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

"I'm afraid I'll get trapped in this cycle."

Sarah said with a wry smile.

She was really afraid that she wouldn't be able to get out of there.

"Hey Peter, something seems to have happened!"

Gwen's voice suddenly came from inside.

Chapter 206 Peter, you are the killer!

Sarah quickly followed.

The television in the living room was turned on and was playing current events news.

"It is reported that an attack occurred near Canal Street in Brooklyn, with suspected attacks on passersby by an unknown creature."

As the news anchor reported, images of a hideous monster attacking passersby appeared on television screens.

The monster, seemingly out of its mind, had long fangs, a protruding forehead, and red eyes. It would pounce on and bite anyone it saw.

Unaware of what was happening, Gwen looked at the television screen and, somewhat puzzled, turned to Peter and asked, "What is that? Zombies?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head and said, "I've killed similar creatures before. They were probably monsters infected by people bitten by Barton Parnell."

The spider-ogre that rescued Sarah in the cemetery and killed had this characteristic.

Sarah, shocked by what she saw, nodded. "Yes, he was bitten by a hermit spider and mutated. This spider lays its eggs inside other creatures, so these people may have been infected by him in this way."

She still feels a lingering fear when she thinks about how Barton almost bit her.

She glanced at Peter.

If Peter hadn't saved me, I probably would have ended up like these people.

"We have to stop these infected spider monsters."

Gwen immediately stood up and put the hood on her head.

Although it's not her own world, taking responsibility to help others is a sense of responsibility ingrained in Gwen's bones.

Although Peter didn't want to get involved, he stood up after seeing Gwen's actions.

But the moment I stood up, I felt a sudden wave of instability.

A feeling of dizziness washed over him.

The alien embryo in his chest cavity began to throb violently again.

This time, the beating was more intense than ever before, as if it were about to leap out of my chest.

The feeling of nausea and vomiting travels along the nerves to the brain.

Countless murky fragments of memory began to flash through my mind.

These incomplete memories are like fragments, disjointed and lacking even the most basic continuity.

But he could vaguely recognize that these were the memories of Spider-Man from countless multiverses.

At the same time, a feeling of nausea surged from my chest directly to my throat.

To avoid causing Helen to become pregnant again, Peter resisted the urge to vomit.

A feeling of fullness throughout the body, with power surging outwards like a tide.

He was filled with power, so much so that even the bones in his body ached.

He clenched his fists, enduring the pain in his body.

Has the alien embryo inside my body grown again?

After absorbing countless Spider-Man souls, or rather, life energy, from within Moron, he chose to inherit superior DNA, causing his body to be unable to bear the burden.

Gwen, who was standing nearby, quickly noticed that something was wrong with Peter.

Seeing Peter's furrowed brow and slight trembling, she immediately asked, "Are you alright, Peter?"

"It's nothing, I'm probably just too tired. I'll be fine after a rest."

Peter tried his best not to show anything unusual.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said to Gwen, "You go to the scene first, I'll rest for a bit and then I'll be there."

"Really?"

Gwen was very worried about his current state; her face was full of concern.

"Maybe I can stay here with you. Maybe the police will be there soon. They might not need me."

Gwen wanted to find an excuse for herself.

She wanted to stay and take care of Peter.

“I’m fine. You don’t need to force yourself to change for me, Gwen.”

Peter comforted Gwen.

Gwen reluctantly went to the scene in the end.

After Gwen left, Peter, who was standing, reached out and placed his hand on Sarah's shoulder.

Sarah quickly supported Peter with her hand and said to him, "Are you really okay? I think you're just putting on a brave face. Only a girl like Gwen would be fooled by you."

“I didn’t deceive you with malicious intent, so it’s understandable.”

Peter asked the other person to help him to bed to rest.

"Your body is burning up."

Sarah frowned, reached out and touched Peter's forehead, and found it was frighteningly hot.

And she could even hear her own heart pounding so hard.

"No, no, I have to take you to the hospital."

Sarah immediately tried to pull out her phone to call for emergency help.

"unnecessary."

Peter reached out to stop her, saying, "I'm not an ordinary person; even hospitals can't cure my condition."

Sarah asked excitedly, "What kind of battle did you experience last night?"

At that moment, she felt like a complete idiot for not noticing Peter's strange behavior at first.

"It's nothing, just killed a hunter with a bad reputation."

Peter answered her, despite the pain.

"Okay, you rest first, I'll think of something."

Sarah realized she had talked too much and immediately helped Peter to her room.

"Oh!"

Peter's body fell heavily onto her bed.

After covering Peter, who had his eyes closed, with a blanket, she left the room feeling uneasy.

Sitting on the sofa, Sarah watched the news on TV, but found herself completely uninterested.

She turned off the TV, pressed her hand against her forehead, lowered her head, and closed her eyes to rest.

But because of Peter's situation, I couldn't calm down no matter what.

From their first meeting in the cemetery to the moment when the other person took him, unconscious, into the room from Patton's hands.

These images lingered in her mind.

She drifted off to sleep, feeling groggy.

Suddenly!

She suddenly saw the hand of the spider-like cannibal she had encountered in the cemetery attacking her again.

Startled, she opened her eyes and curled up backward.

When he looked up, he saw Peter's face.

"I...I fell asleep?"

Sarah stood up somewhat embarrassed.

"Yes."

"and many more!"

Realizing something was wrong, Sarah exclaimed in surprise, "Are you all better?"

"That's how it looks right now."

After resting for an hour, his symptoms of discomfort were greatly relieved.

Although I still have some fever and feel drowsy, it no longer affects my activities.

"That's good."

She breathed a sigh of relief when Peter said he was alright.

“I knew you wouldn’t give up easily; after all, you don’t look like the kind of person who can be easily defeated.”

Peter asked her curiously, "You can even tell something like that?"

"Of course, for example, I can see that you and Spider-Woman, I mean Gwen, your styles are obviously different. You're like an assassin."

"Killer?"

Peter repeated the word, looking thoughtful.

"Indeed, I am an assassin, and I don't want to hide it. It's not something that can be explained simply by saying that I've killed people before. After all, other Spider-Men have also killed people under certain circumstances."

Peter looked out into the pitch-black night and continued to Sarah, “But it’s clear that Gwen and I are different from those Spider-Men. I’ve seen things they’ve never seen: brutality, destruction, and darkness.”

Sarah stared blankly at Peter's face, listening to his story.