10:30 PM.
For a high school student, this time wasn't early, but it was just at the threshold where elders wouldn't worry too much.
Peter pushed open the door to his home; not a hint of gunpowder or blood could be smelled on him.
The power of the horse talisman had long since erased all traces, even restoring his hoodie—which had become tattered in the fierce battle—to its "factory settings," looking as clean as if its tags had just been removed.
As for the two cases of US dollars and Daredevil's full set of equipment, he had already shoved them through his bedroom window ahead of time... "Peter, you're back."
In the living room, Aunt May and Uncle Ben were sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing Peter return, gentle smiles appeared on their faces.
"Yeah, sorry I'm back late."
Peter lied without blinking, pushing all the blame for his late return onto Gwen:
"Today's lesson was clearly quite simple, but for some reason, even after I explained it many times, Gwen kept saying there were parts she didn't understand..."
Sure enough, hearing this "innocent" explanation, Uncle Ben and Aunt May's attention was instantly drawn:
"It's not late, not late. That girl Gwen is just trying to catch up with her studies."
"Peter, you have to understand her. You need to be more of a gentleman and have more patience with girls."
The old couple earnestly lectured Peter, not forgetting to exchange a glance, both reading a hint of helplessness in the other's eyes.
They didn't know when their silly nephew would finally wise up... After fooling Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Peter quietly returned to his room and immediately opened the two briefcases.
The fragrance of ink, mixed with the unique decadent scent of money, filled the air.
After a simple count, an exact figure surfaced in his mind.
Four million US dollars.
For him at this stage, this was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.
Although it couldn't see the light of day and couldn't be deposited in a bank.
But breaking it down to buy some precision instruments, adding necessary equipment and props, or even quietly improving his family's living conditions, was more than enough.
After taking out a stack of dollars and pulling out a dozen or so to put in his wallet, Peter stuffed the two briefcases under his bed and turned his gaze to Daredevil's equipment.
He reached out and grabbed Daredevil's short baton. As soon as it was in his hand, a system prompt appeared in his mind:
[Detectable blue item for sacrifice: Daredevil's Multi-functional Billy Club]
[Daredevil's exclusive weapon, made of aircraft-grade aluminum alloy with a built-in high-strength cable. Daredevil has solved many troublesome enemies with it, and this baton has witnessed his entire journey from a rookie to becoming Kingpin's major headache.]
[Sacrifice to obtain points: 1000. Sacrifice now?]
"Only blue quality?"
Peter's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He felt the system was being a bit stingy.
But on second thought, he let it go.
According to the information he had gathered since transmigrating, the current Daredevil had only been active for a year or two and was far from his future peak.
This baton itself wasn't made of rare metals like Vibranium or Adamantium; its value was indeed limited.
Moreover, in the original comics, Daredevil's weapons had undergone several iterative upgrades, unlike Captain America's shield which remained the same throughout.
For such transitional equipment to be rated at 1000 points was already thanks to Daredevil himself.
"Even a mosquito's leg is still meat."
With that thought, Peter still chose to sacrifice it.
After all, with his current genius mind and those four million dollars, he could create similar equipment anytime.
But blue items worth 1000 sacrifice points weren't something he'd encounter every day.
[Current sacrifice points: 3000]
After looking at the system balance with satisfaction, Peter's gaze finally landed on that dark red skin-tight suit.
Because sacrificing items related to the same character has a six-month cooldown, this suit didn't trigger a sacrifice point prompt.
(The spider corpse belongs to Spider-Man, the decay rate notes belong to Peter's parents, so there's no setting conflict.)
His fingertips lightly brushed over the suit; it felt tough yet elastic to the touch.
This was a special material primarily made of Kevlar fiber, which not only possessed top-tier abrasion and puncture resistance but also balanced breathability and flexibility.
For Peter right now, this was simply the most ideal material for his first-generation suit.
"Kevlar fiber, huh..."
Looking at the thousand-plus dollars in his wallet, Peter didn't hesitate. He pulled up his hood, opened the window, jumped down from the second floor, and headed straight for a nearby industrial supply store.
Before long, Peter returned carrying a large shopping bag.
Inside were rolls of finished Kevlar fabric, along with a tactical belt and a pair of black combat boots.
With that, all the materials for making the suit were ready, and Peter immediately got to work.
Taking a break, Peter opened his computer to check a local New York web forum.
Soon, he found a post that had been pushed to the top:
[Masked Heroine Spotted Fighting Crime Late at Night in Queens!]
A photo was attached below the post.
The photo's resolution was low, the shooting angle was awkward, and the image was blurry—clearly a snapshot taken by a panicked citizen on their phone.
Although the photo was blurry, Peter recognized the classic suit in the photo at a glance.
That iconic black-and-white skin-tight suit, and... the emerald-green ballet shoes that were full of things to complain about.
It was exactly Gwen's Ghost-Spider suit!
Looking at the blurry photo, the corners of Peter's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly into a smile that was part playful and part appreciative.
Gwen's movements were even faster than he had imagined.
She had actually completed the entire set of equipment, including the web-shooters, in just one day.
"In that case, I can't slack off either!"
At that thought, Peter's movements quickened slightly.
When the morning sun shone through the window into the bedroom, Peter's suit was finally completed.
In Peter's original vision, the suit was supposed to be primarily black and gold, but because he had used some materials from Daredevil's suit, the originally black and gold suit had to be modified into black and red.
He put on the suit to get a feel for it; the fit was just right, it was very supportive, and more importantly... it was much more stylish than Gwen's ballet outfit!
After stuffing the suit into his backpack for emergencies, Peter, having finished breakfast, took the school bus as usual.
Today, Gwen hadn't taken the day off, but she still looked unhappy as she sat in her seat, holding a classic copy of the Daily Bugle.
Peter sat down next to Gwen and instinctively glanced at the newspaper, almost bursting out laughing on the spot.
The front-page headline of the Daily Bugle today was—
"Shocking: Dog-Eat-Dog Tragedy at Pier 9! Over a Dozen Gang Members Bleed Out at the Docks, Dying Miserably!"