I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

"If I have the chance, I will go where the crowds gather. If you keep me in the dark, I will pry up these pitiful woods and rocks."

Strange read out sentences with a strange accent.

Wang looked at him in surprise, "What are you reading?"

"Ovid's Metamorphoses."

Strange said to him: "Listen, Wang, I don't care about darkness and backlash, I just want to change the tragedies of the past."

"That's the most important thing to me."

"Even at an irreparable price?"

"Yes."

Strange said without hesitation: "That's why I came here."

"Hmm, although I don't know how much price you are willing to pay, but I know there is something that may change your mind."

Strange immediately perked up, "What is it?"

"This is it, the Eye of Agamotto. It contains the mystery of time, but only the Supreme Mage is qualified to wear it."

In the temple, the king pointed to the Eye of Agamotto in the middle, which was emitting a faint green light.

Although Strange didn't know that the Time Stone was hidden inside, he was still attracted to it at a glance.

"This is incredible!"

"Yes, time magic is hidden in it, but it is not a universal time machine."

Wang turned to him and said: "It will only let you see the future you have unfolded and the past you have made mistakes, but it will never change anything."

"Nothing can be changed?"

"Yes, reincarnation again and again will only increase your pain. It will only allow you to see the past, but you cannot change it. This should be the greatest time magic in the world, but it still cannot change your destiny."

Strange did not speak. He quietly looked at the Eye of Agamotto in front of him, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

“The light it emits is incredible!”

Queens, New York.

Gwen looked at the blood stone in front of her and made a sound of admiration.

Gwen, who had returned from school, looked at the blood stone in shock in Peter's room.

"So, the guy pretending to be you is a mutant named Mystique?"

Gwen finally took her eyes away from the blood stone and asked Peter.

"Yes, she has the ability to transform into someone else. Even her DNA is the same. If I see another you on the street one day, I don't think it would be a surprise."

Peter said to Gwen casually: "Also, she is not a friendly person towards humans."

He told Gwen about the factions among the mutants.

"In addition to moderate organizations like the X-Men, there are also organizations like the Brotherhood of Mutants."

The Brotherhood of Mutants was initially led by Magneto, who later became Mystique.

He now wonders if Magneto has retired long ago, so Mystique came to the stage.

However, the world he is in is a parallel world. Even if it is different from the main world, it is considered normal.

"I didn't expect there to be so many differences between mutants."

She asked Peter: "Is the reason Mystique snatched the blood stone to control monsters and attack humans? After all, you said she is hostile to humans."

"It is very possible that there are many dark creatures near New York and in the city. These creatures are controlled by Mystique and come to New York. She should be planning to gather these dark creatures, but"

Peter paused and said, "She didn't expect that I would get the blood stone."

Gwen suddenly felt a little pitiful for Mystique.

She forced herself to get rid of this thought and said: "But the Elsa Bloodstone you are talking about must be very unwilling to have her family's bloodstone taken away by you, right? Peter."

"I got it from Mystique. Even if she is dissatisfied, I think she should make trouble for Mystique."

Peter said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But."

Gwen thought for a while, although it seemed to be the truth, something seemed not quite right.

She couldn't figure out for a moment what the problem was.

But she knew Peter's temper.

Peter is not as easy to think about others as he is.

It should be said that except for the people close to him, Peter didn't seem to care much about anyone else.

"I hope that Elsa won't be in a bad mood."

Gwen finally said these words.

She herself thought it was useless nonsense.

After thinking about Elsa Bloodstone for a few seconds, Gwen's eyes turned to the Bloodstone in front of her again.

"Peter, can this stone really control dark creatures?"

Gwen was not interested in the power given by the blood stone, but she became interested in the blood stone's ability to control monsters.

"Yes, this is its ability, which can give the user the ability to control those dark creatures."

Peter reached out and held the blood stone with a little force.

The squeezed blood stone emits a strong light, exudes a strong and coercive aura, and impacts the surrounding space.

Peter's expression remained unchanged, and he compressed the blood stone's body with all his strength.

At the same time, more strength is gathered on top of it.

Under Gwen's horrified gaze, the blood stone was squeezed by Peter into a dove egg-sized, purer, blood-red stone with a softer color on the surface.

Peter placed the concentrated blood stone in the palm of his hand, and then took out a metal ring from the drawer.

With a little force, he turned the metal ring into a ring.

Peter put the blood stone on the ring, and a blood-red "diamond" ring the size of a pigeon egg was born.

After making the ring, Peter handed it to Gwen.

"For you, Gwen."

Gwen looked at the beautiful and breathtaking ring in front of her in amazement.

"Is this...given to me?"

she asked in disbelief.

"Of course, don't you like it?"

