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

"up to you."

Ignoring Damons, Verna turned to her attendants and said, "Servants, come and serve me. I want to go hunting."

“Yes, Mrs. Verna.”

The beautifully dressed maids immediately came forward to obey her orders.

"Don't forget to bring my hunting dog."

"Yes, Mrs. Verna, Dark Night, Flameheart and Klevinov have prepared the reins and are ready to go."

The maids approached her, leading several "hunting dogs" on leashes.

However, the "hunting dogs" were not real hunting dogs, but rather humans with gags attached to their mouths.

The "hunting dogs" lay prone on the ground, and those on all fours were led over.

As the maid reported to Verna, she asked, "Madam, are they enough? Should I prepare some more?"

Verna shook her head. "No, no need. This is enough. I'm not going to do anything earth-shattering."

"The Weaver."

The master weaver, who was previously bound, has now transformed into a giant spider crawling on the web.

A voice came from the spider's mouth, the master weaver, "Yes, Mrs. Verna, I obey your command."

"Open a door and send me to the place where young Spider-Men are born. They taste so fresh and delicious when they're just ripe."

Dammons watched as Mrs. Verna prepared to leave with her hounds and snorted coldly.

"Furna, you're still deceiving yourself."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Verna stopped in her tracks.

“You’ve been avoiding a line, and our entire family has been avoiding that line.”

Verna turned around, her sharp gaze sweeping over him. "It's not about avoiding, it's about preserving. That world should be saved for last."

Dammons's gorilla-like face became even more squinty with his eyes narrowed.

"Earth 65 is the world of Death and Spider-Man, right? You are all avoiding him, you are all afraid of him, deliberately avoiding this world, not wanting to encounter him."

Verna stepped forward, staring into his eyes. "Don't even think about that world. Father won't let you touch this world either."

"Hmm, so you're just going to obey your father's orders without question?"

"Don't say anything strange in front of me, Damons."

Verna warned him, "Otherwise I'll show you what real pain is."

"Earth 001?"

Peter frowned after learning about Earth 001 from Reed.

So much so that I was still thinking about it during dinner.

Gwen stared at the food in front of her, lost in thought.

She always felt that something was wrong with her.

Could it be that Peter was right, and the symbiote is starting to affect my mind?

She glanced at Peter somewhat guiltily.

Last night I had a dream I'd never had before.

Although I often dream after putting on that "coat," none of my dreams have given me the same unique experience as last night's.

She dreamt that she and Peter engaged in activities that cannot be described in detail.

At first, the door was pushed open, and her and Peter's figures were intertwined.

They separated, then came back together, unable to bear being apart again. Then, as if they had lost control, they began to rotate around each other.

My bottom bumped into the table against the wall, scattering letters all over the floor. Then a picture frame fell down with it, shattering the glass with a crash.

Then Peter pressed her against the armrest of the sofa.

Their lips touched lips, their teeth touched teeth, and their tongues touched.

Then she lightly bit Peter's lower lip a few times, and Peter returned the favor by raising one of her legs and wrapping it tightly around Peter. Then, with a spin, the two switched positions.

Finally, their clothes were left behind, scattered from the living room all the way to the bedroom.

Are you horny?

Aunt May noticed that Gwen's face was a little red, so she reached out and touched her forehead.

She thought Gwen's face was red because she had a fever.

“No, just.”

Gwen glanced guiltily at Peter, then fanned the air with her hand.

"This soup is a little hot."

Gwen pointed to the cream of mushroom soup that Aunt May had made and explained.

"Have it?"

Aunt Mei tasted the delicious mushroom soup with a puzzled look. "It's not very hot."

"I mean it was so delicious that I accidentally burned my tongue just now."

Gwen offered a very weak explanation.

Peter, sitting next to her, assumed that Gwen's discomfort was due to issues with the symbiote.

"Are you ok?"

Peter whispered to her.

"It's nothing, I just remembered a dream I had last night."

"Dream?"

Peter looked at her with a puzzled expression.

He discovered that Gwen's mental attributes were indeed quite strong, and she dreamed frequently.

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamt that we were fighting."

"fight?"

Peter glanced at Gwen and whispered, "Then you definitely lost. No matter where you fight, you're the loser, Gwen."

Gwen: "."

She really wanted to say they were fighting in bed.

But looking at Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben beside him, he swallowed those words.

late at night.

Gwen sneaked out and stood on the rooftop of the office building.

She felt that she had indeed become a little strange lately.

After all, I would never have had such a dream before, nor would I have dared to imagine such a thing.

Standing near the edge of the rooftop, she exhaled.

"Buzz!"

The sound of a car speeding by could be heard in the distance, followed by the sounding of sirens.

Upon seeing the police car flashing its red lights, Gwen immediately realized that criminal activity had occurred.

"Whoosh!"

She shot out spider silk from her wrist, pulling herself into the air, and then quickly chased after the police car.

Self-service laundromat.

Gwen watched as the little boy in the laundromat clung to his father, sobbing and crying, "Daddy, Daddy, wake up, wake up!"

His father lay in a pool of blood, already in a coma.

He was shot in the chest, and blood gushed out.

Beside him was his wife, who was supporting him, looking at her husband who had collapsed into her arms in disbelief.

"He's over there! That guy ran that way, hurry and catch him!"

The nearby citizens noticed Spider-Woman's appearance and immediately pointed out the killer's escape route to her.

Gwen felt an overwhelming rage welling up inside her.

"Whoosh!"

She shot out spider silk from her wrist and quickly chased after her opponent.

"Oh!"

The spider silk carried her across the sky above the alley and landed her on the rooftop on the other side.

In the alley, the thugs hiding behind the trash cans trembled as they watched Spider-Woman appear above them.

His right hand could barely grip the gun anymore.

He originally just wanted to scare the man into handing over the money.

I never expected the other party to snatch my pistol!

During the struggle for the weapon, he accidentally pulled the trigger, hitting the guy squarely in the chest.

"God, God forgive me, I didn't mean to."

He muttered to himself.

At the same time, with a "thump," Gwen jumped into the alley.