I Have Superpowers?!

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In the dark alleyway filled with corpses, a figure had emerged.

Her eyes scanned the area as her face showed a disturbed expression. The scene was sickening and would make anyone feel sick to their stomach. Blood, guts and lifeless bodies could be seen scattered around.

"What happened... here?" She muttered. She was the person that had been saved from those men. Yet now, they are all dead here...

These people had been sent after her when she stole some important documents from a notorious figure. She was going to use those documents to try and find a way to deal with Tombstone, the crime overlord of New York.

She went with the alias of Black Cat and had already built some fame for being a skilled thief. However, these men had really searched restlessly for her and eventually found where she was hiding temporarily at.

And well... they had cornered her in this alley.

She felt a little embarrassed. Although she had trained for 2 years, she was still only 16, and she still hasn't accumulated a great deal of experience yet.

After walking through the alleyway, she eventually found him, the person that saved her.

She had come back to see whether he had escaped too.

He was currently lying in a puddle of blood. Whether it was his or from the six men, Felicia wasn't sure.

Felicia's heart raced as she approached him, her eyes scanning his battered form.

The image of her savior, left behind in the alley, had lingered in her thoughts. She couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and unresolved gratitude.

Felicia had come back to check on him. She needed to know if he had escaped too or if he had been left to die, like so many others who had crossed the wrong people in this city...

She knelt beside him, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled down the hood of his jacket. The dim light revealed his young face, marked by pain and exhaustion. His black hair was matted with blood, and his features, though pale, held an unyielding resolve even in unconsciousness.

Feeling his breath, she felt some relief.

"Hang in there," she whispered, her voice soft with concern. She had to act quickly. The sirens in the distance were growing louder, their wail echoing through the narrow streets. Felicia knew that staying here would mean trouble for both of them.

She carefully lifted Sol's body, her strength and agility coming into play as she moved him away from the blood-stained ground. She carried him through the alley, until she found a less conspicuous spot.

Gently, she laid Sol down, making sure he was cushioned as much as possible.

Suddenly, the wail of police sirens grew louder, and Felicia's instincts flared. She had to get out of here before the authorities arrived. She cast a final, worried glance at Sol before slipping back into the shadows.

...

Some time later.

The alley was quiet.

At this moment, Sol's eyes slowly fluttered open as he regained consciousness. He felt a strange mixture of discomfort and confusion. The pain had dulled to a manageable throb, however, his surroundings were unfamiliar.

"What happened..." Sol muttered as he lifted himself off the bin bags.

It was then that scenes flashed in his head. Everything that had transpired. Him saving that girl, being shot and him being on the verge of death. And then that familiar monster that had fused with him.

These scenes shocked him, how was he alive?

It was then that more memories resurfaced. It was foggy, but the sensation he felt back then was as clear as day.

The next scenes made his heart tremble. He saw and remembered how he mercilessly murdered those men — punching holes through them, crushing heads into a pile of bloody mush, ripping out their spines and severing them into two.

Sol felt like vomiting as his mind took a violent shock.

"O-Oh... God. I- I killed them all..." He felt sick to his stomach with how ruthlessly he killed them.

'I- I'm a murderer...'

He had never experienced killing someone before. Moreover, the extent as to how he killed them was even worse.

It was too gruesome...

He felt his world turning blurry as he fought the dizziness.

He wobbled his way out the alley, using the wall as support as he slowly walked back to his home.

Bystanders that saw Sol shot him worried glances. Obviously, this young boy had likely gotten robbed and beaten quite horribly.

His clothes were stained with blood and was torn. Moreover, each step was weak.

However, such scenes were quite common in New York.

Eventually, Sol had arrived back to his apartment as he opened the door. Without greeting his mom, he quickly went to his room. He didn't want to be asked questions and make her worry.

However, his mother had already discovered him as she said.

"Oh sweety you're finally back. What took so long? It had been nearly two hours." Sol's mother asked. She had heard the door open.

Quickly coming up with a response, Sol replied, hiding behind a wall. His clothes were almost completely dyed in blood — he would surely give his mom a heart attack if she saw.

"Ah. Sorry. The shop is currently closed due to some circumstances. I checked a few other stores, but they were also closed. I'm gonna go to bed — really tired." Sol replied, forcing some enthusiasm into his voice. He had dropped the bag of groceries when he attempted to save that woman.

He couldn't catch a good look of that woman he saved due to how dark it was, so Sol was unaware of who she really was. Otherwise, he might have recognised her due to his past life's memories.

"Oh, okay. I'll just go buy it in the morning. Goodnight sweety." His mom said.

Sol gave a small sound before he hastily walked and opened the door to his room.

Thankfully, his mother didn't see the state he was in.

Sol quickly undressed himself, hiding his blood-stained clothes. He then took a shower, cleaning himself of all the blood on his body before he climbed onto his bed. He was so fatigued that it only took a moment before he drifted to sleep.

...

Sol awoke to the sunlight spilling through his window, the soft golden glow warming his face. He groaned softly, feeling regret that he forgot to close his curtains.

His body felt strangely light and he wasn't tired anymore, the fatigue from last night's chaos seemingly gone.

For a moment, everything felt normal — until the memories of the night came crashing back.

He shot upright in bed, his mind racing as he recalled the alleyway, the men, the fight, and... the blood.

His heart pounded in his chest as the full weight of the situation dawned on him. He had been beaten, shot even.

Yet.

He was alive!

And then there was that… thing. That strange, black and purple substance. It had crawled into him, healed him somehow, and then — he clenched his fists.

His mind replayed the brief flashes of violence as the alien had taken over and massacred those men.

