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

“I won’t let that happen. Harry is my friend.”

"I said if, Gwen."

"If I don't know."

Gwen felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look at Peter.

She knew what she would do, but she was too embarrassed to say it.

After all, this is too cruel.

"Oh right, my dad!"

Only then did Gwen suddenly remember her father's situation.

Her own father was also injured in the attack by the "evil spirit".

She quickly took out her phone and dialed her father's number.

Seeing Gwen preparing to have a long phone conversation with her father, Peter left the ward and headed towards Dr. Lane's room.

Although the alien embryo inside him hadn't changed much recently, he still decided to have the other person check him out.

Hey, Peter!

As soon as I stepped out of the corridor, I saw a familiar figure.

Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, walked toward him.

"It's been a long time since we last met."

Strange, who had just undergone surgery, greeted him in good spirits while wearing his surgical gown.

"Yes, I ran into quite a few old acquaintances today."

Peter greeted him while glancing at his hands.

The fact that he can still perform surgery with both hands means he hasn't become Doctor Strange because of the car accident.

"So that includes me, right?"

Strange walked up to him. "Speaking of which, I don't have your contact information yet. Perhaps to avoid an awkward situation, I think we can exchange contact information."

"of course can."

Peter nodded and took out his phone.

"Does Dr. Strange enjoy playing on his phone?"

Peter suddenly asked him a question.

"Uh, no, it's just that sometimes I like to look at CT medical records on my phone. You know, I'm a bit short on time."

Although he didn't know why Peter asked that question, he still gave a somewhat embarrassed explanation.

"That's good."

Peter nodded. "I don't think it's safe to look at CT scan records while driving, especially in this heavy rain. Don't you agree, Doctor?"

Strange: "."

"Yes, that's right."

Strange was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said.

The moment the words left his mouth, the clear sky outside was suddenly covered by dark clouds.

The dark sky looked like it was about to rain.

He frowned as he thought about the seminar he was going to attend that evening.

I'll be driving myself to the evening seminar, which involves going through winding mountain roads. I hope it won't be affected by the rain.

Peter offered Strange a few words of advice, but he wasn't really trying to stop the accident.

Moreover, he couldn't stop it himself, since even the Ancient One said that this tribulation was destined to be his.

A few words of reminder are just a way to make the other person feel indebted to you.

See, I reminded you to drive carefully, and you still sped on the mountain road in the rain.

If you don't repay me, how can you justify it?

After exchanging a few words with Strange, Peter walked toward Dr. Lane's ward.

When Strange's rumored girlfriend, Christine, walked up to him, he was still staring blankly at Peter's back.

"Stephen? Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Strange turned to Christine, "How are the patients in room 304?"

"She is very stable."

Christine turned her gaze to Peter's retreating figure, her brows furrowing slightly. "It's him?!"

"Yes, an acquaintance."

"He is also a mysterious high school student."

Christine knew more about Peter than Strange did.

She not only secretly read Peter's medical records, but also knew how much Mrs. Webber (Mrs. Spider) valued him.

"Are you alright? You don't look too good, Stephen. If you're not feeling well, don't attend the seminar tonight."

She noticed that Strange didn't look well and suggested he take a rest.

"No, no need."

Strange shook his head.

He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling about it.

Like dark clouds suddenly gathering outside, they inexplicably obscured my heart.

After Dr. Lane found nothing wrong, Peter rushed to Reed's place.

On one hand, he needs Reed to help him develop music that will allow Gwen and the symbiote to resonate more harmoniously.

On the other hand, after Gwen regains his abilities, he prepares to fight across dimensions and search for the family that will inherit his power.

After all, the other party has already noticed us. Even if we don't go looking for them, they will come looking for us.

Now that Gwen has recovered her strength, our best helper is back on track; the battle plan needs to be moved up in time.

The Reed family.

The mischievous child listened with amazement to the Gwen Stranger playing on Peter's phone.

"That's the power of music."

Peter twisted his hair. "You should get a haircut, Reed."

"I hate getting haircuts!"

After making a sarcastic remark, Reed began studying MJ's "wailing" rock music.

"This is awful."

Peter agreed with Reed, but although the song was sung by MJ, the lyrics and music were written by Gwen.

To save his girlfriend's face, he could only say against his will, "You don't understand rock and roll, kid."

Reed curled his lip. "Yes, they're all a bunch of people who attach specific cultural symbols like sex, drugs, alcoholism, hippies, and anarchism to noise music and call it rock and roll."

Peter: "."

Aren't you afraid Gwen will beat you up if she finds out you said that?!

"Reed, regardless, it was you who invented this frequency of sound waves that worked on the symbiote, so I still want to thank you."

Reed scratched his head. “I feel that ‘thank you’ is the most insignificant thing we can give to others. It’s not just a nod, a shrug, or an anxious gesture.”

Peter looked at Reed in surprise, "What else do you want?"

This brat has gone too far!

He tapped Reed on the head: "If these aren't thanks, how about a perfectly frozen high-five, and a reward of bacon, whiskey, and a unicorn? Would that be thanks?"

Reed said with a pained expression, "No, I meant when will the funds you promised arrive?"

Peter's promised sponsorship funds have not yet arrived.

He was about to ask his parents, who were still attending a conference abroad, for money.

Not yet?

Peter feigned surprise and took out his phone. "Maybe Helen forgot. I can remind her."

Actually, he forgot to tell Helen, his housekeeper.

But in front of the children, he naturally wouldn't reveal that he had failed in his duties.

After sending Helen a few text messages, Peter talked to her about Earth 001.

“I can teleport you to that universe now, but based on the story of the master craftsman you told me.”

After Kahn became Peter's subordinate, he told him the story of the weaving master.

So Reed also learned about the master weaver.

Reed peeked out from behind the computer. "He has a more precise and powerful ability to teleport dimensions than I do. I use science, while he uses almost the power of rules. It's more like three-dimensional construction in five-dimensional space. He—built a model."

"Model?"

"Yes, this model can help him travel between realities, or make other people travel according to his wishes."

Reed operated the computer and quickly constructed a complex model of a web structure in front of Peter.

He then pointed to the screen and said to Peter, “This model can connect to the structure of reality. It looks like a tapestry, a tapestry of the entire multiverse. If this tapestry is damaged, all people or worlds could disappear in the blink of an eye.”

Peter frowned upon hearing this. "So, this master weaver controlled by the heir's family has the power to destroy the multiverse?"

"That's not quite right."

Reed thought for a moment, “This weaving model is like a map. A master weaver can manipulate the yarn to change things on this map, predict the future, modify reality, and so on, but he certainly wouldn’t do that.”