American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 696 Mark and the Four Subspace Vendors

"Raven, that's the kind of person I hope to be."

Gwen hugged her knees with her hands and said to Peter in a low voice: "You are also the kind of father I hope to have, Mr. Peter."

"We would argue about the choice of heroes. My biological father always wanted me to stop being Spider-Woman."

Gwen said in a depressed mood, "I said, if I don't do that, someone will get hurt, and then how can I face life, Dad?"

Her memory went back to that night.

"Damn it! Gwen, why won't you listen to me!"

In the drizzling night, Gwen's father George Stacy said to her angrily: "You don't have to do anything. You don't owe anyone anything!"

Gwen looked up and said to her father, "Dad, I looked into Peter's eyes and my heart broke. I had to do something for him."

George said to her helplessly: "Gwen, you have to believe me"

"What is right for you to believe?"

Gwen stepped back and said through tears, "I'm sorry, Dad, but this is no longer your business."

"I try not to lie and hide behind that mask, but how can I help others without a mask? What can the truth bring to people except more harm?"

Gwen closed her eyes. "It's Gwen Stacy. Gwen Stacy is the problem."

George Stacy took a step closer to his daughter with heartache, but his daughter dodged him.

"Gwen, honey, listen, no matter what you become, no matter what powers you have, as long as you are human, you will make mistakes."

George didn't care about his daughter's avoidance and continued, "If you can't forgive what happened to you, then no one can."

Gwen looked at her father, who was worried and excited, "Dad. I..."

But soon her spider sense kicked in and she lunged at her father, "Get down, Daddy!"

With a "crash", the glass shattered.

The villain vulture roared, spread its wings, shattered the glass, and flew towards the two with a shrill laugh.

Cold rain instantly flew in through the broken window.

Feeling the coolness of the rain, Gwen's thoughts were pulled out of her memories.

Sitting on the roof of the barn, she looked up and saw that it had begun to drizzle.

"Perhaps your father is right about one thing, Gwen. You don't have to take Peter Parker's death as your responsibility and obligation to keep moving forward. You are too tired. Sometimes, maybe you should stop and take a rest."

Peter stood up and gave Gwen a meaningful look. "Most of the time, death is irreversible. It should not be a source of pain. Death is the highest relaxation. Life needs a certain tension to continue. It is because of death that we can realize the meaning of living people."

Listening to Peter's words and seeing the meaningful look Peter gave her, Gwen began to feel uneasy.

Could it be that Mr. Peter saw through my coveting of the Mother Box?

She did want to use the Mother Box to resurrect Peter Parker, although it was only a fleeting thought and was quickly suppressed by her reason.

That is totally wrong, so I shouldn't have such thoughts!
Although she thought so, she couldn't help but fantasize about resurrecting Peter Parker.

Looking up at the moon that had disappeared at who knows when, and the dim sky with drizzling rain, Peter activated the power of the god of sleep, and a piece of clothing appeared in his hand, which he draped over Gwen, who had a slightly thin figure.

"Well, it's getting late, Gwen, go back and get some rest."

With that, Peter left the barn roof and walked down.

Looking at Peter's back, holding the corner of the clothes that Peter put on her, Gwen's emotions became a little complicated.

His own Peter Parker died, but he met another man named Peter Padrick, and fate really arranged a different life for him.

A warm feeling flowed through her heart, and she whispered to Peter in a low voice.

"Thank you, thank you, sir."

the other side.

Mark fell into a nightmare in his sleep.

He dreamed that he was standing in an endless field.

The roar of the combine harvesters was harsher than usual.

Mark walked barefoot on the ridges of the field, and the feeling of wheat ears scratching his calves felt like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

The wheat waves, which should have been golden, were now dark red like blood clots, and each stalk was covered with fine fangs.

As he was standing in the field, he heard strange noises coming from the direction of the barn.

Mark walked towards the barn puzzled.

When I pushed open the barn door, the smell of rust hit me in the face.

The moonlight leaked through the dilapidated roof, weaving a spider-web of light and shadows in the air.

His boots made a sticky crunching sound as they stepped on the floor - it wasn't hay, it was semi-coagulated blood plasma.

Looking inside the barn, Mark took a deep breath when he saw the scene inside.

In the barn hung farm implements chained together with rakes dripping with rotten flesh and hoe handles tangled with intestines.

His father, Peter, was standing in front of the altar of flesh and blood, using a welding torch to weld a demon-like spine to the engine of a tractor. "Mark, come over and give me a hand."

Peter's voice spoke to him with a metallic sound.

