I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Just as he was about to say something more, the underground world expedition team suddenly encountered a change of events!

An elusive creature suddenly leaped out of the darkness and attacked the expedition members.

The wails and screams were immediately transmitted through the camera.

The security personnel responsible for protecting the expedition team immediately opened fire on the creature in the darkness.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The piercing sound of gunfire echoed through the underground world.

But the bullets couldn't hit these killers hiding in the darkness.

Soon these security personnel screamed and lost their lives.

Seeing the horrific scene, Tony jumped to his feet and yelled at Danvers, "Damn it! Go save them!"

Danvers, recovering from his shock, said to Tony, "No, there's nothing we can do!"

"You may send all armed forces into the cave!"

Tony said angrily.

No matter how much of a scoundrel he is, he can't just stand by and watch a group of people die in front of him.

"We all know that's impossible."

As he spoke, Danvers gave a wink to his men around him.

The men immediately grabbed mechanical tools and quickly sealed the opening.

Tony was furious when he saw that Danvers not only didn't rescue anyone but also sealed the entrance to the hole.

"Damn it! You're murdering me!"

"Sometimes the necessary sacrifices are worthwhile."

Danvers calmly said to Tony, "I believe that Stark Industries must have done similar things a lot during its rise. After all, the accumulation of capital is always accompanied by countless bones. We are not innocent, Mr. Stark."

"That was you, not me!"

“Is that so, Mr. Stark? Your reputation is worse than mine.”

. . . . . .

"Really? I always thought my reputation was worse."

Inside the café, Peter said this to Gwen.

"You just saved the president of Stark Industries, and quite a few others, at the airport. Your reputation is much better than mine."

Gwen said, stirring her coffee with a spoon.

But she quickly realized that Peter was changing the subject.

Peter and I were just talking about Teacher Helen, but Peter changed the subject again.

"Back to Ms. Helen, was that strange smell in the classroom really her doing?"

Gwen blinked and asked.

"Yes, she is a walking magician who can release hormones similar to plant hormones. She is also a very curious person."

Peter said to her, "That's why she's been paying attention to you and me. We got into a fight last time, and she suffered a lot."

Gwen suddenly realized, "No wonder she harbors such deep resentment. Wait, do magicians really exist in this world? I'd rather believe in extraterrestrial beings!"

Chapter 134 Gwen's Black and White

"I mean, this is incredible!"

Gwen looked at the coffee in her hand and said to Peter, "I thought the existence of magic was incredible. If magic really existed, then magicians should at least have a doctorate."

"PhD?"

“Chanting spells, throwing lightning, telekinesis, energy transfer, telepathy, and so on—these are like systematic disciplines. Aren't they extremely difficult to master? At the very least, you need to be exceptionally intelligent.”

Gwen seemed to have said something very reasonable.

"Maybe."

Peter put down his coffee cup and said to Gwen, "It's not difficult. Creating magic out of thin air is indeed very difficult, but if you take energy from a god or demon, magic is born out of thin air."

Peter thought of the Ancient One lineage, the magical energy that Strange would later master.

Since the Ancient One could not find a suitable successor, she absorbed energy through the Dark Dimension to protect Earth from being taken over by other magical dimensions.

I wonder if the Ancient One still exists in this universe?

If they exist, is the other person male or female?

Peter looked up at Gwen and said, "But this might come at a high price. Everything has an equal formula."

Gwen pondered, “It’s like how humans used the fire that Prometheus stole, but they will eventually be punished, right? Because the moment humans used fire, original sin was born, but many people are still willing to risk using fire.”

Peter paused slightly upon hearing Gwen's words.

Did Gwen overhear what she said to Helen?

After a moment of contemplation, he looked up at Gwen and said, "Yes, this is the price."

"That Helen teacher is rather pitiful."

Gwen didn't know anything about Helen's background and assumed she was a traditional magician.

Placed in the past, witches were to be burned at the stake.

Magic is powerful, but it comes with an inescapable tragic fate.

After all, if what Peter said is true, that they stole extraterrestrial energy, they were burdened with original sin from the very beginning.

After a moment of lost thought, she asked Peter, "So she really agreed to the settlement? Also, was that black creature that killed the werewolf in the live stream her pet?"

"Regarding the reconciliation issue, we only signed a temporary ceasefire agreement. Although she knows our identities, we are not her greatest enemy. As for that creature, you will see it again in the future."

Peter spoke ambiguously to Gwen.

"Okay, I don't want to see that kind of terrifying creature."

Gwen muttered something under her breath.

But then she remembered something and asked Peter, "Why was she so hostile towards you at first?"

"She was probably at a disadvantage during our fight, so she was very resentful."

Peter continued to explain to her, "That's just how some women are."

Gwen nodded, though she felt something was off about the statement, but couldn't find a reason to refute it at the moment.

She suddenly remembered a woman—the black cat!

This woman who pretends to be a rock star is the kind of woman with a strange heart!

"Kacha!"

As soon as Gwen opened the door, she heard snoring coming from inside the room, louder than her jazz drums.

She looked down at the sofa and saw that her father was resting there.

George Stacy, with one arm as a pillow, perhaps due to exhaustion, fell asleep directly on the sofa.

Gwen didn't wake her father. She let out a sigh of relief and sat down in the chair next to him.

It's already seven o'clock in the evening.

After leaving the airport, she and Peter parted ways at the coffee shop and went straight home.

I took out my phone and found that all the trending news was about the JFK Airport terrorist attack.

If Peter hadn't subdued the terrorists in time, many more innocent passengers would likely have been harmed.

Gwen had just put down her phone when she saw her father get up from the sofa.

"Gwen?"

George paused for a moment when he saw his daughter in the room, then looked at the clock on the wall.

"I slept for two hours?"

Gwen said to her father, "You're probably too tired, Dad. You need to rest."

“There have been a lot of things happening lately, and the police station is short-staffed, so everyone is in this situation.”

As George spoke, he walked over to the coffee machine.

"Today there was also a terrorist attack at JFK Airport. These are turbulent times."

As he spoke, he made himself a cup of hot coffee and then took milk from the refrigerator and added it in.

Gwen looked at the milk coffee her father had made and felt a little guilty.

Because George had told her since she was little that drinking coffee would affect her development, he always prepared steak with a large glass of milk for her breakfast.

Although she would prefer a delicious wheat cake for breakfast.

Of course, it would be even better if I had another soda to cure my ailments.

The thought of meeting Peter at a coffee shop and drinking a lot of coffee made me realize how much I was drinking.

If my father knew, he would definitely start telling me to drink less coffee again.

"Dad, are you still working in the special crime unit?"

Gwen asked her father.

"Yes."

"So, has your opinion of Spider-Man changed? I mean, he saved a lot of people today, maybe he's just a kind person who's eager to help others."

Gwen wants to change her father's opinion of Spider-Man.

George put down his milk coffee and said to Gwen, "It doesn't matter, Gwen. Even if I think he's a good person, it doesn't change anything."

"why?"

"Because the world is neither black nor white, but gray in between, everyone has a different perspective and stance on issues, so they will draw different conclusions."