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

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Her mental state was also a bit strange; she felt dizzy and her body felt heavy, as if something was pressing down on her.

"Were your parents really ordinary people, Wanda?"

"I don't know, but they're all dead."

Wanda said sadly.

Sister McGonagall paused for a moment, then said to Wanda:

“Whether your parents are ordinary people or not, Wanda, you are extraordinary now. One day you will shock the whole world. Perhaps you were not born, but forged.”

As Sister McGonagall spoke, she reached out and stroked Wanda's hair.

"From today onwards, you will follow me in your studies. Are you willing?"

Wanda paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, "I do."

She was naturally willing to live with her favorite Sister McGonagall.

"But."

Wanda covered her head.

She suddenly felt a little dizzy.

It's as if a monster has suddenly moved into my body.

This made her feel dizzy.

"What's wrong, Wanda?"

"I feel a little dizzy, and it seems..."

Wanda drifted into a deep sleep.

Moreover, while I was asleep, I seemed to see a figure appear before me.

The jet-black exoskeleton, radiating a powerful and mysterious aura, made her heart pound.

"I think I saw the demon the bishops were talking about, but he wasn't scary at all."

After saying this, Wanda fell into a deep sleep.

In the underground world of the New York copper mines, Peter detaches his consciousness from Wanda's mental world.

Helen and Fletcher watched in astonishment as the Dark Book vanished from Peter's hands.

Fletcher, who had been thrown back by the dark magic, stood up, clutching his injured chest.

"What did you do, Spider-Man?! Where is the Dark Book?"

Fletcher asked him, his face full of shock.

“I have complete control over this book and do not need to report to you.”

Peter sealed the Dark Book within Wanda's body, and now only the last page remained in his hands.

Although he could no longer use the magic within the divine book after losing it, he remained remarkably calm in the face of this woman.

Even though this ancient vampire is powerful, its fighting strength is greatly reduced now that it is injured and facing itself and Helen.

Moreover, Peter didn't believe she would dare to make a move.

The "Queen," lurking in the darkness, approached Peter, and Helen stood beside him.

Knowing that things were hopeless, Fletcher glared at Peter and prepared to leave.

Peter has obtained the Dark Book, and now that she is unable to defeat this bastard, she can only retreat temporarily.

However, after all her years of planning had failed, she couldn't help but threaten Peter, "It's not over yet, Spider-Man! We'll meet again."

Watching Fletcher vanish into a puff of smoke, Helen looked at the motionless Peter and asked, "Aren't you going to chase after him?"

"I don't want to for now."

Peter shook his head and said, "Because I threw away the Dark Book."

"Threw it away?"

Helen's eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "Where did you throw it? Why did you throw it away?"

"A very safe place, as for why, because it's not a power I can control right now."

Chapter 182 Tony Stark in Despair

Helen raised an eyebrow. "If you possess the Dark Book, it seems you could control the world."

"But I can't control myself and become someone else's puppet. I don't want to do that."

Peter waved to Helen and walked toward the other little rascal.

Although Little Rascal wasn't in the center of the battle, he still sustained some injuries.

"call!"

Letting out a breath, the little rascal gritted his teeth and tore off his gloves.

The torn gloves were wrinkled and crumpled.

A bright red cut was seeping out from the center of his palm.

Drops of blood seeped from the wound.

She sat down, opened her backpack, took out a medical bandage, and used her other hand to bandage herself.

Although touching the wound was painful, she refrained from making a sound.

While she was bandaging her wound, she didn't notice that cracks were starting to appear in the building beneath her feet.

"Crack!"

Tiny cracks extended outwards from beneath her feet.

Then, caught off guard, the building beneath her feet collapsed and plummeted downwards.

Caught completely off guard, the mischievous child cried out in alarm and fell downwards along with the stones.

The feeling of weightlessness instantly overwhelmed her.

In a panic, she instinctively tried to grab onto something, but in the end, she only grasped at thin air in vain.

"Oh!"

The next second, Peter reached out and grabbed her hand.

Little Rascal stared blankly at the suddenly appearing Spider-Man, his mind going completely blank.

A torrential and unfamiliar memory suddenly flooded into her mind.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The hand that had just removed its glove was grabbed by Spider-Man, and the two made skin-to-skin contact.

Knowing full well that her abilities were flawed, she immediately wanted to let go.

Those whose memories and abilities were previously absorbed by her will be in a state of temporary disorientation and will also suffer other injuries.

That's why she wrapped herself up completely.

If Spider-Man falls because he has absorbed his own power at this moment, then it is his own fault.

But to her surprise, Spider-Man did not show any abnormalities.

Instead, a memory suddenly flooded into her mind.

The dark and gloomy corridor was filled with the aura of death.

Blood and human tissue were splattered onto the silver metal wall.

A person wearing a helmet and fully armed walked down the corridor, holding a gun.

Deep within the dark corridor, a terrifying creature seems to lurk.

Moreover, this fully armed person seems to have a similar aura to Spider-Man.

"boom!"

The gun was pulled, and the bullet shot into the dark, unknown distance.

Immediately following was a roar, and the black creature, which Helen called an alien, pounced on him.