Mark listened to Peter's voice, took the welding gun stupidly, and found that his nails turned into razor-sharp iron pieces.

What the welding gun spewed out was not flame, but concentrated plasma, which was poured onto the junction of the machine and flesh, making a sizzling sound like barbecue.

The next second, the diesel barrel in the center of the altar suddenly exploded, and thousands of brass beetles poured out.

The fluttering brass beetle immediately came towards Mark.

They gnawed at Mark's toes, leaving welts with each bite and the pain making him tremble with pleasure.

Just as Mark was being eaten by the brass scarab, he suddenly woke up from the dream.

"Huchi! Huchi!"

Mark woke up suddenly, gasping for breath.

Wiping the sweat from his head, he looked out the window.

It was drizzling outside and the sky was gray.

Is it because he was too tired from fighting the demons and wolves during the day?

Thinking about the dream he just had, Mark suddenly felt uneasy.

Because the dream just now was too real, he began to feel uneasy and nervous.

The strange altar and patterns reminded him of a scene he saw in the Warhammer world.

Because I was constantly teleported to different dimensions by Gerstrang, the worlds of Warhammer, Lord of the Rings, and Resident Evil.
Especially the Warhammer world. Mark, who was beaten up right at the beginning, was deeply impressed by this world.

Mark also knew that there were four Chaos Gods in the Warhammer world, namely Tzeentch, Nurgle, Khorne and Slaanesh.

These Chaos Gods, or abstract life forms, were born in the Warp.

(Subspace: This space is a spiritual realm that is opposite to the macroscopic material universe and is filled with energy that transcends matter.)
According to Mark's understanding, the negative emotions in the Warp now completely overwhelm everything. Despair ignites hope, and Nurgle is born from corruption; anger awakens madness, and Khorne is bred in the pool of blood; wisdom is full of helplessness, and Tzeentch flashes in the psionic power. The Warp storm that directly destroyed mankind in the Golden Age was just a sign before the birth of Slaanesh.

Could it be that I have been corrupted by the Four Chaos Gods? !
Mark couldn't help but let his mind wander.

It is said that Khorne grants a man a mad desire to fight, but also courage.

Mark was a little suspicious that the dream he just had was a projection of himself being corrupted by Khorne.

"No, it's impossible. My father is the God of Dreams. In this world, even if Khorne wants to corrupt me, he can't do it. After all, this is not the Warp, nor is it the Warhammer world."

Mark said to himself, trying to give himself some confidence.

But he soon thought of what Gerstrand said, those invincible young men in the parallel universe.

Unsurprisingly, the selves in the parallel universe all became villains.

And he's the kind of bloodthirsty bastard who has no empathy.

Could it be that all of these parallel universe selves have been corrupted by Khorne, one of the Four Chaos Gods?

Mark immediately thought of this terrible possibility.

He suddenly thought of his previous action of beating Gustrang to death.

He often explodes in extreme rage in battle to protect others. If he gradually becomes addicted to the sense of dominance brought by violence, or rationalizes indiscriminate killing in the name of justice, it seems possible that Khorne in the Warhammer world will extend his corrupt hand to him.

Mark's face suddenly became full of sorrow.

Should I tell my dad about this?

If I were really corrupted by Khorne, would I become the villain Mark who killed innocent people indiscriminately in the parallel world?
Mark took a deep breath and fell into deep worry.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter was unaware that Mark had gotten caught up in his troubles with Khorne, and he was watching the television.

The TV program was reporting on the news that the small town of Smallville had suffered a biological attack.

The invasion of the demon-like army was transformed into a biological attack under the cover of the government.

"So, Steppenwolf was defeated just like that?"

Mera still has a feeling of unreality.

"So far, yes."

Peter turned his gaze towards her, "Although Darkseid behind him will definitely not give up."

Gwen sat next to Peter, working on the Chinese roast chicken on the plate. She looked up at Azu, Clark and the absent-minded Mark and said, "I believe that even if that guy comes, he will not get any good, Mr. Peter."

"Probably so."

Peter said noncommittally.

Gwen put down the food in her hand and said to Peter with a little pride: "Don't worry, I know many Spider-Men. There is Spider-Man from Mumbai, India, and there is Punk Spider-Man. His name is Hobart Brown. He is a homeless teenager who was bitten by a radioactive spider produced by toxic waste and eventually defeated the villain Osborn with a guitar."

"And there's Zhang Parker, he's a very cool guy. Although he's not a good Spider-Man, in the end we defeated the Heirs together, especially the guy named Morlun in the family."

(End of this chapter)