"I like it, but it's too expensive."

Gwen took a deep breath and suppressed her excitement, "You gave me a ring last time that Queen Elizabeth once owned. I"

She looked at the bloodstone ring with some reluctance, "I can't accept it. Maybe it will be of greater use in your hands."

Although Gwen was very touched that Peter gave such a precious thing to her.

But she knew that Peter probably needed it more than she did.

After all, in addition to being beautiful, this thing can also give the host greater power.

Peter often does dangerous things that he needs more than himself.

"It doesn't matter. In my eyes, it's just a stone. Compared to you, Gwen, it's insignificant."

After saying these words, Peter was also a little confused.

When did you say these things?

He looked at Gwen. After hearing this, Gwen's expression seemed to become a little strange, and her eyes looking at him were also full of different emotions.

Wouldn't this little girl be so moved that she would blame herself for it?

Although he didn't resist, Aunt Mei was still downstairs, so he still had to be reserved.

In addition, the blood stone is indeed precious, but it is not indispensable to him.

This thing has limited improvement in his strength, and its more important function is to control dark creatures.

But besides being used as food for the "Queen", he couldn't think of any other uses for dark creatures.

"But."

Gwen was already moved.

No woman can refuse this diamond with its singular brilliance.

Gwen is naturally no exception.

"What's yours is mine, Gwen. If I need it, you can give it to me again, just keep it as yours temporarily. In addition, it can also protect you."

Listening to Peter's words, Gwen nodded and took the diamond.

Water seemed to drip from her eyes as she looked at Peter.

Then, with the agility of Spider-Woman, she hugged Peter's body.

"Thanks, Peter."

"You're welcome, Gwen, but what do you mean by this gesture?"

“I wanted to do something that hadn’t been done before.”

"Well, I don't really resist, but I have to take protective measures. I'm afraid of aliens."

Gwen immediately became angry and said, "Who wants to do that with you!"

"Then which one do you want?"

"I want to try everything but that one."

Peter nodded and said, "We can try it somewhere else."

He suddenly thought of a place.

"where?"

After a few minutes.

Gwen stood on the Brooklyn Bridge, feeling the night breeze, and asked Peter: "Is this the place you are talking about? To be honest, Peter, the scenery is not bad, but the wind is a bit strong."

"Really? How about this."

Hearing Peter's words, Gwen turned her head, and what she saw was that the other party had already weaved a net on the bridge.

"You can try to crawl over."

Peter sat in the middle of the net and motioned to Gwen to try what she was talking about.

"Well, we're crazy."

Despite what she said, Gwen still climbed onto Peter's net like a captured prey.

Three months later.

On the road away from the city center.

Truck driver Chris is driving towards the factory.

After driving for too long and getting late, the originally regular roads began to look like zigzag paint marks randomly made with a paint brush in his eyes, as if they came from a painting by Salvador Dali.

He casually unscrewed the cap of a mini bottle of Five-Hour Energy drink and threw it casually towards the back of the car.

The drink tasted like a mixture of cough syrup filtered through gym socks and vinegar.

What he was delivering tonight was a large roll of electrical cable wrapped around a flat chassis.

This thing was a bit dangerous, and he had to focus more to make sure nothing went wrong.

He took the scenic route.

The speed was slow and the distance was a bit long, but Chris didn't care.

While this road is longer, it's more streamlined and has less car traffic.

Now it was just him, and the road.

Occasionally a pair of headlights would appear, flashing blindingly, flashing white light, then disappearing.

The clock on the dashboard, a blue LCD screen, silently pointed to ten o'clock at night.

He has been working hard to make money lately.

Long hauls, late nights, more time, more money.

He needs more money.

Although his life was not rich at first, he was not so short of money.

He was a man with some savings, and he had some repayments hidden in a trailer outside Boracay.

Unlike most Americans who accumulated a lot of debt, Chris also saved some money.

His father had done the same, always saving for retirement and always talking about retirement.

What an honor that would be.

But something unexpected happened. The man, his father, died a year before his retirement in a forklift accident.

Chris inherited the old man's savings. His mother suffered from emphysema and passed away a few years ago.

So he used the money to enroll in a computer design language class and bought his first truck.

A month ago, he was diagnosed with diabetes.

For this reason, he needed to save more money to cure his body.

Save money, save money, waiting for something.

Death, or something else.

He turned on the radio casually and set it to random channel search mode, letting it search for anything.

The radio station was whistling between static, country music and religious broadcasts.

Until he finally found a night show on the "ArtBell" radio station, the paranormal radio talk show CoasttoCoastAM.

"I am your good friend Dawson, listeners, truck driver friends, and taxi driver friends who are bored waiting for guests, are you ready to listen to tonight's weird news?"

