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

"Demons from foreign lands give their hosts great power."

Helen raised her right hand.

The slender white right hand instantly condensed with a faint black energy, covering it.

She cast her gaze on Peter, "Those humans who are treated as ordinary vessels by the Hand, the parasitic 'beasts' in their bodies are far from the real 'beasts'."

"The kind of warriors cultivated by the Hand are a group of complete failures."

The expression on Peter's face became solemn, and he asked Helen: "Could it be that the parasite in your body is a real 'beast'?"

Helen shook her head, "I won't tell you easily, Parker, this is not in line with the principle of fair trade. At least, you have to tell me where that thing in my chest comes from?"

"Sorry, Teacher Helen, I didn't agree to trade with you."

Peter frowned and said, "We're not much of a partner."

The red light in Helen's eyes grew brighter, and she smiled at Peter and said, "Why not? We are all the same kind of people, Parker, and there is a devil living in our hearts."

As she spoke, she took a step closer to Peter, but the next second her arm around the black energy was caught by Peter.

"You seem to overestimate your own importance."

Peter said to her in a cold tone.

"Don't be nervous, Peter, I don't mean any harm to you."

Helen's arm was grabbed, and she didn't look afraid at all. She still said to Peter in a lazy tone:

"Don't you want to know more things that could be useful to you?"

"For example, now, I can tell you what you are most interested in."

She pulled her arm away from Peter's hand and looked outside into the rainy night.

"The starting point of the story is told by a mother. Boys usually have the experience of being abused by their fathers, so the core of many stories is daddy issues. Because men travel around the world, men's stories are spread more widely."

"But if you let a woman tell it, most of the stories will involve the mother."

Helen paused for a moment, as if listening to the sound of rain.

"There is a little girl whose father is dead, so she can only live with her mother. She is a religious fanatic. Her mother controls everything at home and imposes a high-pressure policy on her, locking up her life like a prisoner."

The sound of rain outside was getting louder and louder, but Helen's voice was extremely clear.

"But it was incompatible with the nature of the little girl. It was just what her mother thought she should be. She tried everything that interested her, and she fell madly in love with the plants in the backyard."

"But she was going through a low point in her life. To be honest, her mother was not a bad person. She had never physically abused the girl. She would not beat her daughter with a metal hanger or anything else. She would not beat her daughter with a metal hanger or anything else. The curling iron struck her skin.”

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Peter.

"But she can't be said to be a good mother. She insults her daughter every day, calling her a sinner, a prostitute, a slut, etc. In the eyes of this mother, the little girl represents eternal disappointment and represents a person who cannot be left behind. Get rid of the burden."

"Maybe her mother can smell sinful promises, maybe her mother senses the aura of buried demons."

Helen's eyes became complicated, "Why is there no love between close people? Instead, there is hatred?"

"In this little girl's crazy mind, crazy thoughts often appeared, such as tearing out her own hair, knocking out her teeth with a hammer, or harming herself in other horrific ways."

"One day she accidentally discovered the plants in the backyard. She could control those things to hurt herself, and she could also absorb the fragrance of violets, making her mother love herself and no longer hate herself as before."

Peter frowned after listening to the woman's story and said, "That's a good story, Teacher Helen. Was your previous career a radio story host?"

"No, of course I'm not, Parker."

Helen smiled and said: "But the story is not over yet."

"Not all stories have happy endings, and in the end, the ending of this story is."

She paused and continued: "This mother committed suicide in the bathtub. She was still a good person. Even if she died, she would not cause trouble to her daughter."

"Then, a Japanese man found the girl and said he could adopt her because there was something extremely important to him in that girl's body."

Peter stared into the woman's eyes, wondering why she was telling him this.

There is no doubt that the little girl in this woman's story is herself.

He also roughly knew what species was parasitic in this woman's body.

"I know what you're thinking, Parker."

Seemingly reading Peter's thoughts, Helen said to Peter: "What I tell you is the first step in our honesty. Now, the conditions for fair dealing have been achieved."

As she spoke, she cast her gaze on Peter's chest.

"What kind of existence is parasitic on your chest? I am very interested."

Peter flatly refused, "Unfortunately, I'm not really interested in your story."

After being rejected, Helen was not dissatisfied.

She still said to Peter in the same tone as before: "Actually, you forgot one thing, Parker."

"What?"

Helen's delicate face showed a disappointed expression, "I have to criticize you, Parker, you forgot what I taught in the last class, that is, the purpose of all parasites is to reproduce."

She took a step closer to Peter, "Even you can't suppress its instinct."

Although she didn't know the type of parasite in Peter's body, her keen senses and the extraordinary power given to her by the demon from another dimension allowed her to always see something.

As soon as she finished speaking, Peter felt a stronger fragrance in the air.

The smell of volatile oils was stronger than in the classroom.

Even if he closed his respiratory system, he could still feel that this thing was invading his body.

As his mind moved, the black exoskeleton instantly covered his body.

The head was also covered with a mask, completely covering his whole body.

At the same time, he waved his hand to grab Helen.

But Helen's speed was faster than he expected.

The black air as black as ink wrapped her body.

The lightning-like movement allowed her to avoid Peter's attack.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the ground in the room shook.

The wooden floor was constantly broken and flew into the air.

The ground was surging like the sea, and all the furniture and other items fell to the ground and shattered.

It was as if a giant snake was drilling into the ground and stirring it.