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The essence of humanity, as always, proved irresistibly curious.
In the days that followed the "Oasis" marketing explosion, the internet was flooded with criticism. Thousands of comments, threads, and videos condemned the mysterious game. People ranted about the misleading trailer, the use of iconic superheroes, and Hulk's "sell-out" behavior. They accused the developers of using deception and celebrity exploitation just to advertise a game.
But the numbers told a different story.
Despite the backlash, the number of people signing up for the Oasis Pioneer Experience Program skyrocketed every day. It was as if controversy only fueled the fire. Curiosity—especially the kind that had no answers—was a powerful motivator.
After all, how could anyone resist a game that Iron Man played obsessively and Hulk fought to possess?
Half a month later, the list of selected participants was finally announced.
More than one million people across over 13,000 cities received the coveted invitation—and celebrated wildly. Social media platforms erupted with excitement as winners posted pictures of their confirmation messages and delivery boxes.
But for every winner, there were a hundred who didn't make the cut. And so, the second wave of backlash began.
Frustrated netizens took to forums and videos once again, venting their disappointment and launching fresh tirades against the developers. Many began seeking out the lucky winners around them, hoping to pry details about the game firsthand.
The winners, however, were far too busy to care.
As soon as they received the Oasis bracelet, they were completely absorbed—lost in the dreamlike experience of the Second World. They disappeared from group chats, ignored messages, and vanished into the depths of the new virtual frontier.
One such lucky winner was Gwen Stacy.
At the home of Police Chief George Stacy, the day started like any other. Gwen returned from school, tossing her backpack onto the couch and heading straight to the mailbox, a habit she rarely skipped.
But today, something unexpected caught her eye.
A package with her name on it.
She froze.
"I didn't order anything... did I?"
Her heart began to race. Hands trembling slightly, she ripped open the package and revealed a sleek black bracelet—the exact same one she had seen in countless viral videos.
Her mouth dropped open.
"Oh my God…"
She nearly jumped from the front porch in excitement. Of all the people in Twisting City—more than eight million residents—she had been chosen as one of the hundred players?
"How lucky can one girl be?!"
A few weeks ago, Gwen had hesitated about enrolling at the newly restructured Xavier's School. Despite her spider-enhanced abilities, she wasn't technically a mutant. Her powers came from a radioactive spider bite, not genetic mutation. Her parents, especially her protective father, were also reluctant.
So, she passed on the offer.
That decision had left her feeling disconnected, like she'd missed her chance to belong to the world of superhumans. It made her all the more invested in stories involving mutants. When she saw Hulk endorsing Oasis, she'd signed up on a whim, hoping for a miracle.
She never imagined she'd actually get in.
Grabbing the bracelet, she dashed upstairs and locked herself in her room. She didn't even bother changing clothes.
She slipped the band onto her wrist.
Ding!
The bracelet hummed to life, resizing itself instantly to fit her wrist. A red light scanned her body from head to toe, and before she could react, the room around her vanished.
A swirling vortex engulfed her.
She was no longer on Earth.
Instead, she floated above it—gazing at the vast blue planet below, bathed in celestial light. The view was breathtaking, as if she stood on the edge of reality.
Her senses reeled.
"My spider-sense... it's gone?"
A mechanical voice rang in her ear.
[Please name your character.]
Her mouth fell open again.
"So this really isn't a VR simulation. It's something else. How is this even possible from just a bracelet?"
Gwen was an honors student in college and had always prided herself on her scientific curiosity. But the bracelet defied all logic. It felt like she had either transported her physical body or transferred her consciousness into another dimension.
With no other option, she began creating her in-game avatar.
Naturally, she chose the identity that resonated most with her real-life self.
[Player Name: Ghost Spider]
[Identity: Student]
[Ability: Gene Ascension – To Be Activated]
[Strength: Level 4 | Intelligence: Level 4 | Speed: Level 3 | Endurance: Level 3]
[Skills: To Be Activated]
[Equipment: None]
[Inventory: None]
[Currency: 0 Gold Coins]
"Gene ascension? Level 4 strength? What does that mean?"
As she mulled over the stats, she was suddenly teleported to a bustling alleyway in a digital replica of Twisting City. The buildings looked familiar. The sounds of cars, chatter, and street vendors echoed in the distance.
Out of curiosity, Gwen threw a casual punch at the wall beside her.
BOOM!
Concrete exploded. Steel beams bent.
Her eyes widened in awe.
"Great crab cakes! That was... just like me in real life!"
Her suspicions were confirmed. The game had replicated her physical stats perfectly. It didn't just simulate superpowers—it scanned and recreated them.
"This game wasn't made for normal people," she muttered. "It's for people like me… superhumans."
Suddenly, everything made sense. Hulk's involvement, the cryptic teaser videos, the lack of traditional gameplay trailers.
This wasn't just a game—it was a training ground.
A portable, customizable simulation for people with powers.
And the system knew.
She took a deep breath and allowed the bracelet to activate her "ability."
[Ability Unlocked: Spider Gene]
[Skills: Spider Sense, Enhanced Agility, Wall Crawling, Self-Healing Factor]
She was no longer just Ghost Spider in name.
She had become a full-fledged combatant in the Oasis.
The first thing she did was check the dungeon list. She spotted an instance labeled "Fast and Furious."
"Why not?"
She leapt into the simulation.
In this dungeon, Gwen went wild. She fought mobsters, smuggling rings, corrupt FBI agents, and international crime syndicates. Her combat skills improved with each encounter. She experimented with her agility, reaction speed, and web techniques.
She practiced reckless driving—not her forte—but compensated by swinging from moving cars with her webs, gliding over highways like a high-speed kite.
It was exhilarating.
But even with the high-octane thrills, she knew her powers gave her an edge. Her abilities were replicating flawlessly inside Oasis.
"This isn't just a game. This is… a training simulator," she whispered, voice full of wonder.
No hero or mutant would be able to resist such a tool.
After completing 60% of the Fast and Furious dungeon, she exited and browsed the next set.
Her eyes landed on one titled: [Pokémon: Reality Reborn]
"No way… Pokémon?"
She jumped in without hesitation.
Bright landscapes, adorable creatures, and classic Poké Balls filled her vision. The dungeon had gamified her childhood fantasies.
"Pikachu!" she squealed. "You're so freaking cute!"
To her surprise, completing 50% of the dungeon earned her a tangible reward—her own starter Pokémon.
"This is nuts! I get to keep him?!"
She was giddy with excitement, practically bouncing around in the colorful terrain. Her heart filled with childlike joy.
Then came the real kicker.
"Who designed this game?" she asked aloud, astonished. "How can one company create such detailed, diverse, and well-built dungeons?!"
She scrolled through the next instance options.
Underworld: Vampires vs. Werewolves.
"Okay, I have to try that next…"
Outside the game, the real world ticked on.
At the local precinct, Police Chief George Stacy was pulling another long night when his phone rang.
His wife's voice was panicked.
"George! Gwen's not home yet. I've been calling her—she's not answering!"
His heart skipped a beat.
He slammed the phone down. "I'm coming home!"
Without another word, he stormed out of his office, leaving his detectives bewildered in his wake.
One of them glanced around and said half-jokingly, "So… are we off the clock too?"
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