Chapter 33: Destined to Become a Classic Party

Peter had no idea that he had stepped into the arena of the Shura, nor did he feel like it was one. He hadn't even held a girl's hand; how could he consider himself in a romantic relationship with anyone else?

As a poor boy who had lost his parents at a young age, raised by his uncle and aunt, and grew up labeled as impoverished, Peter had never experienced this kind of attention before. He wasn't ugly, but in an elite high school filled with the children of the rich and powerful, a poor kid like him dreaming of being surrounded by beautiful girls was beyond wishful thinking.

But he had succeeded, triumphing in the realm of men by defeating the muscular bully, Eugene "Lightning" Thompson, who had tormented his classmates and silenced them. In this moment, he was the ordinary hero who had defeated the evil overlord.

The enthusiasm of his classmates was beyond imagination. Peter even deliberately or unintentionally hugged each of the girls who came forward to kiss him... well, except for Liz. There were also Michelle and many other girls who came up to hug him, not directly kissing him, but at least kissing his cheek.

In the blink of an eye, his face and neck were covered in lipstick marks from different girls.

Every American high school student was a walking hormone. Peter, at this moment, was far from being modest. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Under the dazzling lights around the boxing ring, amidst the praises and adoration of the beautiful girls, Peter occasionally raised his fist high.

However, this proud display didn't escape Gwen's eyes, and she found it somewhat awkward.

Angtou rested her chin on her hand, watching Gwen's distracted expression. Angtou couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Girl, you've already lost."

If it weren't for this unexpected boxing match, Peter's harem of admirers might not have appeared so soon. When Peter was penniless, Gwen might have had a chance with him. Unfortunately, the timing was off.

It's not that childhood sweethearts can never win against newcomers.

The key was that Peter had lived a repressed life before.

A poor kid who could barely afford tuition, hitching rides with neighbors to school every day, and passively accepting various favors. While George Stacy's help was undoubtedly well-intentioned, Peter knew that the emotional strain caused by the gap in status and wealth was insurmountable.

Think about it. If an ordinary Peter, not Spider-Man, married Gwen, or rather, became a son-in-law in the Stacy family, Peter wouldn't necessarily be happy in his daily life. Oppression would accompany him throughout his life until he succeeded in his career and became wealthy, which might gradually erase it.

On one side, there was the childhood friend Gwen, who had a beautiful face but would bring him emotional oppression. On the other side, there was Liz, who had no previous connection but had a unique charm and was sensually beautiful, or other beautiful women... how would Peter choose? No need to ask; it was obvious.

Moreover, in the open-minded United States, girls didn't have the concept of restraint.

A good man had to be snatched!

Seeing Peter's popularity, amid the noisy atmosphere, Liz enthusiastically invited Peter, "Hey, Peter, I'm having a grand party at my house this weekend. Would you like to come with me?"

"A party? Uh, sure."

Which American high school student wouldn't want to be the star of a party?

Peter agreed almost without hesitation.

At this moment, naive Peter had no idea that Liz's father was the supervillain Vulture, about to wreak havoc in New York.

Could he handle this kind of fortune? No one knew.

The VIP seats at the boxing ring were the closest seats, and Peter's voice reached Gwen's ears clearly. Her reaction was quite interesting—Angtou noticed her pursed lips and clenched fists.

Angtou just wanted to laugh. In the comics and movies, Spider-Man Peter had dozens of girlfriends, and even if he stumbled in his relationships, it was his own doing.

Angtou was just here for the entertainment.

Suddenly, in the noisy crowd, Angtou saw a blond guy with a large quiff and a slightly mature appearance—Harry Osborn!

This only child of the Osborn family was Peter's childhood friend. But wasn't he sent to a boarding school by his father, Norman Osborn?

His presence here meant that Norman might be in trouble, right?

Had the Wheel of Fate turned another cycle?

What's interesting was that Harry was staring intently at Liz, who was clinging to Peter like a koala.

"Haha!" Angtou couldn't help but laugh again.

In the comics, Liz was married to Harry Osborn, but in the movies, Peter had a crush on her.

Angtou had no idea which historical timeline this chaotic world was following.

Anyway...

The fun never stops!

Every day brings new gossip!

Harry approached, hugged Peter, and said, "Hey, buddy."

Peter widened his eyes, equally surprised, and said, "Harry? What are you doing here?"

"I happened to have some business at home and thought I'd drop by to see if I could run into you. I didn't expect to witness such an exciting show when I arrived. Great fight, buddy!"

Peter felt a little embarrassed.

At this point, Liz, who was standing nearby, recognized the son of the Osborn family. "We're having a party at my place this weekend. Will you come, Harry?"

Harry blinked mysteriously. "Of course!"

What's even more amusing was that at this moment, Black Canary Miss (Dinah Laurel Lance) seemed to be in some mood. She approached from behind and spoke in a voice Gwen could hear, "Boss, Mr. Tombs, Liz's father, sent you an invitation to the party this weekend."

This wasn't surprising; all the elites in New York knew that there was a rich guy from Gotham planning to invest in New York.

Do you know what's terrifying about gatherings?

It's when a bunch of people gather to discuss a project, and when everything's set up, they realize that everyone there is the second party, and there isn't a single first party.

Tombs probably didn't really need Angtou's money, but having a benefactor appear at his party would undoubtedly enhance Tombs' status.

Besides that, what Angtou valued more were the identities of these people: Spider-Man and his countless ex-girlfriends, the Green Goblin's second generation, the wife of the Green Goblin's second generation, the Vulture, and the Vulture's daughter. If you added up their historical identities, you'd get a review that the high society was truly chaotic.

In that case, why not add "Godslayer Angtou," "Ghost Spider Gwen," and "Black Canary" to the mix?

Angtou smiled. "What a coincidence, then! I'll go take a look. Unfortunately, I lack a beautiful companion."

Someone threw out a hook without bait.

This kind of play, where the willing were caught, was not something ordinary people could learn.

Gwen was indeed upset.

It wasn't that she didn't have feelings for Peter, but from childhood to adulthood, she had always been the dominant one in their relationship.

Now their positions had subtly changed.

Peter had risen.

If Peter had risen through his own efforts or luck, Gwen would have had no objections. The tricky part was that, in this life, Peter had become Spider-Man by using the mutated spider she had hidden away, setting the stage for him to become the hero who defeated villains today.

How could Gwen be pleased with that?

She could, of course, gain the right to attend the party directly through Liz. But that would weaken her position one step further. She was just the daughter of a police commissioner, essentially a working-class family, much like Peter's. And the fact that she was asking him to come to her party was an acknowledgment of her lower status.

Liz's family, on the other hand, lived in a mansion in the Upper East Side of Manhattan!

In this way, Gwen couldn't help but feel somewhat inferior to Liz.

Although they didn't have a romantic relationship in this life, these "ex-girlfriend" type of emotions were the most subtle.

Throughout history, when a former girlfriend attended her former boyfriend's wedding or similar events, she would even go so far as to hire a chief hairdresser just for a hairstyle.

How could she lose in momentum?

Facing Angtou's hook, even though Gwen knew that Angtou might not have good intentions, she wasn't afraid, relying on her identity as the female Spider-Man.

She smiled and said, "What a coincidence. I happen to be free this weekend. If Mr. Angtou doesn't mind, I can be your companion."

"It's my honor." Angtou gallantly accepted Gwen's delicate hand and performed a gentlemanly hand-kissing gesture.

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