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

Will you sponsor me?

Reed looked at Peter excitedly.

"Sure, but on one condition: I must have the right to use the time machine you invented."

"of course."

Reed readily agreed, "We're a team now, of course we can."

ten minutes later.

After leaving Reed's house, Peter stood on the rooftop of an office building.

He was covered in a black exoskeleton, his body almost blending into the night.

Beside him stood the alien "Queen," exuding a chilling aura.

Seemingly wanting to listen to the heartbeat of the alien embryo inside Peter's body, "Queen" moved closer to him, wanting to press her face against his chest.

Peter reached out and stroked the alien's head.

His gaze fell upon the distant city skyline, shrouded in darkness and gradually enveloped in mist.

When I put on that hat, a figure appeared in my mind and gradually became clearer, taking over my mental world.

If that hat could truly reflect one's subconscious.

So, is she the most important person I care about?

Peter took out his phone and scrolled through the photo album.

A photo of Gwen smiling appeared on the phone screen.

"Smiling might be a good thing, after all, it means that good things might happen."

Gwen was unaware that Peter had thought of her.

She was sitting on the bed, tidying up her things.

The boxes and containers also contained her Sesame Street posters, clothes, and who knows what else was inside.

"I like this smiling doll."

Gwen put the smiling Cleopatra doll into the box.

She was tidying up at night simply because she was too excited.

Although I felt a bit down after talking to my father.

But she soon received an email.

The email the black cat sent to itself!

Perhaps Felicia Hardy would be a more fitting name.

This rock star, who was somewhat famous in New York, emailed him inviting him to her concert.

My own band, Mary Janes, was just a school band, but performing with Hardy was my biggest dream.

"Okay, I need to calm down!"

Gwen lay down, letting her blonde hair fall onto the bed.

She looked at the clock on the wall; it was already 11 p.m.

Although it was a bit late, she couldn't wait to share her joy.

"First."

Gwen muttered to herself, then quickly dialed Peter's number on her phone.

"Peter, I have good news!"

"what?"

“I’m going to the Black Cats concert, sorry, it’s Felicia Hardy, but none of that matters, we all know her name, I mean, it’s incredible, she’s a big star.”

Peter, who was petting the "Alien" on the rooftop, calmly said to Gwen, "Yes, she's a big star, but at night she's also a thief who likes to steal things."

Peter was looking at Gwen's photo when she suddenly called.

He coughed and said to Gwen, "Just like Gwen, you appear to be an ordinary high school girl, but secretly you are a Spider-Woman admired by many."

Gwen stroked the Cleopatra doll in her arms, a smile playing on her lips.

"Are you worried I'll mess things up? Peter, I always mess things up at crucial moments."

She suddenly lost confidence again.

At the same time, she felt a little frustrated.

She always showed her vulnerable side in front of Peter.

It might not be good for people to know that Spider Woman is someone who likes to rely on others.

But I can't help but want to rely on Peter.

"I'm really looking forward to the performance."

Peter comforted Gwen, "I trust you more."

Gwen lay down and said to Peter, “Actually, Peter, I’d rather you perform alone than perform for a large group of people. I mean, it would be better if you were your own rock star.”

After saying that, Gwen immediately hung up the phone.

"I guess I'm just following fate, after all, Peter is Anne's father."

She quickly found a reason for her confession.

In my dream, I saw myself and Peter's daughter, whose name seemed to be Anne.

If parallel universes really exist, this might have already happened.

Gwen lay down in her cartoon pajamas, her mind wandering.

The next day, early in the morning.

Stark Industries.

"Oil tanker trucks, garbage trucks, those people who go to work in Bangor or Brull during the day and drive home at night, that damned road never lets you have a moment's peace. Trucks are constantly on the road, and God, sometimes they even wake me up, when I'm sleeping like a dead pig."

Tony was in a terrible mood because of the hotel incident.

“Tony, don’t dwell on these trivial matters. What’s important is our partnership with the Valen Group.”

Obadiah asked him about the acquisition of Warren Mining.

Tony, who was furious, naturally had no good feelings towards this bastard mining company, especially that bastard, President Danvers of Warren.

The other side simply sealed off the mine entrance, watching helplessly as the group of explorers died.

"I know the order of importance of things."

Tony said to Obadiah, "I have to go see someone now, so please excuse me."

Tony flashed the key in his hand at the other person, then turned and walked outside.

Obadiah, who was used to Tony's capricious way of doing things, only frowned slightly.

He asked Tony as he walked away, "Can I ask which beautiful lady you've arranged to meet?"

Tony waved his hand. "You guessed it, man, a stunning beauty!"

He did indeed have a date with a beautiful woman.

Sitting in the sports car, he drove onto the road.

"Upload the information about the Vampire Princess to my terminal."

Tony spoke to the car's intelligent system.

If the murals in the ruins are real, then the creatures fighting those people were vampires.

The Vampire Princess claims to be an alien vampire, so perhaps she knows something.

Chapter 137 The Vampire Princess Who Became a Gravedigger

The vampire princess mentioned by Tony Stark is currently in the manor, trying to relieve her depression.

She was busy all night and didn't sleep, but the result was still terrible.

She went to the cemetery last night when the sky was full of dark clouds.

The shadows of the trees swayed gently in the dim light of the streetlights.

The vampire princess parked the car on the street.

This street is right next to the southern end of the Yue Mu Cemetery.

After the vampire princess got off the car, the strong wind made her squint.

She pushed the door shut, went to the trunk of the car, took out a waterproof tarpaulin, wrapped the tools in it, and then walked along the shadows of the sidewalk toward the cemetery with the package in hand.

As a vampire, she was already very familiar with such eerie places.

The vampire princess crossed the road, carrying her heavy tools, and walked onto the other side of the pedestrian crossing, while warily scanning her surroundings.

I walked to the iron fence, threw my tool bag inside, and the tools fell to the ground with a soft thud.

She continued walking along the street, then turned right at the second intersection, where a tall iron fence blocked her way.

Her figure appeared and disappeared under the streetlights.

The fence is nine feet high, and each iron bar has a decorative point on top.

These are not problems for the vampire princess.

With a light leap, her tall and perfect figure jumped over the fence and entered the cemetery.

After landing, her foot stepped on a tombstone.

Just then, her phone rang.

After the call was connected, she spoke with her housekeeper, Collins.

"Is it going well, Miss?"