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

"I don't know. Sometimes, I can't manage the relationship between my life and my responsibilities."

Gwen thought of Medea Parker from earlier.

If I were to join forces with those Spider-Men to fight against the Successors, my life here might come to an end.

But she couldn't deceive herself into pretending she didn't know.

She understood what Gloria meant.

Gloria told herself to do what she wanted to do and not to waste time in school.

"Why not give it your all and do what you want to do? Gwen, your life isn't going to be confined to a small school."

Gloria finished her Cure soda and poured herself another.

"So, what are your plans now, Gwen?"

"I don't know, but I think I have a general idea now."

Gwen exhaled and hugged him.

"Thank you, Gloria, thank you for your continued support."

"We're best friends."

Gloria patted Gwen on the shoulder, “But there’s one thing, our ‘Mary Janes’ band can’t break up, or MJ will kill me.”

"of course."

Gwen smiled and said, "You guys helped me a lot last time."

If Peter hadn't played the band's songs, he might have lost his mind like Eddie.

night.

Parker's house.

Gwen told Peter about her encounter with Maddie Parker, the Spider Girl.

“I think they need help.”

Gwen shared her thoughts, "We can help them."

"uh-huh."

Peter nodded, neither confirming nor denying.

He hadn't expected that Gwen would also encounter members of the Spider Legion.

Given Gwen's personality, she would definitely want to help these Spider-Men.

“That would be very dangerous, Gwen.”

Peter said to Gwen, "We can't protect all the Spider-Men. Some Spider-Men will die."

"I know, I just want to do what I can to help them."

Gwen knew Peter's personality.

Peter is unlikely to be interested in ordinary, unrelated things; in terms of personality, he is the indifferent type.

If it weren't for his own sake, Peter probably wouldn't have intervened at all, whether it was the school playground incident or the train derailment at the Natural History Museum.

Gwen curled up on the sofa. "I suddenly remembered a folk song."

Peter: "?"

"London Bridge is falling, falling, falling, everything is falling apart, and in the end, only eternal chaos remains."

"Your thoughts jump around a bit too fast, Gwen."

"I just like to daydream, Peter. Do you know the story of London Bridge?"

"not sure."

"The story goes like this: In the past, they sacrificed children to build bridges. The legend said that burying a dead child under the bricks would keep the bridge standing. However, this did not work, because eventually, all the bridges collapsed and were destroyed."

Gwen turned her gaze to Peter.

"Sacrifice may be inevitable, but can sacrifice really put everything back on track?"

She held Peter's hand. "I always had a feeling that if we didn't help them and let Spider-Man sacrifice too much, things might get out of control and become chaotic."

Peter listened to Gwen's words and nodded.

Gwen has a strong mental consciousness and often feels or dreams about things.

Perhaps some things are not simply baseless rumors.

"Those Spider-Men are about to go to Earth 616, maybe we can go and see if we can help in any way."

Peter said to Gwen.

He can conveniently transfer the spider silk to his own world.

With these Spider-Men making their appearance, it's estimated that the successors' actions will gradually accelerate.

So he needs to speed things up.

"You mean, you're willing to help them?"

Gwen asked in surprise.

"I'm Spider-Man too, not some villain, of course I'd be willing."

Peter lied without batting an eye.

I can help, as long as we don't wipe out this group of Spider-Men.

Chapter 267 You stinky homeless Parker!

The library was quiet and peaceful in the early morning, surrounded by buildings—a "bang" came from behind the wall, followed by creaking and the sound of a chimney.

Although Gwen walked on the old, dusty carpet that ran along the floor, the wooden floor beneath her feet still creaked and howled.

A hazy, gray light, broken into strands by the rain, shone through the window, dim and damp.

This gave Gwen the illusion of drowning.

Dust particles floated and swirled beneath the dim beam of light.

The file racks in the library were all labeled: these labels weren't the colorful tape kind, but rather the small decorative panels screwed into wooden bases.

Each panel is engraved with a date.

These areas, which hold all the newspapers, also have about five hundred file racks—overall, they look like an enlarged wine rack, with holes on the sides that resemble hollow diamonds.

Gwen moved along the file rack like a busy hummingbird.

"These are from the last week, and there are also some from two weeks ago. These seem to be from a long time ago."

Gwen crouched down and flipped through the latest newspaper.

Peter told her that this was the best way to quickly understand the world.

So after she and Peter arrived in the 616 world, they went to the largest library in New York to consult the most comprehensive collection of newspaper materials.

Behind her, someone cleared their throat.

Gwen turned around.

She saw Peter standing there, wearing jeans and a black V-neck T-shirt.

Peter's lips, which stretched across his chin, formed a hard line.

"What's wrong, ninja samurai?"

The two separated to look up news materials, and Gwen thought Peter had discovered something.

"Did you find anything interesting on the filing shelf, Peter?"

"This is a very difficult question to answer."

Peter said calmly, "Everything happening in this strange world seems very interesting. Also, why do you call me a ninja samurai, Gwen?"

"This is a compliment that you're like a tough guy."

"Ah, a different perspective."

Gwen stood up, coughed, and crossed her arms. "Shouldn't we go find those Spider-Men now? Or find Silk? Isn't she the bride? Silk plays a very important role in the Heirs' family's memorial ceremony."

"Do not worry."

"Ok."

Gwen blinked. "But have you seen any valuable news? About the world?"

"There's one, about Spider-Man clones. A few days ago, a clone that was supposedly Spider-Man appeared. It seems that besides Peter Parker and Spider-Silk, there are quite a few Spider-Men here."

"Clone?"

Gwen thought for a moment, "I want to know what this means. Does it mean Spider-Man created using cloning technology?"

That's probably what it means.

"It's hard to believe I don't have a good impression of clones."

Gwen shrugged and moved a little closer to Peter.

"why?"

"Think about it, only those crazy, eccentric scientists would think about creating clones, right? Clones have thoughts; how would they view themselves and their original owners?"

Peter nodded. "That makes sense."

In a building not far from the library.

The spider silk that Peter mentioned is currently fighting with a guy.

The guy, completely encased in a special combat suit, was targeted by Spiderweb right after robbing a bank.

"Oh!"

A yellow electric current shot out from the opponent's hand, blasting the spider silk outwards.

Spider Silk stood up, her hands clenched into fists.