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...