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

However, I don't currently own the book completely, so there is a certain risk involved.

If I completely destroy the markings on the Dark Book, perhaps I can use them for my own purposes.

Fletcher was unaware of the many thoughts that were flashing through Peter's mind.

She told Peter, “Yes, there is an ancient god lurking inside that will corrupt the mind of the user.”

Helen, who was standing nearby, saw Peter fall silent and assumed that he had been persuaded by Fletcher.

"Don't be fooled by her, Spider-Man. This woman wants the book in your hands more than anyone else."

Helen glared at Fletcher, "This woman is all talk and no action; you can't believe a word she says."

"Of course I know."

Peter nodded, and he opened his arms, letting the dark book, which emitted a ghostly glow, float in the air.

"When I hold this book, I am almost omnipotent."

After Peter became the master of the Dark Book, he immediately learned all its secrets.

He reached out his hand, and an image suddenly appeared in the air.

Fletcher and Helen were stunned when they saw the footage.

That seemed to be a battle between gods from ancient times.

The god, whose entire body shone with light, killed all other gods on Earth.

The evil demons were almost completely wiped out, except for one demon named Hutton who escaped to another dimension.

The scene then shifts, and time changes, revealing a group of Hutton's admirers and followers on Earth who collect the parchment scrolls left behind by Hutton and bind them into a book.

Peter slowly said to the two of them, "This is the Dark Book, which can grant its user great power, but will cause them to lose their soul."

Looking at the image, Helen asked Peter, "Is it the owner of the Dark Book?"

"Yes, the god of the underworld, Hutton, created the N'Gara demons. Millions of years ago, the N'Gara demons enslaved humanity, but they were eventually banished to other dimensions. He also created monster races such as the ape king leading the ape-men, the Ur-Sanar bat-men, and goblins to compete with humanity."

The temptations and corruption in this dark book now come from this demon god.

Peter paused for a moment, then continued, "The werewolves he created in Valucia plunged the world into terror. The dark dwarves, dragonmen, whisperers, and others are all descendants of Hutton or magical creations."

As Peter spoke, the images in mid-air began to change.

Birdmen and various bizarrely shaped creatures appear in the video.

The image then changes, transforming into medieval Europe.

Peter gazed at the image and said, “Until the Middle Ages, Morgan le Fay built a cult around the House of Darkness, attempting to summon Hutton and make him obey his commands. After realizing that he could not control Hutton, Morgan could not banish Hutton from the earth as he had in the primitive era, so he had no choice but to trap Hutton in Mount Wandager.”

Peter slowly reached out his hand, and the Dark Book landed in his palm.

"The so-called Dark Book is nothing more than a tool for Hutton to try to return to the human world."

After learning all the history of the Dark Book, Peter clearly understood the true nature of the magic book.

"If Hutton tries to bewitch me, he probably won't succeed, Miss Fletcher, because I'm not exactly a pure human being!"

Peter looked sharply at Fletcher.

Fletcher was stunned by Peter's gaze and stood there dumbfounded.

She hadn't expected that the Spider-Man before her, after becoming the master of the Dark Book, wouldn't descend into madness like Arklay.

On the contrary, he was incredibly clear-headed, seemingly able to break free from the control of the Dark Book.

How did this guy even do that?!

She had a bad feeling.

Peter casually swung his hand forward, and a massive surge of energy erupted outward.

Fletcher tried to dodge, but his body was suddenly restrained and he could not move.

"boom!"

The magical energy blasted her away instantly.

After Peter finished casting the dark magic, he looked down at his palm.

There was a black, unsettling presence emanating from within.

It was darkness that was eroding his body.

As expected, this thing is not so easy to use.

His gaze fell upon the Dark Book.

Although I cannot use this dark book right now, I can seal it away temporarily.

He sealed the entire Dark Book, leaving only the last page for his own study.

Furthermore, as the owner of the divine book, one can unlock it at any time.

When one's power is strong enough to deal with Hades, the god of the underworld, one can take out this book again.

As for where the Dark Book will be temporarily sealed...

Peter's gaze passed through the Dark Book and looked at the towering mountains within.

That is Mount Wandager, located in Transylvania, an Eastern European country.

He can use the Dark Book to see everything happening on Mount Wandager.

The Dark Book can detect and observe any magical fluctuations related to demons.

He saw inside the woman who was closely connected to the future of the Dark Book.

You're the one—Wanda.

This is the Wandager Mountains at this time.

Wanda Maximov is troubled.

It was just another ordinary morning.

A few irregular clouds drifted across the sky, some bright, some dark, neither like a cloudy day nor a sunny day. This ambiguity made people more easily agitated.

Wanda was experiencing a splitting headache.

She bumped into a tree branch in the early morning and had another nightmare.

There couldn't be a worse combination.

The bump on my forehead hurt terribly, but the cuts on my cheek from the tree branch were also causing pain.

It was itchy and painful, like a hungry caterpillar gnawing on a tempting big apple, which, of course, was her face.

In addition, her tailbone was also aching slightly.

As a five or six-year-old girl, she was too playful and always encountered misfortune.

On the desolate Wandager Mountain, the nuns who always scolded her with stern faces made her want to hide whenever she saw them.

So while trying to avoid it, he accidentally bumped into a tree.

Wanda sighed and, like an adult, leaned back against the door behind her.

She didn't intend to knock, but the person inside just happened to hear it, and she heard footsteps slowly approaching the door.

The nun opened the door and, just as dawn broke, saw a little girl in a red dress sitting outside her room, which clearly surprised her greatly.

"Good morning, Sister McGonagall."

Wanda said weakly.

Although it was only a few words, it was enough to cause her pain all over her body.

"Oh my God!"

The nun gasped.

Wanda saw her face: it was a genuine expression of worry, perhaps even more intense than what she was experiencing.

The nun reached out her large hands and gently lifted her up under her armpits.

Wanda's legs wobbled, and she worried she would faint.

However, Wanda took a deep breath and fought off the dizziness.

"I'm sorry, I could have brought some donuts so I wouldn't feel hungry."

Wanda said that besides feeling unwell, she is also extremely hungry.

She hadn't had breakfast yet.

"What happened? You've cut your forehead. Where's your brother?"

The nun held Wanda and wiped her fair forehead.

“He’s busy with his own things. I’m fine, just a little hungry, Sister McGonagall.”

Wanda felt that breakfast was the most important thing.

When the nun brought breakfast, she immediately began to wolf it down.

"Sister, I had a nightmare last night. Could you do a divination for me?"

After finishing breakfast, Wanda blinked and asked.

Sister McGonagall was the nun who loved her the most here, and she enjoyed talking to her.

"Didn't you say you didn't believe in my divination?"

Wanda thought for a moment and said, "I've seen a lot of fortune-telling shops down the mountain, with lots of new-age things: crystal balls, purple tassels, wind chimes, pungent incense, and fat cats lying on pillows."

"These things mean that maybe others are very capable, but you have nothing here, so I..."

Wanda looked at the nun's room with a bitter expression.

But what she saw was just a dimly lit room with fluorescent lights on.

Soft blankets and bundles of yarn were displayed on brown shelves.

There was no cat, but under the table lay a large, pot-bellied beagle, seemingly dozing off, completely still.

Wearing a light gray-blue wool sweater, Sister McGonagall, with her red hair, chuckled and flicked her head. "I'm not a psychic."