You know… ever since I was transmigrated… Uncle Ben—yes, my Uncle Ben—taught me from an early age that everyone has responsibilities. I still remember a line from an animated series in my old world. A villain once said: a real man must fulfill his responsibilities.
But… this burden is too heavy for me now.
…
At the top of the bridge in New York—the same bridge where Gwen Stacy died—there knelt the figure of your friendly neighborhood hero.
But it wasn't Peter.
It was a soul from another Earth.
His name was Jin Parker.
He had taken Peter Parker's place the moment he was born. And yet… no matter the universe, a Parker is always caught in the web.
He knelt there in the rain, his suit torn in multiple places. One of his arms was exposed down to raw flesh. He had just fought the Sinister Six. He had no real complaints about his life…
Except one.
The mask.
For years, he understood what it meant to be a totem. He endured every event, every loss, every tragedy—believing that someday another Spider might rise and do better. He believed he had to endure it all.
But what had the Spider-God ever done for him?
Nothing.
He never had the cocoon event.
He never went to space.
He never found some miracle serum to elevate his power.
"I'm tired, Gwen…" he whispered into the rain, as if expecting her voice to answer back. If he could hear even a single word from her, he would accept it. He knew she had betrayed him once. He forgave her anyway. Revenge was never fulfillment—it only kills the target and poisons the one who carries it.
"Today was one of the worst days… My web shooters are clogging again. My powers are failing more often. I'm exhausted… Uncle Ben… I wish you could give me one more piece of advice…"
Rain poured over him as he tilted his head upward.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. wants me dead—or locked in a lab—because of Maria Hill. Stark only cares about Morales. Aunt May… she's mentally unstable after so many repeated losses. I don't know how much longer I can keep going…"
His voice cracked with the storm.
"I've had many romantic partners… but only one showed me the truly happy side of life. Even though she was a villain… she never attacked me. She taught me. She loved me. Delia… I hope you meet my uncle someday…"
The clouds parted slightly, revealing a sky full of stars.
"Black Cat left because of prejudice. Mary Jane left after marrying Paul. Captain Marvel flew back to the stars. Natasha… I cared for her, and then I was discarded. Felicia wanted Spider-Man—not Jin…"
Part of his mask had been torn away, exposing one eye—clouded slightly white at the pupil.
"You know, Uncle… sometimes I wonder what your real nephew would've done."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold necklace. Inside was a photo. A younger version of himself wearing a white sweater, brown hair with faint golden streaks, smiling gently. Behind him stood a tall woman with white hair tied in a bun, wearing a dark veil that revealed only one glowing white eye. She wore an elegant yet provocative dress—but her smile was soft. Loving.
"Heh… I hope you're still smiling like that when we meet again…"
He placed the necklace around his neck.
Then he pulled out a gun.
Not just any gun.
The same kind of weapon that started everything in the first place.
"Sometimes when I close my eyes… I still remember how you trained me, Delia. You were my type and I didn't even know it. Tall. Confident. Older than me… but never older than twenty-five…"
He removed the magazine.
One bullet.
Just one.
He would do it.
But he would leave New York with one final message.
"Sometimes I remember being excited about a Freddie Mercury show but not having money for a ticket… and you'd find me listening to his songs while sewing my suit by hand. Then you'd just take me there…"
He inserted the magazine back into the gun.
A web line wrapped gently around his neck, anchoring him.
He pressed the barrel to the side of his head.
"See you later… shitty world."
He stepped off the bridge.
Bang.
…
{Breaking News… Spider-Man is dead.}
A helicopter hovered near the bridge. Cameras captured the image of Jin's body hanging from a web line.
{At approximately 2:00 a.m., the hero known as Spider-Man—secret identity confirmed as Jin Parker—was found deceased. His legal guardian is with us live.}
Inside a small house, Aunt May sat holding the necklace in trembling hands. Tear stains marked her face.
"He was always a good boy… Even when he thought about giving up the mask, he always came to me. I remember the first time… He came home in the Spider-Man suit and just broke down crying. 'I couldn't save her, Aunt May… Is being Spider-Man still worth it?'"
Her voice faltered.
"It broke my heart seeing my little boy like that… But what shattered me most… was not hearing a final goodbye…"
Her voice finally broke.
{This is Alex Lois reporting… God have mercy on us all.}
End of Prologue.