Chapter 1 - I am Spider Tobey

"WAKE UP!"
 "HUH?!" I woke up startled by a deafening and thunderous voice echoing as if in an endless void.

Opening my eyes in shock and barely recognizing my surroundings, I saw only absolute darkness, as if everything had ceased to exist.

"Hey, you. You’re finally awake!" The voice spoke again, coming from behind me.

Frightened, I turned around and saw Thor, the god of thunder himself… the MCU version, in flesh and blood.

"Are you Thor?!" I blurted out in disbelief. And at no point did it cross my mind that it was impossible for him to be Thor. After all, after finding yourself in the void, you stop doubting things so much.

"Hahaha, sorry, my child, but I’m not Thor. I just thought it was amusing that, as you fanfiction readers call them, 'ROBs' often use the appearance of characters like Morgan Freeman, Stan Lee, and others when meeting mortals. So I tried to innovate, and here we are, hahaha.

And before you ask, I have no name, but I am called by many names. Just refer to me however you like," said Thor with a goofy smile in a welcoming tone.

"Wow, that’s a lot of information, even though you didn’t actually say much. But it leads to many conclusions because your tone seems to confirm the existence of ROBs. Wait, if that’s the case, how does all of this work? Is it the multiverse? Infinite universes? Humans creating things with their imaginations? Thor is a good choice for an appearance, though I sometimes find the character a bit dumb. But he’s a cool guy, and the actor is very handsome too—except when they make him fat. Oh, I forgot to say my name! I’m Peter, nice to meet you! And why don’t you have a name? Couldn’t you just—"

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down. You’re talking way too much. Take a deep breath… even though there’s no air here…" Thor said with an ironic smile, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Inhale Exhale Sorry, I tend to talk too much when I’m nervous, haha…" I replied with a nervous laugh, not realizing that I had actually inhaled and exhaled in the void.

"Hahaha, it’s alright, my boy, no need to be nervous. Well, let’s speed things up. I am the creator of the omniverse!" He declared, his final words echoing thunderously. A bolt of lightning even tore through the sky.

He then continued, "But by observing the universe, I suspect that there are infinite versions of 'me,' just as there are infinite gods below me who believe they created the multiverse. This leads me to think that there are gods above me who created the universe I believe I created… well, it’s kind of confusing, but that doesn’t matter. Just understand that the universe is infinite and has its sectors, which practically never interact with other sectors—unless they were made to interact with them. Okay, just ignore everything I just said… looks like I tend to talk too much too." Seeing that I understood but that he was about to make things too confusing, he cut himself off. And once again, he whispered something at the end but quickly moved on.

"Sigh What I want to tell you is that I’m going to reincarnate you, so I don’t want you, like other 'MCs,' to think that everything is fake or that something isn’t canon. Just understand that the universe is infinite. An example would be the author of Naruto, Kishimoto, a man who wrote a very entertaining story. He didn’t have a vision or a connection to another world or anything like that—he simply used his talent and wrote. In the universe, all kinds of possibilities exist. There are worlds exactly like those depicted by Kishimoto. Just as a romance novel author might write a story that actually happened in the 'real world' without knowing it, simply by coincidence. Of course, as I said, infinite possibilities—so there really are universes created by a Kishimoto or that a Kishimoto saw in dreams. But that’s not the point," he explained while creating a beautiful golden throne encrusted with jewels to sit on, as well as a simple wooden chair for me.

I admit I felt a little envious—sitting on a golden throne is pretty badass… wait, did he say reincarnation?!

"Sir, are you really going to reincarnate me? Will I get wishes? If so, how many? Oh no, what about my family on Earth? Where will I be reincarnated? Can I—" I started bombarding him with questions again. I didn’t want to annoy him, but I just couldn’t help it. I guess even in my current soul form, old habits don’t die.

"Hey, hey, easy, boy, haha. About your family, don’t worry. When you gain enough power, the concept of time won’t matter anymore. You’ll be able to arrive at any point in time on your old Earth—past, future, present, it doesn’t matter. Of course, as long as you don’t die before that. But even if you do, you’re already dead on your Earth, so it doesn’t really matter," he said as if the concept of time was nothing. And to him, it probably wasn’t.

Sigh Looks like there’s nothing I can do about it. If I can return and see my family one day, that would be nice. But it’s best not to dwell on these thoughts. I can’t simply forget them, but I’ll keep them in my heart and move forward. Getting depressed will only lower my chances of seeing them again.

I didn’t have much time to think or ask anything before he spoke again.

"Now that we’ve settled that, let’s talk about the world you’ll be sent to. You will be sent to the Spider-Man universe of Tobey Maguire as none other than Peter B. Parker—the one and only spider menace, hahaha. I love that title J.J., son of Jame, gave him," Thor said, clearly amused, especially at the "son of Jame" part.

I admit I had mixed emotions upon hearing that I’d become Tobey’s Peter Parker. I had always loved the character since I was a child—we shared the same name, he was a cool guy, a genius, and above all, he could stick to walls and shoot webs. Though, he was pretty awkward when talking to women.

But when it comes to actually becoming him… I admit I felt nervous. After all, he’s not one of the strongest heroes, he isn’t immortal, he doesn’t have super regeneration, and being in Tobey’s universe, my options for becoming stronger and immortal would be severely limited.

Although, I have quite a bit of confidence in finding a way—using Spidey’s intellect alongside my creativity as a reincarnator.

Sensing my insecurities, Thor said, "Don’t worry, kid. You will receive wishes."

I won’t deny it—my eyes must have lit up at that moment. 90% of my concerns vanished with that one sentence. And just imagining the possibilities, I knew this was going to be extremely fun.

"What…" Before I could say anything, Thor cut me off.

"Well, no more stalling—let’s get to the wishes. Here’s how it will work: I will read your mind and select wishes that I find fun for you to receive. There will be no wish limit—as long as I find it amusing, you’ll get it. And unfortunately for you, I won’t give you any supernatural powers. You’ll only receive assistance and advantages for your future, hehe. After all, it has to be entertaining. Now, let’s begin the mind reading, hehe."

As he finished speaking, he placed his hand on my head before I even had time to think or react.