Filled with plans for the future, Peter returned to his home in Queens.
"Thank God, Peter! You're finally back. Are you hungry? Do you want me to whip something up?" Aunt May immediately poked her head out of the kitchen, a loving smile lighting up her face.
Uncle Ben rose from the sofa, grumbling with that classic protective edge. "Do you have any idea how dangerous New York is at night? I should have picked you up!"
Because Gwen had called earlier to explain they were finishing up important work at Oscorp, the two didn't scold him. Their frustration was purely born of a fear that something might have happened to him on the commute.
Looking at them, Peter felt a sudden wave of warmth. In his previous life, his parents had passed early, leaving him solitary for years.
He couldn't help himself—he stepped forward and gave them both a tight, genuine hug.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Ben, Aunt May. I promise I won't make you worry like that again."
He wasn't the moody, rebellious teenager from the original story anymore. With his "awakened" memories, his mental age far exceeded that of his peers. All he wanted now was to honor these two and ensure they lived a long, wealthy, and happy life.
The sudden hug caught Ben and May off guard. They had been worried that a lecture might trigger a teenage tantrum, but instead, Peter's sincerity brought a lump to their throats. Their boy was truly growing up—he finally understood them.
After saying his goodnights, Peter hurried upstairs to his room. The moment the door clicked shut, he whispered in his mind:
"System, open the Shop."
The virtual interface shimmered into existence. After purchasing the Horse Talisman, seven items remained. Peter's eyes scanned the list before he made his first choice.
"System, purchase 'Makoto Kyogoku's Karate Insights'."
Makoto Kyogoku was the combat ceiling of the Detective Conan world—a "God of Fighting" who reached superhuman levels through sheer physical discipline.
This was a man who took down fifty armed mobsters single-handedly. He once caught a flurry of BB pellets fired at him while wearing a gas mask that obscured his vision, then neutralized every guard. He could shatter marble pillars with his bare fists.
In the world of Karate, even the masters were fit only to shine his shoes. Compared to him, someone like Daredevil—famous for his technique—would look like a younger brother.
Previously, Peter had viewed this item as overpriced at 500 Sacrifice Points. Without a solid physical foundation, it would take years of grueling practice to reach Makoto's level. But now?
With the Lizard Serum providing physical stats and reflexes far beyond the original Makoto, mastering these insights was a piece of cake.
Kyogoku's techniques, powered by Peter's new body, would yield ten or even a hundred times the destructive power. It was a 1+1=10 scenario.
[Congratulations! Host has acquired 'Makoto Kyogoku's Karate Insights'. Remaining points: 2,500]
A massive flood of information surged into Peter's brain—countless combat frames, muscle memories, and the experience of a thousand life-and-death battles.
Every instinct, technique, and mental state belonging to the world's strongest karateka was etched into Peter's soul.
His body instinctively shifted into a karate stance. As he threw a test strike, his muscles gave off a faint pop, and the displaced air was so violent it tore a small rent in his bedsheet.
His control over his strength had ascended to a completely different tier. He was no longer a brawler with raw power; he was becoming a Grandmaster.
Still, 2,500 points remained. Peter didn't hesitate long before his next command.
"Purchase the 'Chakra Seed'!"
To most people, this would be a useless item. Chakra is the product of physical and spiritual energy combined.
A weakling, even with a seed, could only refine a pathetic amount of energy. Plus, the item didn't come with Ninjutsu manuals.
Without knowing hand signs, a normal person would just be staring at a tiny puddle of blue energy they couldn't use.
But for Peter? It was a goldmine.
As a transmigrator with the Lizard Serum's enhancement, his mental and physical energies were dozens of times higher than an average human's. His chakra capacity would likely rival a member of the Uzumaki clan.
And don't forget the Horse Talisman.
Ninjas die if they over-exhaust their chakra, but the Horse Talisman could heal the cellular damage caused by excessive refinement. This meant his chakra wasn't just massive—it was infinitely renewable.
He had successfully glitched the system.
He was a walking Tailed Beast.
One might ask: "But you don't know any Ninjutsu! What are you going to do with all that blue energy?"
The answer was simple. He didn't need elemental nature transformations or complex hand signs. He just needed the Rasengan.
Developed by the Fourth Hokage and perfected by Naruto, this A-rank jutsu required no hand signs and no elemental conversion. It only required massive amounts of chakra and the mastery of shape transformation. It was a jutsu tailor-made for someone with Peter's current kit.
No hand signs? No problem. There is nothing in this world that one "blue ball" can't solve. And if there is? Just make a Bigger Ball. Or a barrage of them.
[Congratulations! Host has acquired the 'Chakra Seed'. Remaining points: 2,000]
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