"I am the richest person in the world, and I have power that most people in the world don't have. I don't have the slightest need to wear my expensive mecha and save those who can't even afford me a month's salary.

Ordinary people with only one screw in their body, let alone take such huge risks."

Spider-Man closed his eyes and after a moment of silence, he said: "...With great power comes great responsibility, right?"

Stark didn't answer, he just pointed to his heart.

And Peter already understood what he meant, and he thought he had already given him the answer in his heart.

Facing the rising sun in New York City, Peter and Stark stood at the top of the TV tower, watching the golden light cut through the clouds and coating all the buildings in New York with brilliant gold.

From today on, Peter Parker, Spider-Man, understands a truth——

The so-called heroes are also mortals. They will feel pain, injury, bleeding, loneliness and confusion. The only difference between them and the mediocre ordinary people on the earth is that they have a sense of responsibility that ordinary people do not have, and they will persevere until death.

Great determination for justice.

No one in this world is born with the ability to withstand such severe pain. As they move forward in the darkness, they condense the bones and blood engraved with pain into strong armor on their bodies, and wait until daybreak to use these hard bones to save the world.

Spider-Man stood up from the iron frame of the TV tower for the first time. He had not yet put on Spider-Man's tights, and was not yet that tall and strong, but his soul stood up and became tall, and the raging emotions in his chest

The emotion became a force that spread from his wounds to his whole body.

Facing the first ray of rising sun, he thought, it's dawn——
Chapter completed!