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Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The setting sun in the next night was particularly bright. The sun shines through the window, bringing a bit of warmth to the room, and a young man lying on the bed is enjoying the baptism from the sun. He seems to be in a half-asleep and half-awake state status.
He felt something was wrong. After all, urban villages in first-tier cities were not entitled to see the sun. He opened his eyes in a daze, staring at the ceiling blankly.
The passage of time caused his state to turn around. He yawned and got up to look around. At this moment, he finally found something wrong.
Everything in the room made him feel strange, he massaged his temples and began to recall what happened yesterday. "It seems that I was drinking at home last night, how did I get to this place, am I still dreaming?"
A series of questions kept coming to his mind, causing his hands to slap his thighs involuntarily, and the instant pain made him completely awake.
"Ah, it really hurts. It doesn't look like I'm dreaming, so what's going on with me now." He pushed the quilt off the bed, rubbed his thighs and began to walk around the room.
Looking up at the whole room, it is clear at a glance that the whole space is not large, but the space is fully utilized, and the light blue wallpaper makes the room tone more peaceful, making people more relaxed.
The items in the room are very complicated, but they are relatively neatly placed on the whole. It seems that the owner of the room knows where his things are placed.
The most conspicuous among them is the poster hanging by the window - Einstein's gaze, which made him more awake.
The desk is filled with all kinds of learning materials, and looking along the top is a variety of photographic works, including landscapes and people.
These arrangements made him speculate that this was a student's room, but this did not bring him much help. Not only did he not solve the doubts in his heart, but it increased.
He looked around again, looking for new clues, and this observation made his eyes shine. The bedside table on the other side caught his attention. There was a rocket model and a photo frame on the cabinet.
Feeling that the truth of the matter was about to be revealed, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, jumped over the bed and picked up the photo frame to watch carefully.
It looked like a group photo of a family of three, and the three people in the photo made him feel very familiar, but there was no way to say their names, as if his throat was blocked by a foreign object.
Just when he was extremely puzzled, there was a sound from the door. "Peter, is the room ready? Remember to come down for dinner later. Your uncle Ben has been promoted and raised his salary, so he specially bought a big meal to celebrate."
The sudden question made him not know what to say for a while, but fortunately, his body could not help but replied at this time: "Good Aunt Mei. Got it, I will go down in a while."
"Peter...Aunt Mei..." His brain seemed to touch some switch, and fragments of memory rushed into his head like a tidal wave.
Many fragments of life that he had never experienced began to be stuffed into the depths of his brain, like a force-feeding duck, and waves of pain came to him head-on.
He began to feel a double image in front of his eyes, and his head hit the floor involuntarily under the pain. He wanted to use this to relieve the severe pain in his head.
Two completely different memories are like two armies, constantly fighting in his mind.On one side are the long and complicated memories of ordinary office workers, and on the other side are the memories of American college students.
Gradually, the two memories began to overlap and merge continuously, making it impossible for him to distinguish which one was the real self for a while.
The sun has gradually shone on his pale face, and his head is blank at this time, and the classic three questions of life can't help appearing in his mind.
who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
After pondering for a long time without getting an answer, Peter got up from the ground with great difficulty, staggered to the bathroom and washed his face.
The cool water slid across his cheeks, which finally eased the pain in his brain. When he raised his head, he saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Looking at himself in the mirror, he became dazed.
"I'm an ordinary office worker...and an American college student...Peter Parker." All kinds of feelings rushed into my heart all of a sudden, and I didn't know what words to use to describe the feelings at this moment.
Knocking his drowsy head, Peter slowly walked back to the room step by step, gradually calming down his mind, and began to sort out the fused memories along the pictures in his mind.
This familiar yet unfamiliar face is an American college student—Peter Parker, with an extremely common name.
Just like the name, in these 18 years Peter's life was like still water, without any waves, living a normal life like ordinary people.
And a month ago, an accident changed everything-Peter was bitten by a spider that fell from the sky at a technology exhibition, and the spider's toxin mutated in his body, thus he gained the spider ability.
