The first day of school at National High always carried a spark, and after the long break, the campus buzzed again with the restless energy of new students pouring through the gates.
"Hey! William—what are you staring at?"A tall boy in a tracksuit, pale-skinned and brown-haired, nudged his friend's shoulder.
"Huh? What? Oh—nothing." William blinked hard, as if waking from a trance.
"It's just… my first day in high school. Still getting used to the idea."
"Come on, let's head in."His eyes darted away, and he slipped past the crowd before his friend could say anything else.
"Hey! Don't just leave me here!" the tall boy yelped, scrambling after him.
William kept his head low as he walked deeper into campus, but inside, panic churned like a storm.
'System… what is this mission?'
'What kind of ridiculous task did you dump on me this time?!'
As soon as the thought formed, a bright, sing-song voice echoed in his mind.
'What's wrong?'
'Did my dear host find today's mission too difficult?'
He winced.
'No, I found it insane, that's what.'
William Lopez—Willy to the people who actually mattered—carried a name stitched from two worlds. His mother was American, his father Spanish, the kind whose ancestors had crossed an ocean generations ago and never looked back.
The mix blessed him in a way he never asked for but everyone else seemed to notice: sharply defined features softened by delicate lines, warm brown hair, equally warm eyes, a face that made people look twice even when he wished they wouldn't.
But In truth, Willy wasn't just another nervous freshman—he was a transmigrator, the kind that only appeared in those late-night web novels he used to read during his internship breaks.
In his previous life, he'd been an ordinary graduate in Spain, still stumbling through an unpaid internship, when one careless touch of an exposed wire sent a surge of electricity ripping through him… and he woke up in the United States, in a different body, with a different family.
At first, he assumed he had simply been reborn.
Nothing more.
No nonsense.
No cosmic jokes.
But little signs began to creep in.
First was Captain America—the Captain America—whose World War II exploits were proudly displayed in the National Memorial Museum as if they weren't just stories told in comic books.
Then came the unmistakable silhouette of Stark Tower rising over New York, impossible to miss even from a distance.
With every passing year, every headline, every history lesson, Willy's suspicion hardened into certainty.
This isn't just a new life.
This is the Marvel world.
The Marvel world… with superheroes who can level a city just by waking up cranky.
Even coming from a generation that joked about transmigration daily, ending up here still rattled him to the core.
And just when he thought it couldn't get stranger, the system appeared—quietly, without warning, like a parasite whispering orders into the back of his mind.
'Great,' he remembered thinking, 'I didn't just reincarnate into Marvel… I got DLC forced into my skull.'
Willy had no grand ambitions of becoming a world-saving hero.
That was someone else's job—preferably someone bulletproof.
He just wanted a quiet life with the family he'd been given, a family far more whole and loving than the one he left behind in Spain.
But the system wouldn't leave him alone.
It tossed out missions at random, each one more ridiculous than the last:
Puncture the tire of that stranger's car.
Ruin the old woman's garden.
Go winter swimming at minus ten degrees Celsius.
Willy still winced thinking about that one.
And then there was the moment the system demanded he hand over all his pocket money to a homeless man on the street.
'That was my X-BOX fund,' he thought bitterly.
My hard-earned, chore-filled, month-long X-BOX fund…
Whenever the system issued tasks, rewards and punishments followed like fine print on a cursed contract.
The small missions earned him one to five reward points; ignoring them usually led to humiliating penalties.
One time the system even threatened him.
Failure will result in: kissing the nearest man.
Willy had completed that mission very quickly.
The reward points were tempting—dangerously tempting.
You could exchange them for anything in the system's store, and some items were the kind of things Willy had only dreamed of having.
So over the years, he begrudgingly did what the system demanded, each task becoming another memory he preferred not to revisit.
But today… today's mission was something else entirely.
The moment it appeared in his mind, Willy froze.
"You're asking me what's wrong? Seriously?"
Willy kept walking with his head down, his pace quickening as irritation built in his chest.
'Disrupt the relationship between Peter Parker and Harry Osborn.
Reward: fifty thousand reward points.
No penalty for declining or failing.'
He repeated the mission in his mind, almost hoping he had misread it.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"That's the mission you just dropped on me!"
Fifty thousand points.
The number alone felt unreal—so high it bordered on absurd.
In sixteen years of being tethered to this system, he had never seen a mission even remotely close to that.
And no penalty? When had the system ever been this… charitable?
The system, of course, sounded completely unfazed.
What's the issue?
High reward, zero risk.
Most hosts would cry tears of joy for an opportunity like this.
"That's not the point," Willy snapped back internally.
"It feels too easy."
"And since when have you bcome too generous."
"And the targets are Peter and Harry?"
"I know who they're supposed to become."
"Peter turns into Spider-Man, Harry ends up… well, not great. Messing with their friendship isn't exactly a harmless prank."
Years of dealing with the system's bizarre demands had sharpened his instincts.
This mission carried a different kind of weight—an undercurrent he couldn't name but felt pressed against his ribs.
The system ignored his concerns entirely.
So?
Are you saying you don't plan to accept it?