An ordinary human, with no special abilities transmigrates in a world where Gods live among the mortals granting them their blessings to fight against Monsters, the spawn of the Dungeon. If he had reincarnated as anyone else, even as a Weretiger he would have rejoiced and gone on the journey that was both mind-bogglin...
"So..." The stranger took off his hood, and the first thing they saw was a long mass of messy emerald curls. After that they focused on his face, and noticed sharp and confident eyes of the same color. He took his stance. "You wanna fight, too?"
In a reality where Peter Parker died with his parents and another asshole (you) got bit by a radioactive spider instead. Instead Of using your great powers for great responsibility, you use it to take odd jobs and rob other New York criminals while taking on various people bad at their jobs. Kurt don't change the pass...
❝ 𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. ❞ A guy who unfortunately met his death and faced the infamous truck that caused his transmigration. Very typical, right? The only issue here is that he doesn't have a clue about the new world, and little knowledge is grasp...