"System introduces this alien" Jack again asked the system
[Species: Arachnichimp | Homeworld: Aranhaschimmia]
[Traits: Four-armed, highly agile climber with organic webbing, wall-crawling, enhanced reflexes, and flexible combat movement]
[Abilities: Rapid web-shooting for swing, bind, and traversal; strong grip strength; acrobatic mobility; heightened coordination in mid-air movement]
"Spidermonkey — let's go." With that, he activated the Omnitrix and transformed.
Katcha.
The shift was different this time. His body compressed slightly, lighter and more compact. When the green light faded, he was already on his feet — shorter than before, arms longer than felt natural, weight distributed in a way that made standing still feel… unnecessary.
"Each alien's first transformation is a mystery box," Jack said, the excitement clear in his voice.
He adjusted quickly, planting his feet, then tried a slower movement. The difference was immediate — his body responded faster than expected, muscles reacting with almost no delay.
He bent his knees slightly, then pushed off.
He didn't mean to jump that high.
He hit the ground a second later, landing a little harder than planned, but the impact didn't bother him much. His body absorbed it easily, knees bending on instinct.
Okay… lighter than expected.
He tried again, this time with more control. Jump. Land. Adjust. Better.
He started moving across the base, picking up speed gradually. Running felt smooth — almost too smooth. His stride changed naturally, arms swinging wider, body leaning forward in a way that made it easier to keep momentum. He turned sharply, and there was no loss of balance at all.
That got his attention.
He stopped for a second, then shifted his focus to his hands.
Web.
He aimed at the nearest wall, hesitating for half a beat before triggering it. A thin strand shot out and stuck cleanly.
Okay. That works.
He gave it a small pull — solid. Without overthinking it, he jumped toward the wall. His feet hit and stuck. He paused there for a second, upside down, no slipping, and tested it by shifting his weight from one limb to another. It held.
Then he started climbing. Fast. Faster than he expected. His body moved on instinct, hands and feet finding holds without needing to look. Within seconds, he was near the top pillars of the hideout.
He stopped there, crouched, looking down. That height would've bothered him before. Now it didn't.
He shot another web line across the room, pulled — and swung.
The motion was rough at first. His timing was off, body lagging slightly behind the movement of the line. He overcorrected on the landing, nearly slipping — but caught himself at the last second.
He paused, crouched low. Too fast.
He adjusted his grip on the web and tried again, this time focusing on the rhythm.
Jump. Swing. Release.
Better. He crossed from one side of the hideout to the other, landing with more control than before.
"Yahoo —"
The sound came out naturally, before he could stop it. He stayed still for a second after that, then shrugged it off.
He fired another web and swung again, smoother now. The movement started to click — when to release, how much force to use, how his body should follow the arc instead of fighting it. Each attempt felt more controlled than the last.
He started adding small variations — changing direction mid-swing, landing on walls instead of the floor, pushing off into another line without stopping. Not perfect, but workable.
A grin spread across his face as he hung there for a second, suspended by a single line.
I could actually pass as Spider-Man like this.
He let go, flipping slightly before landing, and kept moving until the timer ran down — running, climbing, swinging, testing the limits without pushing too far too fast. By the end, his breathing had picked up slightly, not from exhaustion but from the constant movement.
The form faded a moment later. He landed back in his normal body, feet hitting the ground a little heavier than expected, and stood still for a second to adjust.
Then exhaled.
Spidermonkey wasn't just flexible — it was built for movement. And once he got used to it, it would be fast.
"System, show my status."
A panel blinked open:
[STATUS]Host: Jack Walker (Reincarnator)
Age: 18 | Race: Human
Artifact: Omnitrix (Soul Bound)
Aliens Unlocked: Walkatrout → Ickthyperambuloid // XLR8 → Kineceleran // Four Arms → Tetramand // Diamondhead → Petrosapien // Grey Matter → Galvan // Wildmutt → Vulpimancer // Spidermonkey → Arachnichimp
Heroic Points: 333
Next Alien Unlock: 600 Heroic Points
"So I need 267 more points." He looked at the number for a moment, then let the panel close.
"Red Queen, what's the current crime situation in New York?"
"Master, based on the information I've gathered — due to your activity and Dark Hawk's presence, the recorded crime rate in New York is at its lowest. However, this is not because overall crime has decreased. The gangs are aware that you're operating mainly in New York, so they've been shifting their activity to nearby states instead."
Jack leaned back. So they think changing the location keeps them safe.
"Red Queen, scan for suspicious activity in the states near New York — anywhere illegal operations might be running — and keep me updated."
"Yes, Master."
A slow smirk crossed his face. Did they really think I was only going to work in New York?
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