The Founder of Super Spider's—Breeding of the Founder's Species Project

".....97"

"98–Hgh–99.... 100–"

Peter was doing pushups, he was inside of his room once again, seldom himself to the impure outside world. He pushed himself more and more, his naked body was in the exhibition, and his sweat poured down off the mattress, this is the 20th 110 push-up that he kept on repeating. This is the last one.

"1....110! Hagh.... Just like that the expectedly good result." Peter sat his buttocks on the mattress, as he wipe the sweat on his body with a white towel. He was done for the day.

As his breathing calm after the continued exhaustion, Peter gazed at the mysterious black ring with an undoubtedly red thin thread line, the ring was placed on his middle finger.

Then using some sort of mechanism, Peter looked intently at it, as the ring moved and traveled through his wrist, as it becomes a bracelet. Just by seeing this, Peter who wanted to create a Spider Suit was disheartened, after all this Suit was way more awesome than Tony Stark's Iron Man Suit.

Though Peter wasn't making any competition, he liked both of them, it's just that the Suit that he has right now is too advanced. "Hagh–What the fuck I'm even I'm whining for....? I should be grateful that I already have this." He burst out chuckling finding himself a bit childish–or he was.

Thinking of the incident–he released a deep breath, after all, he was almost caught by his Aunt May in a strange suit–he wasn't even making an appearance yet, also he didn't want to tell his Identity as the 'Spider-Man' to May, knowing her attitude and the dangerous path his going to walk, May will certainly will not like it.

Even if Ben was alive too–his version is quite different after all.

Peter then closed his eyes for a moment, as he leaned his back to the underside of the bed.

He was in a state of silence, then suddenly a memory flashed in his head, and Peter when his eyes opened clutched his heart– "Can't you rest in peace–?" He mumbled, as the tragedy of Ben's death appeared, and Old Peter's emotions flared up wildly–Seeing the killer's face, Old Peter was devastated yet wanted to take revenge– "What a troublesome conscious emotion. Rage that was set to kill yet you committed suicide.... idiot."

Peter felt rather annoyed by Old Peter's emotion, it was interfering with him. He preferably did not want this thing to continue, as it may hinder him in the near future–now that he was ready to make a public appearance–this shitty emotion can put him into a dangerous situation–if not him then the one that's close to him.

As Peter calm his heart, his eyes sharply narrowed, and he mumbled with a light smile, "Fine..... I'll do it my own way. I will take revenge for Ben– My Vengeful Predecessor~" his red eyes shone fully remembering Ben's killer–the facial features.

Peter looks down and sighs, it seems that his hands will be dirtied soon.

"..... There is no other way–"

.

.

Meanwhile–

Atop of the Oscorp, a middle-aged man can be seen wearing a black respectable formal clothes, his temperament could be otherworldly if the deep frown with darkened expression was not painted on his face.

It was no other than Norman Osborne–the future Green Goblin and current Father of Harry Osborne.

"S–Sir....." The same White Old man who guided Peter's class was now trembling in fear, as his eyes look at Norman Osborne, who just gaze at him coldly.

"I.... I deeply apologize for my carelessness–plea–please have mercy.... I–" The White Old man keep on stuttering, and this time he fidgeted as Norman Osborne who was sitting on his Presidential Chair-like open his mouth.

"I am sure you knew how precious those successful subjects are, am I correct?" Norman Osborne said.

"O–Of course–!"

Bam!

Norman Osborne slam his palms on the table in front of him, as he startled the Old man and he yelled angrily, "Of course!? Years have been spent to perfect the experiment conducted, but now.... now.... it's gone–it's missing!!!" He lashed out at the Old man, who was now scared after all, it was Norman Osborne who was sitting in front of him.

"I–I will— try to find them again–"

"If you didn't find those two!?"

"....."

"Silence!? Hugh!" Norman Osborne almost exploded, but he heave a deep breath, "Those two founders of Super Spider I–No, we created was the only 2 Leveled Species Spider existed–now that it's gone missing the Project Breeding is fucking gone–all the preparation is fucking useless!"

A vein popped out of Norman Osborne's forehead, and the Old man shakingly look into Norman's eyes, "Crea–"

"Don't even dare to finish your words. Without the two Subjects–The Starting Founder of Super Spider, without a doubt, the remaining Low-leveled Super Spiders taking residential in the Lab will die if those two dies." Norman Osborne coldly stated eyeing the Old man who trembled under his gaze.

The Old man's eyes almost teared up, his breathing too become ragged, his heart pumped, "I–It was due to my cluelessness, I will be accountable for the mistake I've been held to.... But please–sir.... I beg you to not remove me—" Suddenly the Old man's eyes beamed and with dignity and serious eyes he said, "If I can't find a trace of the 2 Super Spiders that have gone missing–I swear to oath my remaining life quickly perfecting the G–Subject–that you sir have been wanting to be completed."

Norman Osborne's eyes suddenly blinked, seeing the Old man's seriousness, after all, he was long acquaintance with this Old man–a genius that's why the new Super Spider was created–it's because of him too. "Good! You only have years–no, I want you to complete that G-Subject Experiment as immediately as you could–start now–I will assign some people to find the trace of those two slippery insects...."

The Old man's eyes lighten, as he nodded and with a relieved sigh, "T....Thank you for such consideration–"

"Go!"

"Y–Yes.... Yes...!"

Looking at the Old man's back, as the door of Norman's office closed, suddenly his eyes knitted and an intent to kill was shown, he was thinking of disposing of the Scientist–The old man, if he didn't fulfill those words and also–if Norman Osborne couldn't find a trace of those Spiders.

Ring!

Suddenly, his phone rang and Norman look at the caller, "Harry—?" He ignored it, as he remembered a certain genius in his Oscorp industries.

"Dr. Connor's....."

.

.

.

.

Fate moves in a different direction for any other Origin on this World or Multiverse— A Single thread cut can affect the V–erses greatly.

Only the future can see what awaits in this World, just like what's currently happening in a certain household–

Inside of a collage female room, a beautiful girl was laying breathing hard on the floor, she had a bob-cut hairstyle with black color, her eyed has brown irises, and sharp black eyebrows, and the edge of his nose was highly fitted on her facial shape line, red-pinkish tempting lips that were bitten, wearing on her underwear, she breathed hardly gasping for air as she looks at her ankle where a tiny bit of wound was seen, it was bitten–her eyes almost rolled up from the pain she was receiving but, she grabbed a clothe and stuck it on her mouth.

"Hufg...! Haghh—" she has a light skin color, with a race of Korean-American....

Her name was...

.

.

.

.

A/N: Hey it's been long, I didn't upload chap because I'm too busy playing Genshin Impact, I recently bought a new phone–also I have a job so updating my schedule is nonexistent.

I deeply apologize–

Your loving Author.

This is just an FF also a trash one—Some character's personality wouldn't match their original so i'm sorry.