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

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Gwen glanced at Peter, her expression one of eager anticipation.

Peter, though deeply suspicious, was pulled into the garbage truck by Gwen.

As Reed pressed the button on the time machine.

An even more blinding white light suddenly filled the room.

An invisible light enveloped the two of them.

The two were then enveloped in bubbles, and a colorful tunnel unfolded before their eyes.

The passage, filled with various lights, instantly sucked the "bubble" where the two were located into it.

Gwen gripped Peter's hands tightly as they traveled through the time tunnel.

She was so excited she wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.

The bubble they were in accelerated, and a white light shot towards them from the end of the passage.

"Oh!"

The next second, Peter appeared high in the sky, plummeting downwards!

Chapter 192 Are there no Spider-Mans in parallel worlds?

Sensing the unusual scent in the air, Peter's cloak instantly billowed out behind him and slid down.

The environment before him was a dim night, and the air smelled different from what he usually felt.

"Boom!"

Peter put his feet on the ground and looked around.

This appears to be an interstate highway, with a rusty sign on the side of the road that reads "40," suggesting it is Interstate 40.

Peter looked around but couldn't find Gwen anywhere.

He took out his phone and found that the electronic devices he had brought with him from another time were still usable, but there was no signal.

I glanced at the positioning bracelet on my wrist. The positioning system on the screen was broken, and the jumbled numbers formed the number "51412".

Did Reed, that brat, really think he could return to his original world in a second?

Did this guy mess up?

And Gwen has also become separated from him.

"Shet!"

He cursed under his breath and stuffed his phone, which had no signal, into his pocket.

The most urgent task now is to find Gwen.

The two entered the time tunnel together from inside the "bubble," and Gwen must have also entered this unknown world.

It is estimated that the two arrived at different locations when they entered that world.

Peter frowned as he looked around at the desolate landscape.

Perhaps because the heavy rain had just stopped, the highway, resembling a jade ribbon, shone brightly.

The air was filled with the damp smell of asphalt, an aroma that easily evoked images of earthworms crawling across a wet, gravelly road.

A car whizzed past him, and Peter could only see the blinding headlights slowly approaching, followed by the neon-like taillights fading into the distance.

Just as he was deep in thought, a bright white light shone down on him.

Peter looked up and saw the car's headlights; behind the bright light was a huge, roaring black shadow.

The hydraulic brakes were making a continuous hissing sound; it was the cab of an 18-wheel truck without a trailer.

Under Peter's watchful eye, the truck slowly slid to the side of the road and came to a stop, the gravel crunching and rattling under its massive tires.

Under the bright light, Peter quickly made out the outline of the driver in front of the lights.

The white male driver was very muscular and looked like Shrek.

Shrek poked his head out of the car and asked Peter, "Want a ride?"

His voice boomed like a bell, even drowning out the sound of the idling engine.

Peter glanced at the other person, shrugged, and said, "Of course."

Having no knowledge of the world, he needed a local to ask him about the situation.

Of course, if the other party has malicious intentions, he wouldn't mind sending them on their way.

Peter didn't say anything after getting on the bus.

The highway seemed endless, and it was pitch black outside the car window, with only the headlights of the car in front casting long beams of light that divided the night in two.

Pine trees and signs along the roadside appeared from the darkness, then quickly disappeared back into the darkness behind the car.

Like the truck driver in "Shrek," he's a big guy.

The other person's hands felt like sandbags, his shoulders were as strong as a bull's, and his chest was like a stone block.

The truck's cab was equally clean, almost ridiculously so, with not a speck of dust in sight.

"Where are you going?"

After scrutinizing Peter, Shrek asked him a question.

“Anywhere is fine,” Peter replied, “Let’s go to the nearest city.”

"The nearest city?"

Shrek looked at Peter and said, "That's Rick Potter. You're still a student, right? You look very young."

"Yes."

Peter casually replied to him.

Rickport is in northeastern New York, very close by, so it seems he has traveled to the vicinity of New York City.

If this is a parallel universe, could there be another Peter Parker in New York?

Is this Peter Parker Spider-Man?

If he is, has he already been killed by the heir's family?

As Peter gazed at the scenery flashing past the window, he began to think.

“My name is Wright,” Shrek suddenly said, forcing him to pause his thoughts.

“Peter, Peter Parker.”

Peter replied to him.

"Thank you, I always clean the inside of my car from time to time."

Wright sat up straight, looking every bit the model driver.

"The past two weeks have been exhausting. I just made a trip to Cincinnati, and now I have to go to Charlotte for another trip."

He then shut his mouth, took a deep breath, and said, "So the truck hasn't been cleaned lately, and I thought you'd be upset about it."

The driver, who looks like Shrek, has a personality that is inversely proportional to his size.

"Yes, truck drivers have a very tough job."

Peter chatted with him casually.

"I'm alright. After this trip, I'll have a few more days before I go out on the road again. I rarely rest; I'm usually running around non-stop. But... this time I plan to take a few days off."

Wright looked at Peter. "Are you a backpacker? It's not very safe for you to be alone in a place like this at night."

"I live in New York. My wallet was stolen while I was traveling, that's why..."

Peter didn't finish his sentence, but Wright already understood what he meant.

That's really bad.

Wright sighed, then quickly added, "I was thinking, if you're going to New York, I can take you... It's not far from here, just an hour's drive south."

Faced with the other party's enthusiasm, Peter did not refuse. "Thank you. I will pay you when we arrive in New York."

"No need, I'm fine anyway."

Perhaps thinking that Peter had misunderstood him and thought he had ulterior motives, he quickly explained, "I was planning to go to New York anyway, and it's on my way."

Peter nodded and asked the other person, "Do you have a newspaper?"

He wanted to see how this parallel world differed from his own.

"Oh, yes, there's a newspaper in the trunk. I'll get it for you right away."

Wright slowed the truck down and then handed Peter a newspaper.

Peter glanced through the newspaper and found it contained political news and current events happening around the world.

It seems that this world is not much different from my own.

Mutants and superheroes also exist.

However, he didn't find any news about Spider-Man on it.

Peter closed the newspaper and asked Wright, "Mr. Wright, do you know Spider-Man?"

"Spider-Man?"

Upon hearing the name, Wright paused for a moment.

"Who is this?"