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

"I suspect those guys deliberately lured me away."

"Who?"

"I do not know."

Spider Silk hesitated for a moment before saying, "I saw a woman who looks like my counterpart."

"Wow!"

The Spider-Man Noir next to him shook his head. "Maybe it was them who did it."

Spider Silk frowned, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Whether it was the other party who did it or not, we must find that thing, otherwise we will be trapped in this universe."

Peter and Gwen's bracelet devices were retrieved by Jessica after they traveled back in time.

Without the help of the time-travel bracelet, the three of them are temporarily forced to remain in this universe.

"Perhaps there is someone who can help us."

Gwen suddenly thought of someone.

"Who?"

"Reed."

Gwen reveals the culprit who caused her and Peter to travel through time.

Although the other party's invention was somewhat unreliable, it did indeed involve traversing a parallel universe.

Regardless of whether it's reliable or not, just tell me whether you're wearing it or not.

"Mr. Fantastic?"

When Spider Silk heard the other person call out the name of Rubber Man from Fantastic Four, she was instantly stunned.

Does this parallel world also have a Mr. Fantastic?

"Although I don't know if the Mr. Fantastic you're talking about is him, I have to remind you that he's still a child."

Gwen gave the group a heads-up beforehand.

"child?"

Spider Silk felt a little incredulous that the Mr. Wonder of this world was actually a child?

Why does this sound so unreliable?

"Yes, Peter and I traveled to the spider-eating universe before using the time machine he invented. Although there were some problems along the way, he might be able to help you return to your own world."

Gwen explained Reed's story to the three of them.

This made Spider Silk even more skeptical of Mr. Wonder in this world.

“Peter is quite familiar with him, so I gave him a call.”

Gwen took out her phone, ready to contact Peter.

The little rascal felt that the world had become a fluid world.

Everything was like wet paint on a canvas, with patches of color sliding down.

In a daze, she felt hands gripping her armpits and her feet dragging on the sand.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the gray clouds, shrouding the earth in a hazy glow.

Mosquitoes swarmed around, and the pine trees cast long shadows.

The shadow, with its outstretched fingers, looked menacing, as if it were about to bare its teeth at her.

The bald man who killed Max earlier walked in front, the bloodstains on his white clothes glaringly red.

That must be Max's blood.

The bald man was carrying a bag of unknown contents, which swayed back and forth with his steps.

Time seems to be expanding and stretching.

At this moment, the little rascal had no idea where he was.

There are many trees here, and a bathtub with four claw-shaped supports is upside down on a pile of moss, the lower half of which is covered with some kind of black mold.

There was a swing nearby, with a tire hanging from a thick iron chain.

A fat crow landed on the tire, swaying back and forth as if enjoying itself.

The other person stepped on a seashell; the seashell was very fragile and would break at the slightest touch.

The little rascal tried to speak, but her mouth was still sealed shut, and she could only make muffled whimpering sounds.

She felt a bit suffocated; her two nostrils seemed unable to meet her breathing needs, and each deep breath produced a low, dry sound.

Ahead was a small house with white wainscoting, but the part near the ground was covered with moss.

The other person led me into the small house, and after pressing a switch, a staircase entrance appeared on the floor.

It seems that this small house is just a cover, and the real hidden world is inside.

She tried to resist, but then felt another wave of dizziness wash over her.

Finally, he closed his eyes and fainted.

I do not know how long it has been.

bass!

The little rascal suddenly opened his eyes.

The world suddenly descended upon her with a gust of wind, and it felt as if a river of blood flowed through her ears, an undercurrent pushing her until she was fully awake.

The little rascal found herself tied to a bed in a room with tiles that had faded to the color of meerschaum, and her hands were bound to the bed.

Her feet were also bound, and she couldn't use her arms.

Cindy was standing in front of her, staring at her like she was a lab rat.

She tore the tape off her mischievous mouth when she was little.

“You look much better, Miss Anna.”

"That's not good."

The little rascal said with dissatisfaction.

If she could, she would like to bite the other person.

"Would you feel good if I did this to you? Fuck you!"

She glared at Cindy fiercely, then started cursing.

She usually doesn't say hurtful things, but this hateful woman made her lose her temper.

Cindy shook her head in disappointment and then began to put on her gloves.

"She has no self-control at all. How can a young girl be so rude? Harry, can you teach her a lesson?"

The bald man whom Xiao Taoqi had seen before walked in and punched Xiao Taoqi in the eye with his gloved hand.

The little rascal, in pain, suddenly tilted his head back.

“That’s right,” Cindy said coldly. “This punch will teach you to be polite to people you respect. Now tell me about your ability. Your superpower is to absorb other people’s abilities, right?”

“No,” said the slightly out-of-breath little rascal, “I’m not that perverted.”

"Oh, but that's not what your friend said."

“What he said may not be true, after all, you threatened him like that at the time.”

"Yes, what he said may not be correct, but we have already conducted our investigation."

Cindy looked at her sharply. "You don't seem to understand your current situation. We will explore your body in detail and thoroughly understand its mysteries."

As she spoke, Spider Silk ordered someone to open the curtains of the room where Little Rascal was.

With a "whoosh," a bright white light instantly filled the entire room.

To the little rascal's astonishment, he discovered that in the room across the glass, there was a human lying on a bed, wrapped in various instruments.

These humans seem to be being used as lab rats in research.

"This is our research base."

Cindy looked at her and said, "If you don't cooperate, you'll probably end up like them."

As she spoke, she walked to the glass and gazed at the scene inside. "Believe me, you would never want to try this kind of experience."

The little rascal coughed. "Great, now you can do whatever you want."

Cindy ignored the little rascal's sarcasm, and then nodded and said, "Yes, I can."

“However,” he said, “your abilities far surpass those of most mutants because they are unique. You are on the same level as those superheroes, or even higher, which surprised me greatly, and I am very excited.”

"It's a real honor."

"My organization always welcomes you to join."

The little rascal blinked. "What organization are you talking about?"

“We are involved in the acquisition and distribution of tissues, as well as the research of biological applications in the human body. You could call our organization ‘spider silk’.”

The little rascal scoffed, "It's just drugs, weapons, and the sale and research of human organs."

“That description isn’t entirely accurate,” Cindy said.

"Whether it's entirely accurate or not, I have absolutely no interest in your organization."

“That’s very hurtful,” Cindy said, frowning.

Indeed, although she sounded dismissive, those words really hurt her pride.

Cindy sighed. "I'm just morally corrupt, I haven't done anything particularly evil."

What's the difference?

The little rascal's eyes were like two knife cuts, from which hatred gushed.

"I don't think so."

She didn't believe they would let her go, since they were going to use her as a guinea pig for research.