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

After all, Gwen has always been such a sentimental person.

Peter gently stroked Gwen's blond hair and looked up.

His gaze was fixed on the distant city skyline.

The city, shrouded in darkness, appeared shrouded in a misty haze.

“I want to save her, Peter.”

Gwen suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Peter.

"Gwen Stacy, who wants to save the world."

Peter nodded, not refuting Gwen's idea.

“I’ll take you somewhere, Gwen.”

Although Gwen was a little confused about where Peter was taking her, she didn't ask any questions and obediently hummed in agreement.

After half an hour.

The two arrived at a place far from the city center.

There are many pine trees planted around, and the branches of the big trees extend over the road, forming a natural corridor.

After the two crossed the path, the view suddenly opened up before them.

Gwen stared in surprise at the tombstone before her.

This is a cemetery that has been deserted for a long time, and the tombstone bears the name "Harry Osborne".

On the altar in front of the tombstone, there was a flower that had dried out considerably.

And a pumpkin bomb shell with a smiley face painted on it.

Peter gently placed the white rose in his hand in front of the tombstone.

Gwen was initially taken aback when she saw Harry's grave.

She gazed at the epitaph above.

"He was a son loved by his father and a good man remembered by his friends. He never lost his way, he only moved forward."

She took a deep breath and gently placed the white rose in her hand in front of Harry's grave.

Although the Harry who lies buried here is not the Harry of your own world, he, like you, chose to become Spider-Man.

Moreover, he sacrificed himself for this choice.

"Perhaps Harry in this world is the happiest person he has ever been."

Peter said to Gwen, "He chose the life he wanted. Gwen, once you've chosen this path, you have no other choice but to move forward or die."

"I understand, Peter."

Gwen looked away from Harry's epitaph and said, "Thank you for comforting me. I'm always so immature."

Composing herself, Gwen asked Peter, "How did you know about this place, Peter?"

She was a little surprised that Peter knew about Harry's grave in this world.

“I asked Mary Jane.”

After Peter put down all the white roses, he said to Gwen, "Let's go, we need to go back to our own world."

Earth 65.

late at night.

Shortly after Peter and Gwen returned, on the other side of the world in Mali, Africa.

Tony Stark opened his eyes to a murky sky.

Consciousness gradually returned to the body, and the lost rationality also began to return.

My head was buzzing, as if I had been hit hard.

Tony Stark tried hard to recall his past experiences, but found them to be like a jumbled mess, impossible to remember.

He stood up and looked around blankly.

The desolate, corrupt, and old city was like a giant garbage dump.

The rotten, foul smell almost made him vomit.

This is a narrow alleyway filled with garbage and debris.

Hiding in a corner of the city, quietly waiting to rot and die, everything looks extremely unbearable.

"who am I?"

He muttered to himself.

"I am Tony Stark. Yes, I am Tony Stark, the smartest man in the world, and the president of Stark Industries."

Tony's hair was disheveled and messy, and he looked disheveled.

He banged his head hard, trying to recall more things.

But soon the scenery before him changed.

The trash and alleyways disappeared, and a secret room appeared before him.

He was tied to a chair in a secluded room, with a hood over his head, and his vision was completely dark.

Tony Stark opened his mouth and shouted for help, "Is anyone there? Please help me!"

The next second, the hood over his head was ripped off, revealing a blood-stained face.

Standing opposite him was a young man wearing glasses.

Tony Stark seems to have seen him before.

"you are?"

The bespectacled man, with his hands behind his back, quietly leaned close to his ear. "Have you forgotten me so quickly, Mr. Stark?"

Tony stared at the other person's face and quickly remembered who he was.

Six months ago, I hosted a Stark World technology expo in San Francisco.

At the exhibition, he announced the development of a "new alloy" in a laboratory in Brazil.

This alloy, which he named "SKIN," was used in a newly manufactured glider, which he also plans to use for a zero-energy round-the-world flight.

He was introducing his great invention to the audience when this guy jumped out and messed up his presentation.

"Are you that reporter?"

The bespectacled man wore a sorrowful but serious expression. "It's been six months, Mr. Stark. I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Tony asked him, "What do you want to do?"

The reporter seemed pleased with Tony Stark's reaction, letting out a chilling laugh and patting him hard on the shoulder. "I'm not a bad guy. I'm Garbo Insen. You should remember that name."

Why did you kidnap me? Do you want to kill me?

"Tony," Stark asked through gritted teeth.

Garbo Insen, as if chatting with an old friend, touched Tony's cheek with her hand and then touched his shoulder, letting him support her body.

"What? No, no, no, no, I won't kill you, at least not now. I just want you to see the ugly things you've done. I'm not a villain like you."

Garbo Insen licked her lips and added, "You may invent some new alloy in Brazil, but you've wreaked havoc on our homes, you can't be unaware of that, can you?"

As if afraid Tony Stark wouldn't remember, he pulled out a photograph and handed it to him. It was a picture of a helpless child looking at his destroyed home.

"No"

Tony Stark's voice was tinged with pain.

“You destroyed countless homes, you flattened the rainforest and drove people out of their homes, you destroyed my home, and I want to know why you did this.”

Tony Stark lowered his head. "I don't know. This wasn't my intention."

"Yes, that's your thinking. Do you think that by turning a blind eye to the catastrophe you've caused, you won't seem so hateful?"

Garbo Yinsen sneered at him and said, "You don't care who your buyer is, do you? As long as your shareholders can make a profit, you're willing to sell your conscience for it."

Tony Stark was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"Furthermore, those terrorists bought your single-shot particle cannons and air cushion platforms. They used these to build siege tanks and wantonly trampled on my country. My country is on the verge of collapse because of these machines of yours, but—nobody cares!"

"Nobody in the Western countries cares!"

Tony Stark covered his face. "This wasn't my intention."

"No! This is the real you! A hypocritical and effeminate egoist!"

Garbo Insen grabbed his hair and made him look at her.

At the same time, he picked up the photo with his other hand and carefully examined its contents.

"Do you really think that way? This has nothing to do with you, you were unaware of it, you are innocent?"

Garbo Insen reveled in Tony Stark's breakdown, yet his expression seemed to carry a hint of pity. "No, this is the crime you committed! Even if you escape the law, you cannot escape the judgment of hell, and I am hell!"

As he spoke, he magically produced a crowbar from his sleeve, squatted slightly, leaned forward, and made a golf swinging motion.

"I'll let you taste what it's like to be humiliated."

Using a crowbar like a golf club, he aimed in a certain direction and said to Tony Stark, "So, are you ready to go to hell?"

"Tom!"

Garbo Insen suddenly swung the crowbar at Tony Stark's chest, sending him and his chair sliding backward.

Suddenly!

Tony Stark opened his eyes.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The blinding light overhead made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

The faint sound of two people talking could be heard nearby.

"He's fine, his condition has stabilized."