At this moment, he could clearly feel that his body was full of rapid and infinite vigor and vitality, and everything in the world seemed to have opened the door to him again.
Looking at the palms of his hands, he saw that they were covered with densely packed small hooks. At the same time, he felt that he could control these hooks. When he moved his heart, the hooks disappeared instantly, and with a little more force, the hooks reappeared.
And the high myopia he used to have disappeared. He can see mosquitoes flying past tens of meters away, and the sound of Aunt Mei's breathing downstairs seems to be ringing in his ears.
It's just that when he saw a light blue schoolbag at the foot of the bed, his memory became confused, as if he had missed some very important details.
With the constant recollection, his head started to hurt again, and he even started to ask himself: This schoolbag should not appear here in his memory, so where should it be placed?
The pain made Peter not want to think anymore. He chose to rush over directly, endured the pain and reached out to pick up his schoolbag to have a look. A large number of hundred-dollar bills piled up came into his eyes.
Doubt came to my mind again, and I simply estimated that there was at least [-] to [-] US dollars in this schoolbag. This is undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but how did he get it.
At the same time, an abrupt voice suddenly appeared in my mind. [The system has successfully traversed, has passed the review of the will of the world, and is temporarily activated. 】
Peter was even more confused, looked around subconsciously, lowered his voice to the lowest and asked, "What are you talking about, who is it? Who is talking to me? Come out."
【系统已准备就绪，进入倒计时5·4·3·2·1。】这个突兀的声音并没有回答彼得的问题，依然在自言自语道。
Accompanied by the final countdown of the voice, Peter felt that there seemed to be something more in his mind, the pain was decreasing, and an explanatory panel was projected in the pupil.
[The host has successfully fused memory and achieved the prerequisites for activating the system. This system has always adhered to the principle of God rewarding hard work, and officially released the task. 】
For this outrageous and shameless principle, Peter just wanted to complain: "Then you should quit the system group chat, and lose the face of the system family."
(End of this chapter)
The setting sun in the next night was particularly bright. The sun shines through the window, bringing a bit of warmth to the room, and a young man lying on the bed is enjoying the baptism from the sun. He seems to be in a half-asleep and half-awake state status.
He felt something was wrong. After all, urban villages in first-tier cities were not entitled to see the sun. He opened his eyes in a daze, staring at the ceiling blankly.
The passage of time caused his state to turn around. He yawned and got up to look around. At this moment, he finally found something wrong.
Everything in the room made him feel strange, he massaged his temples and began to recall what happened yesterday. "It seems that I was drinking at home last night, how did I get to this place, am I still dreaming?"
A series of questions kept coming to his mind, causing his hands to slap his thighs involuntarily, and the instant pain made him completely awake.
"Ah, it really hurts. It doesn't look like I'm dreaming, so what's going on with me now." He pushed the quilt off the bed, rubbed his thighs and began to walk around the room.
Looking up at the whole room, it is clear at a glance that the whole space is not large, but the space is fully utilized, and the light blue wallpaper makes the room tone more peaceful, making people more relaxed.
The items in the room are very complicated, but they are relatively neatly placed on the whole. It seems that the owner of the room knows where his things are placed.
The most conspicuous among them is the poster hanging by the window - Einstein's gaze, which made him more awake.
The desk is filled with all kinds of learning materials, and looking along the top is a variety of photographic works, including landscapes and people.
These arrangements made him speculate that this was a student's room, but this did not bring him much help. Not only did he not solve the doubts in his heart, but it increased.
He looked around again, looking for new clues, and this observation made his eyes shine. The bedside table on the other side caught his attention. There was a rocket model and a photo frame on the cabinet.
Feeling that the truth of the matter was about to be revealed, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, jumped over the bed and picked up the photo frame to watch carefully.
It looked like a group photo of a family of three, and the three people in the photo made him feel very familiar, but there was no way to say their names, as if his throat was blocked by a foreign object.
