"Where is this place?"
"How did I end up tied up?"
When Peter regained consciousness, he discovered that he was bound by a bone-white rope. Instinctively, he tried to stretch his legs to touch the ground, only to realize that he was hanging in midair.
Looking around, everything seemed to be shrouded in mist. He could not see clearly what surrounded him at all.
From time to time, a bizarre shadow drifted past, imprinting itself deeply in his mind, only to be forgotten moments later.
The fog was a deep orange color, mixed with an eerie purple. Anyone who saw it at first glance would feel a strange unease rising from the depths of their heart.
"Help!"Overcome by sudden fear, Peter shouted. His voice drifted into the mist like a stone sinking into the sea.
No one would come. He had to think of a way himself.
The rope was as sturdy as steel wire. Peter strained until his face turned red, but all he managed was to make his body sway slightly up and down in the air.
After several failed attempts, not only was there no effect, but his ribs began to sting fiercely, as if they had been rubbed raw by the rope.
Panting, he stopped and decided to rest for a moment, only to notice something new. "What's going on?"
His movements had completely stopped, yet his body was still swaying gently in midair. Peter felt inexplicably uneasy. Could someone be deliberately shaking him?
"The vibration is coming from far away."
Peter became certain that someone was messing with him. Anger welled up inside him, but it quickly turned into a desperate desire to survive.
He shouted for help again. "Is anyone there? Help! I'm here!"
There was no response at all.
The fog grew thicker.
As the vibrations continued, Peter swayed lightly up and down. He became increasingly convinced that someone was nearby.
His imagination ran wild. He pictured a determined man climbing tirelessly along the rope toward him, intent on saving him.
That would be great.
A look of joy appeared on Peter's face, but within seconds it turned into terror.
"What is that thing?"
The rope suddenly turned black, growing darker and darker as it crept closer to him. Peter looked puzzled, guessing that it was a person's shadow.
Unfortunately, it was not.
When the blackness drew nearer, Peter realized that it was not a shadow at all, but countless furry black spiders clustered together.
These black spiders crawled over one another, completely enveloping the rope and forming a living wave.
Peter was instantly terrified. He shook his body violently, trying to fling all of them off the rope.
But the spiders seemed glued to it. Not a single one fell. Instead, more and more appeared, growing denser and denser. From a distance, they looked like a heap of small black and brown fur balls.
"Get away!"
When dozens of spiders' bristles brushed against his face and spread around his neck, Peter felt his sanity nearing collapse.
More and more furry limbs touched his body, some even crawling into his nostrils and ears.
"Ah!"
It felt as if his internal organs were crawling with insects.
His mind finally reached its breaking point. Peter suddenly opened his eyes, drenched in sweat, falling into a numb silence after extreme terror.
He looked around and confirmed that he was at home. After running his hands over his entire body and finding no strange creatures, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"So it was a dream."
"How could I have such a bizarre dream?"
What one thinks about during the day shows up in dreams at night.
Peter figured that since he had been thinking nonstop these past few days about becoming Spider-Man, dreaming about spiders was not hard to understand.
Thinking of Spider-Man, Peter finally took the time to examine himself.
As he stood up from the bed, he saw that his once pudgy belly had turned into eight perfectly sculpted, marble-like abdominal muscles.
The enhancement worked.
He rushed to the mirror and saw that his entire body was now covered with well-defined muscles.
He pinched them with his fingers. Every muscle was firm and easy to control, as if a fitness coach had spent countless hours refining them.
Peter became somewhat intoxicated by the sight, raising his arm to show off his strong biceps.
"If I posted this online, I'd probably end up with a bunch of admirers," Peter muttered to himself.
Those who have never had it would never understand how he felt at that moment.
"Hah!"Peter let out a low shout. His muscles rippled, moving freely all over his body, like freshly forged steel that was still hot and easy to shape.
He felt that his muscles might be slightly smaller than those of professional bodybuilders on television, but they were extremely well-proportioned. None of them were overly exaggerated, making them more pleasing to the average eye.
Paired with his handsome face, the effect was devastating. Smiling at the mirror, Peter struck a bodybuilder's pose.
"If the ladies at the gym saw this, they wouldn't let me attend a single class without charging me thousands."
"Wait, what's this?"
Peter suddenly frowned and leaned closer to the mirror.
Heh.
He opened his mouth, revealing neat white teeth, but among them were a few teeth that oddly protruded.
He pushed them with his finger, and they actually moved.
"I should have finished losing my baby teeth long ago. Could this be another effect of the enhancement?"
He licked them with his tongue first, then simply stuck two fingers into his mouth. When his fingertips touched his gums, he felt a sensation like bone spurs. It seemed as though there was an extra segment beneath his teeth.
Perhaps from being touched too often, the upper teeth loosened even more. Peter pinched the roots with two fingers and gently pulled upward, bringing them out.
At that moment, the new tooth hidden below was exposed to the light.
Peter's pupils contracted slightly. In the mirror, he could see that he was missing a clean white tooth, but inside his mouth was a cold, sharp spike.
It was a fang, not a common canine or tiger tooth. It looked extremely sharp, as if it had been deliberately polished into a weapon.
"It must just be an accident."
Peter touched the tooth lightly. Even with a gentle tap, he could feel a sting at his fingertips.
"Did the Spider-Man in the movies ever have sharp teeth?"A sense of unease crept into Peter's heart, and he was no longer as excited as before.
He returned to the living room and silently rewatched Spider-Man, scrutinizing every detail. He wanted to find the reason for his transformation. Peter Parker certainly did not lose his teeth.
He watched slowly, thinking anxiously.
Unfortunately, the changes came faster than he had imagined. By afternoon, all of his teeth had fallen out.
Now, with just a slight opening of his mouth, one could see densely packed sharp teeth inside.
Peter had become a monster with a mouth full of fangs.
(End of chapter)
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