I Am Venom!!!

On a pitch-black night, Peter Parker hurried out of Osborn Tower. To avoid being caught on camera, he had taken a back route home today.

This route was hidden, but it detoured through a small forest outside the city, adding half an hour to his journey.

Just as he entered the forest and prepared to continue toward home,

a crimson blaze suddenly lit up the sky.

Before he could figure out what was happening, a massive space shuttle crashed down not far from him.

The shuttle struck the ground and exploded violently.

The shockwave from the blast surged over him like a tidal wave, instantly swallowing him whole.

Before he even understood what was going on, he was blasted flying.

Not only that, flying rocks and snapped branches pierced straight through his body.

He collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to life, about to die such a miserable, pathetic death.

But at that moment, a mass of black substance rapidly crawled over from the direction of the explosion and, with lightning speed, climbed onto his face.

Feeling the wet, slippery thing on his face, Peter—so badly injured that he was on the verge of dying—stared blankly ahead and prepared to await death.

His mind began flashing through memories like a broken film reel, fragments of the past rapidly flickering through his head.

The faces of his long-forgotten parents appeared again, along with memories of being bullied in elementary school and called a bastard with no parents.

Then came the memories of being bullied in middle school, mocked in high school as a country bumpkin and a nerd, and every other miserable recollection flashing through his mind.

Even the dying Peter could not help clenching his fists. Fury and unwillingness exploded in his heart, filling his eyes with bloodshot veins.

"No,