Panic began to set in, but he swallowed it down. His body didn't hurt, didn't feel damaged or bruised. In fact, he felt stronger than before. Like whatever had happened to him that night had made him... different.

More powerful...

Still reeling, Sol slipped out of bed, his heart skipping a beat when he saw his blood-stained clothes in the corner, recklessly shoved into his closet before he collapsed into bed the night before. He gave a small sound of relief. At least his mother hadn't seen the state he was in when he snuck back home. God, who knew what she'd say...

He found her scarier than his father.

Sol opened his bedroom door slowly, glancing out to make sure the coast was clear. He silently made his way across the hall, carefully locking himself in the bathroom.

Observing, his reflection in the mirror looked... a little different. The first thing he noticed was how his vision seemed more clearer and sharper. He also noticed the lines of his body was more well defined, filled with vitality.

Staring at the mirror, he mumbled.

"Huh... did I get a little taller?" Sol scrutinised.

Apart from that, he didn't seem too strange.

The hot water from the shower last night had scrubbed away all the remnants of the previous night's horrors. The blood, the grime — all of it erased as if it never happened.

He then examined his skin and found that there wasn't even any scars from those bullet wounds!

Everything was just so... surreal and strange.

That alien he fused with. Although it had been at least 16 years. Wasn't that goo-like creature a symbiote? An alien from Marvel? He remembered it as symbiotes were from the same species as Venom — a famous antagonist of the Spider-Man franchise.

He enjoyed movies in his past life, so something like this was easy to recollect.

That creature that resembled symbiotes had controlled him...

Then there was that system which was the cause of all those things happening to him...

"A system..." Sol muttered. Systems... he also had a vague impression of that. He had seen an anime in his previous life called Solo Leveling where the main character had a system he used to get stronger.

Sol willed in his mind. 'System! Appear!'

As expected, a blue panel appeared in front of him. He felt like he was in a game.

[System has been called. What does the host require?]

Sol felt his eyes beam with joy as he said.

"Show me my stats."

The system immediately displayed his stats.

[Sol Sulvian's Stats:

Class: Superhuman

Title: The Anomaly

Strength: 85

Speed: 140

Endurance: 90

Agility: 105

Reflexes: 125

Durability: 80

Healing Factor: Very High

Gene mutation: Multiversal Jumping Spider

Symbiotic Power (Calamity): Active

Abilities Unlocked: Enhanced physicality, spider senses, wall-climbing, enhanced vision, symbiote fusion, symbiote tendrils, dimension sever, silk creation, devour]

[Host has perfect symbiosis with: Calamity lv1 (Symbiote)]

Sol's eyes widened as he read through the list. Each of his stats seemed quite impressive. His speed, in particular, caught his attention, far outstripping everything else.

Also, multiversal jumping spider? How was this in his stats?

With that thought the system's mechanical voice resounded.

[It had bitten the host, granting you this system and the gene mutation of a type of spider: a jumping spider! Like other Spider-Men, your genetic code now has spider-like traits.]

"What the fuck! I'm a Spider-Man?!" Sol exclaimed.

He thought for a moment, momentarily shocked before curiosity got the better of him. "What's the average stats for a normal human?" Sol asked aloud, wanting to compare himself to the world he'd always known.

[Analysing host's stats before gene mutation...]

[Calculating...]

[Human Average Stats:

Strength: 7

Speed: 8

Endurance: 10

Agility: 9

Reflexes: 12

Durability: 8

Healing Factor: Low]

The system's response made him blink in disbelief. His stats were far beyond anything a normal person could ever reach. It was like comparing a regular human to a superhero — or more specifically, someone like Spider-Man. He was faster, stronger, and more durable, and his reflexes were razor-sharp.

He then placed his attention to the next notable thing.

[Symbiote Fusion: Calamity.]

The name lingered on the screen, and Sol's eyes locked onto it. Something about the name felt... ominous. The panel shifted, revealing more information.

[Calamity (Symbiote): Offspring of the powerful symbiote lineage, born from an offshoot of the infamous symbiote dragon, Knull's descendants. Calamity was created in the darkest depths of space, the void, designed for absolute domination. While weaker than its ancestor, it possesses immense power, capable of enhancing its host to extreme levels and evolving further. Unlike other symbiotes, Calamity has no master and has a higher resistance to fire and sound, seeking only to strengthen itself by merging with a compatible host. It has no sentience, so host has full control of the symbiote's abilities. However, host must master it himself.]

Sol swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. He had merged with something ancient and dangerous — something not meant for ordinary people.

The memories of last night returned. The violence, the bloodshed. That wasn't just him; it was the symbiote. It had a mind of its own, and it almost overtook him, turning him into a weapon of destruction.

But the system had fortunately erased its sentience, leaving him with its power but none of its control.

His fists clenched. 'I actually have powers, haha...' He still found it hard to believe. It was just yesterday that he was just an ordinary person.

Seeing his toothbrush, Sol wanted to try something. Opening his palm and feeling the connection to his symbiote, he manipulated the inky tendril out of his hands. He flicked it towards his toothbrush, but it missed and instead latched onto a bottle of shampoo on his dresser.

"Uh, alright, shampoo it is!" he said, pulling it closer. But as he tugged, the bottle slipped from the dark tendril's grip and shot straight back at his face.

"Whoa!" Sol exclaimed, barely dodging it. The bottle flew past him and crashed against the wall, splattering shampoo everywhere.

"Ehh... well, that's embarassing — not what I expected. Though... I guess everyone in movies that just received their powers starts somewhere..." Sol muttered as he cleaned the mess he just made.