The Local Gangs Have No Manners!

Soft white light began to seep into every part of his body, launching an efficient and thorough "purification" operation against the genes that were mutating wildly!

All the inferior lizard genes that could cause genetic collapse and physical mutation were ruthlessly erased!

Meanwhile, superhuman strength, regenerative abilities, the speed and jumping power to move freely between skyscrapers, the specialized bristle-like structures that allowed him to cling to walls, and senses and motor nerves far beyond those of ordinary people...

All of these beneficial powers were perfectly preserved!

The fine scales that had just emerged across Peter's body faded away even faster than they had grown, revealing smooth, pristine skin beneath.

His sharpened claws quickly retracted as well, returning to neatly trimmed fingernails.

His twisted, swollen body was reshaped into the perfect form of the golden ratio amid a series of crackling bone pops!

No one knew how long it took, but the agony flooding his body finally receded like the tide.

In its place came an unprecedented feeling of power, as though he could control everything!

Peter slowly rose from the ground.

His loose clothes, which had been torn to shreds like strips of rotten cloth, were restored by the Horse Talisman and now clung tightly to his body as if they had shrunk a size.

He looked down at his hands.

His arms were no longer thin and frail. Their muscle lines were as distinct and fluid as those of an ancient Greek sculpture, containing explosive power.

As he moved his body and felt the seemingly inexhaustible, surging strength flowing through his muscles, an uncontrollable look of ecstasy appeared on Peter's face.

He had succeeded!

He was no longer that weakling who got winded after running a few steps!

Peter could not help reaching out to touch his stomach. Those sharply defined eight-pack abs were something he had never possessed in either of his past lives!

It was not just his abs.

He could clearly feel that his body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Strength!

Speed!

Endurance!

Everything had increased exponentially!

Looking at the sturdy metal lab table in front of him, he took a deep breath, placed his palm on its edge, and gave it a light squeeze.

The next second, a fingerprint roughly half a centimeter deep was left in the metal surface.

This was a lab table made entirely of metal!

The old Peter would have struggled to leave even the slightest dent in it with a hammer, and might even have injured himself from the recoil.

But now, he could easily leave fingerprints on it!

This had completely surpassed the limits of the human body!

If he gave an enemy's head a squeeze like that...

Tsk, tsk. The image was too beautiful to imagine!

Besides that, his five senses had become much stronger.

Even a tiny spider the size of a grain of rice diligently spinning its web a hundred meters away in the darkness was clearly visible to him through the window.

His hearing had improved greatly as well. Not even the slightest movements of snakes, insects, rats, and ants outside the window could escape his ears.

Setting combat experience aside, he truly was a Pro Max version of Captain America now.

After confirming that he had indeed become stronger and had not gone bald, Peter did not linger any longer.

After using the Horse Talisman to quickly restore the laboratory to its original state, Peter silently left the school.

Since Lizard Serum also granted wall-crawling abilities, coupled with Peter's vastly enhanced senses, the security guard did not even notice when Peter had left.

When he discovered that the chemistry lab was empty, the guard could not help rubbing his eyes, nearly suspecting that he had hallucinated earlier from getting high too many times.

As he sped home, Peter's steps were so light that he felt as though he could float away at any moment.

The entire world looked different in his eyes.

The hurried footsteps of pedestrians on the street seemed like slow-motion footage from a movie.

Even cars roaring past no longer gave him that previous sense of oppression.

Peter was now confident that, while running at full speed, he could easily outrun these steel creations.

He even felt that he could bring these industrial creations to a stop and turn them into scrap metal with just one hand!

Even if one hit him head-on, it would not be a problem!

"Huh? Was that Gwen Stacy?"

In the darkness, Peter noticed a figure in a white hood darting across the skyscrapers overhead with his night-vision-like abilities.

Watching Gwen Stacy's back as she passed by him, Peter could not help curling his lips into a smile.

From now on, he could fight alongside Gwen Stacy too.

But for the time being, it would be better not to reveal his identity. He did not want Gwen Stacy to become some useless little spider who only knew how to rely on him.

At the very least, he had to wait until Gwen Stacy was mature enough to stand on her own.

With that thought, Peter withdrew his gaze and decided to head home first to let Ben and May know he was safe.

But at that moment, he heard a woman's scream coming from afar.

Peter stopped short, his gaze instinctively turning toward the dark alley.

With his enhanced hearing, he could clearly hear heavy breathing from the alley, a woman crying and begging for mercy, and the robber's arrogant curses.

In the past, all he could have done was leave quickly and call the police.

But now...

Peter's figure flashed, instantly vanishing from where he stood, leaving behind only an imperceptible night breeze.

The next second, he appeared in the alley.

A Black robber armed with truth was pressing a trembling white young woman against the wall with one hand while roughly snatching her handbag with the other.

"Let her go."

A cold voice sounded behind the robber.

The Black man stiffened all over and abruptly turned around, only to see a young man wearing fitted casual clothes.

"Get lost, you fucking faggot! Or I'll take you out too—"

Before he could finish his threat, which carried a distinct rap-like rhythm, his vision blurred.

He did not even have time to pull the trigger before an immense force struck his stomach, instantly bending him into the shape of a shrimp—though Peter had used less than one-thousandth of his strength...

"You're the fucking faggot!"

Peter's expression darkened.

The local gangs had no manners!

Wearing slightly tight clothes made him gay? What kind of Lighthouse-style stereotype was that?

"Fuck, you're asking to die!"

The Black man flew into a rage after taking that punch!

With a brain barely bigger than a chimpanzee's, he pulled the trigger without a second thought.

Bang!

The Black robber looked at Peter with a savage grin, as if he could already see Peter lying in a pool of blood!

The truth in his hand was no toy!

But the next second...

Crack!

The crisp sound of breaking bone was especially piercing in the silent alley.

"AAAAAH!"

The robber let out a pig-slaughtering scream. His entire arm twisted at a bizarre angle and hung limply at his side, while he stared at Peter as though he had seen a ghost.

What had he just seen?

This young man had dodged the bullet he fired at point-blank range?!

Was that even human?

On the other side, Peter, who had dodged the bullet, was somewhat shaken.

Thankfully, the Lizard Serum's enhancement was powerful enough. If his reaction had been even half a second slower, would he not have been shot in the head on the spot?

Although even a headshot would not kill him with his current physical condition.

He still had no desire to experience that feeling!

With that thought, Peter's gaze toward the Black man unconsciously became a little fiercer.

You have chosen death!