The host named Dawson was talking nonstop.

Coast to Coast AM, where the commentators always talk about conspiracies, UFOs, and all things weird and wonderful about America.

And "Art Bell" claims to be a trucker's best friend.

Chris shook his head as the commentators talked about the recent news that someone had found Bigfoot in New Jersey.

These guys are really getting outrageous.

Monsters, isn't that the stuff of urban legends?

He thought as he drove forward.

It felt like boating in the fog, drifting aimlessly.

Suddenly, his high beams picked up something.

A shape, a shape that slowly decomposed into a car.

It was the car accident.

In trucker jargon, it was a "broken crayon."

The black Honda was in the middle of the lane.

He had enough time to react, step on the brakes, and slow the truck down.

Although it was a little dangerous to park here, someone might need his help.

So he stepped on the brakes, jumped out of the truck, and walked carefully to the car in the accident.

The car was brightly lit, and steam or smoke was rising in coils from under the hood.

The lights were still on, and the light was slightly spilling out of the windshield.

Honda Accord, five or six years old, maybe this wasn't an accident.

He couldn't see any structural damage, and both tires on this side were flat.

He smelled a pungent smell.

It was the pungent antifreeze, like bitter green blood dripping on asphalt, gathering in a pool in front.

Chris walked around the car, and the tire on the other side was also flat.

The car was empty, but the lights were on.

Suddenly!

Chris heard something behind him.

A tugging, scratching, or something like a scraping sound.

He turned to the source of the sound.

His heart was in his throat.

It was like something out of a horror movie.

Standing on the road was a horrible, hideous-looking monster.

It was a huge bat monster, the size of an adult.

Fangs, a ferocious face, and pointy ears made it look even scarier.

The bat monster's claws kept clicking on the asphalt.

"Click! Click!"

The bat monster's feet, or claws, scratched the ground, and its eyes stared at him.

The monster seemed to be mumbling, or whistling, or making terrible noises in the back of its throat.

He felt that at any minute, the other party might fly at him.

Like hell, the bat monster flew at him - wings, beak and claws, tearing his body apart.

A sense of horror swept through his body.

He even saw the other party fly to his face and bite off his eyes, leaving him completely blind and in darkness forever.

Get rid of it, get rid of it now.

But his truck - it's too far away!

Twenty feet is not too far, but to cross the road occupied by this bat monster, twenty feet is too far.

No, there was another car here, this Honda Accord, where he could escape.

He slowly moved towards the car, opening the door as slowly and quietly as he could.

He let his huge body quietly and quickly enter the Honda car.

The steering wheel pressed against his chest, and the seat was adjusted too high.

He sensed his surroundings, looking at the side of the seat, and then the lever below that would allow him to restore the seat back.

The next second.

When he raised his head again, the bat monster was already standing in front of the car.

Right in front of the car, infinitely close to him.

Chris suppressed his inner fear, and his first thought was that the other party would pounce on him and break the car glass.

The other party would grab him and twist off his head like twisting a bottle cap.

Chris took a deep breath and waited.

He didn't know what he was waiting for, but that was the only thing he could do.

Puffs of smoke slowly rose from the bat monster's beak hole.

The smell smelled like a smoking Marlboro, and also like the smell of burning sulfur.

"Crack!"

The car hit the other side.

The shaking car almost scared Chris to death.

Just when he thought he was going to be eaten by this monster, a figure suddenly flashed outside with a "whoosh".

Then, the bat bird that seemed to exude a murderous aura suddenly stopped moving.

Then, under his incredible gaze, it retreated.

For a long while.

When he was about to be unable to hold it back, a voice came from outside.

"You are safe now."

He hesitated to open the car door, and saw Spider-Woman standing in front of him.

"Spider-Woman?!"

He didn't expect to see Spider-Woman here.

"This kind of creature usually won't attack humans unless it thinks you've entered its territory."

Gwen turned around and said to him, "Also, next time you'd better not look into its eyes, that will anger it."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The driver thanked Gwen after surviving the robbery.

It turns out there are really monsters!

He wanted to call ArtBell Radio immediately and tell them that he had discovered a bat monster.

By the way, let the news spread that Spider-Woman is a demon hunter!

At this time, Gwen found that she was on the way to becoming a monster hunter.

She looked at the bloodstone ring in her hand.

Since she put on the ring Peter gave her, she has more powerful power and the ability to control dark creatures.

In the past few months, she has been busy expelling these creatures from New York.

This should be the last one, right?

She breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take out her phone to talk to Peter.

At the same time.

Near Times Square in New York.

"Boom!"

The deafening sound shattered the silence of the night.

A huge tentacle broke out of the ground!