In a cramped bedroom cluttered with all sorts of junk, Peter Parker slowly opened his eyes.
Something felt… off.
He wasn't lying on his bed.
Instead, his limbs were spread out, stuck firmly to the ceiling of his own room.
"—Hiss!"
A tearing pain exploded in his head, forcing a sharp cry from his lips. In the next instant, whatever strange force holding him up vanished, and he dropped straight down, crashing onto the floor below.
"Peter, what are you doing up there?"
A loud voice came from downstairs. Almost instinctively, a name surfaced in his mind—
Uncle Ben.
"I'm fine! Just fell off the bed!"
The reply came just as naturally.
And then—
Peter froze.
Shock flooded his face.
"Wait… what? Why am I here? How do I know that was Uncle Ben?!"
A torrent of memories surged into his mind.
His entire life—no, two lives—flashed before his eyes like a speeding film reel.
"Peter… Parker… Uncle Ben… Aunt May… What the hell—am I Spider-Man?!"
Sure enough, in his memories, just yesterday afternoon at the Oscorp science exhibition, he had been bitten by a spider. On the way home, his body had already begun showing strange changes.
"So… I transmigrated…"
Peter let out a long breath.
That's right.
Before this, he had been nothing more than an ordinary college student back in London. But after a single night's sleep, he had awakened in the Marvel Universe—inside the body of one of the most famous superheroes in another world.
Spider-Man.
Of course, becoming Spider-Man had once been the dream of countless kids.
But growing up changes things.
Because the truth is—
Spider-Man's life sucks.
Forget being a winner in life—half the time, he could barely even make ends meet.
In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, things weren't too bad. He met Tony Stark early on and was practically groomed as his successor, spared from many hardships.
But in other versions?
Life was anything but easy.
And from Peter's memories, just a week ago, Tony Stark had held that iconic press conference—publicly announcing to the world:
"I am Iron Man."
Which meant one thing—
This was not the MCU.
And he definitely wouldn't be getting taken under the wing of a billionaire genius anytime soon.
"Mutants… Oscorp… this world is way more complicated than I thought…"
Peter muttered, already mapping out his future.
He refused to become that version of Spider-Man.
But then… what should he become?
Spider-Man's abilities were undeniably powerful for an ordinary person. His strength could rival the Hulk in a normal state, his speed could reach supersonic levels, and his spider-sense allowed him to weave through gunfire like it was nothing.
But against beings like Thanos… or the Phoenix Force?
That level of power was laughably insufficient.
"Hmph. There's no way I'm becoming that broke, miserable Spider-Man. And I'm definitely not turning to dust in front of Thanos."
His eyes sharpened.
"Since I'm Peter Parker now… I'll carve out a completely different destiny."
If Spider-Man had it, he would have it.
If Spider-Man didn't have it—
He would claim it for himself.
Poverty? Tragedy?
Those labels would never belong to him again.
[Ding! The Infinite Multiverse Altar System has been activated. Loading…]
[Ding! System initialization complete. The Infinite Multiverse Altar System is now at your service.]
Peter blinked.
On the floor before him, a small altar had appeared out of nowhere.
It was pitch black, unremarkable at first glance. But the longer he stared, the more he felt an indescribable, mysterious aura emanating from it—something that seemed to pull his consciousness in.
"System… a cheat ability?"
It finally clicked.
He had just been complaining that Spider-Man's powers weren't enough—barely good for dealing with super soldiers like Captain America or the Winter Soldier—
And now, like clockwork, the classic transmigrator's golden finger had arrived.
"Alright, hurry up—what can you do?" Peter asked eagerly.
"The system is the Infinite Multiverse Altar. As the name suggests, it requires the host to perform sacrifices. By giving sacrifices to the infinite multiverse, you may obtain anything you desire."
Peter's eyes lit up instantly.
Anything?
That sounded ridiculously overpowered.
"Anything? Like… Gorr's Godslayer Axe? The Darkhold? Or even a Elixir of Life—drinking it can ascend straight to immortality?"
The altar did not disappoint.
"Yes. All of those are obtainable."
A pause.
"However… sacrifices require offerings."
The implication was obvious.
If he wanted something absurdly powerful, he'd better be ready to pay an equally absurd price.
Peter scratched his head, unfazed.
After all, if he could just pull out something like the Godslayer Axe right away… what would even be the point of playing the game?
"Alright then. What exactly do I need to sacrifice?"
"For mortals, rituals involve livestock and offerings. But when sacrificing to the infinite multiverse, the requirements are far less restrictive."
The system replied plainly:
"Anything can be used."
Peter was taken aback.
He had expected something grand, rare, or extremely specific.
Instead—
Anything?
"Uh… even if you say that, there have to be limits, right?"
"Correct. While anything can be offered, sacrifices are divided into tiers. In simple terms, what you obtain depends on the quality of what you sacrifice."
As the system spoke, a classification list appeared in Peter's mind.
At the lowest tier were money and material wealth—all ordinary physical items fell into this category.
Next were items containing special energy, ranked slightly higher.
The middle tier consisted of souls, with intelligent lifeforms' souls being especially valuable.
Above that were faith-based offerings—the power of belief from intelligent beings, or objects imbued with such faith. These included ancient relics that had accumulated countless prayers over generations—statues of deities, sacred symbols… even objects like crosses.
And at the very top—
Luck.
"Luck is the rarest and most special of all," the system explained. "It is extremely difficult to obtain. A person's luck is finite—if it is completely sacrificed, death is not far behind."
"If the luck of an entire dynasty is drained, that dynasty will collapse."
"And if the luck of an entire universe is sacrificed…"
"That universe itself will reach the end of its fate—and disintegrate."
…
The room fell silent.
Peter stared at the altar, his eyes slowly narrowing.
This…Was going to change everything.
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