Just when he was extremely puzzled, there was a sound from the door. "Peter, is the room ready? Remember to come down for dinner later. Your uncle Ben has been promoted and raised his salary, so he specially bought a big meal to celebrate."
The sudden question made him not know what to say for a while, but fortunately, his body could not help but replied at this time: "Good Aunt Mei. Got it, I will go down in a while."
"Peter...Aunt Mei..." His brain seemed to touch some switch, and fragments of memory rushed into his head like a tidal wave.
Many fragments of life that he had never experienced began to be stuffed into the depths of his brain, like a force-feeding duck, and waves of pain came to him head-on.
He began to feel a double image in front of his eyes, and his head hit the floor involuntarily under the pain. He wanted to use this to relieve the severe pain in his head.
Two completely different memories are like two armies, constantly fighting in his mind.On one side are the long and complicated memories of ordinary office workers, and on the other side are the memories of American college students.
Gradually, the two memories began to overlap and merge continuously, making it impossible for him to distinguish which one was the real self for a while.
The sun has gradually shone on his pale face, and his head is blank at this time, and the classic three questions of life can't help appearing in his mind.
who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
After pondering for a long time without getting an answer, Peter got up from the ground with great difficulty, staggered to the bathroom and washed his face.
The cool water slid across his cheeks, which finally eased the pain in his brain. When he raised his head, he saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Looking at himself in the mirror, he became dazed.
"I'm an ordinary office worker...and an American college student...Peter Parker." All kinds of feelings rushed into my heart all of a sudden, and I didn't know what words to use to describe the feelings at this moment.
Knocking his drowsy head, Peter slowly walked back to the room step by step, gradually calming down his mind, and began to sort out the fused memories along the pictures in his mind.
This familiar yet unfamiliar face is an American college student—Peter Parker, with an extremely common name.
Just like the name, in these 18 years Peter's life was like still water, without any waves, living a normal life like ordinary people.
And a month ago, an accident changed everything-Peter was bitten by a spider that fell from the sky at a technology exhibition, and the spider's toxin mutated in his body, thus he gained the spider ability.
At this moment, he could clearly feel that his body was full of rapid and infinite vigor and vitality, and everything in the world seemed to have opened the door to him again.
Looking at the palms of his hands, he saw that they were covered with densely packed small hooks. At the same time, he felt that he could control these hooks. When he moved his heart, the hooks disappeared instantly, and with a little more force, the hooks reappeared.
And the high myopia he used to have disappeared. He can see mosquitoes flying past tens of meters away, and the sound of Aunt Mei's breathing downstairs seems to be ringing in his ears.
It's just that when he saw a light blue schoolbag at the foot of the bed, his memory became confused, as if he had missed some very important details.
With the constant recollection, his head started to hurt again, and he even started to ask himself: This schoolbag should not appear here in his memory, so where should it be placed?
The pain made Peter not want to think anymore. He chose to rush over directly, endured the pain and reached out to pick up his schoolbag to have a look. A large number of hundred-dollar bills piled up came into his eyes.
Doubt came to my mind again, and I simply estimated that there was at least [-] to [-] US dollars in this schoolbag. This is undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but how did he get it.
At the same time, an abrupt voice suddenly appeared in my mind. [The system has successfully traversed, has passed the review of the will of the world, and is temporarily activated. 】
Peter was even more confused, looked around subconsciously, lowered his voice to the lowest and asked, "What are you talking about, who is it? Who is talking to me? Come out."
【系统已准备就绪，进入倒计时5·4·3·2·1。】这个突兀的声音并没有回答彼得的问题，依然在自言自语道。
Accompanied by the final countdown of the voice, Peter felt that there seemed to be something more in his mind, the pain was decreasing, and an explanatory panel was projected in the pupil.
[The host has successfully fused memory and achieved the prerequisites for activating the system. This system has always adhered to the principle of God rewarding hard work, and officially released the task. 】
For this outrageous and shameless principle, Peter just wanted to complain: "Then you should quit the system group chat, and lose the face of the system family."
(End of this chapter)
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