Hi, Aunt May. You look younger again!"

May stood up and hugged Gwen, her face full of delighted smiles:

"Oh, Gwen, that sweet mouth of yours is as charming as ever. But why do you look thinner again? We're having breakfast anyway, so sit down and have something with us."

As she spoke, May naturally pressed Gwen into the seat beside Toby, ruthlessly carried away the plate that had originally belonged to Peter, and brought Gwen a fresh breakfast.

It wasn't that May had known Gwen was coming and made an extra serving.

It was just that Toby's build required him to eat so much that a single serving of breakfast was nowhere near enough to fill him up. Usually, May prepared enough for two or three people just for Toby.

Now that Gwen was here, she could share some with her. Surely her son wouldn't mind.

After all, her son weighed three hundred pounds, while it was hard to say whether Gwen even weighed a hundred.

So, for the sake of his future happiness, her son really ought to lose some weight... No, wait. Her son didn't seem to have any fat on him at all. It was all muscle...

In any case, Gwen at least needed to put on some weight. Otherwise, May was afraid her son might crush the poor girl to death...

Neither Gwen nor Toby knew about the dirty thoughts currently running through May's mind.

Gwen even showed May her firm but not particularly pronounced bicep, saying that she only looked thinner because she had recently started working out. She wanted to work hard to catch up to Toby physically!

That only made May even happier.

Look at how sensible she was. In order to be worthy of her son in every way, not only had she always studied diligently—competing with May's nephew year after year for first and second place in their grade—but she also refused to fall behind physically.

It seemed she could no longer let Peter keep being lazy. She had to make him train with Toby from now on. He didn't need to become as huge as Toby, but at the very least, he needed to stop looking like a skinny little stray!

And her husband too. His beer belly was nearly bigger than it had been when she was pregnant with Toby. He needed to lose weight with Peter under Toby's guidance as well!

At that very moment, the uncle and nephew had no idea that, after sneaking off to eat KFC while May was opening the door for Gwen, May had already arranged a hellish training plan for them under Toby...