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

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I don't know what kind of existence I am in this world?!

Peter asked her, "We have a few choices: do we stay here and wait, or do we go to another world and see what you want?"

"What kind of person am I in this world?"

The black cat asked Peter.

Peter once fought with the black cat of this world and even stole a priceless ring from it.

He thought for a moment and said to the other person, "Not bad, she's a thief just like you, but her profession isn't a singer, she's just an office worker. And her experience is similar to yours, she lost her father at a young age."

That's a bit bad.

The black cat shrugged. "Perhaps we can go and see other worlds."

Earth 999.

It seems like a normal world.

At least in the black cat's view, this world seemed no different from the world it lived in.

The hazy night completely enveloped the city under the fog.

There was a bar where the two had come from.

"not bad."

As the black cat spoke, it tapped the rim of the glass, “Put another glass of iced tea into this drink, and elevate it before drinking. This way of mixing drinks is similar to what we do in our world.”

Peter didn't speak; he looked at the bartender at the bar.

The other person was wearing a black polo shirt, which looked like a bundle of dry branches.

She might be twenty-one, but she looks only eighteen, with a rugged acne patch on her face.

Peter felt the bar was rather deserted.

The place is deathly silent. It would be more fitting if tombstones were placed on every stall and table, and the area was covered with cobwebs and cemetery moss.

"Do you enjoy drinking, Felicia?"

Peter asked her.

"It's alright. Alcohol is alcohol, and greasy food is greasy food. In my eyes, they are no different."

Black Cat shrugged and said, "I usually come to bars to drink, eat, and forget."

“I want to ask you something,” the black cat said, her words slightly mumbled, and she felt so good speaking indistinctly.

Although each iced tea leaf was weak on its own, they all gathered in her stomach and together formed a large pot of foamy liquor.

Peter put down his glass. "What?"

"In so many parallel worlds, is there a chance that I became Spider-Man, or that my little tiger became a spider? Perhaps, cats and Spider-Man can have some connection, just like we have."

Peter shook his head. "Maybe. I don't know. After all, there are many unknowns in this world."

The black cat put down the "iced tea," but there wasn't enough alcohol in it.

She was slightly tipsy and drunk.

On the other hand, it's also possible that this is a tall, frosted glass used to hold topical alcohol, which is why it's not so easy to fill.

The black cat heard a sound coming from her right: the clicking of fingers on the bar counter.

At the far end of the bar, no one was sitting there; a large, fat crow stood there, drinking the last few drops of wine from the bottom of a small glass.

Its beak made a clinking sound at the bottom of the glass bottle.

Smoke slowly rose from its beak.

She blinked, and the crow vanished.

"Okay, I'm a little drunk."

Her voice was soft as a surge of hot acid refluxed from her stomach up to her throat.

This is a chilling reminder: I seem to have had a bit too much to drink.

The black cat called out to the bar, "Hey buddy, do you have any drinks that can help you sober up?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The bartender replied to the black cat in a rough, hoarse voice typical of adolescence.

The other party then threw a new drink at the black cat.

"Whoosh!"

The other person, with spider silk clinging to their hand, handed over the wine glass.

"Oh!"

The wine glass was placed steadily on the table.

The black cat stared in disbelief at the scene before it.

Peter was also somewhat surprised.

"you!"

The black cat's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're—Spider-Man?"

She never expected that she would see the so-called Spider-Man so soon after arriving in this world.

"Spider-Man? No, I'm not."

"But just now!"

"You mean this move? Many people know it. My move is nothing special."

The black cat gaped. "You're saying a lot of people know this trick? Does that mean there are Spider-Men everywhere here?!"

Meanwhile, the omnipotent universe.

The omnipotent cosmic center of all multidimensional timelines.

The concept of an omnipotent universe is somewhat complex.

After all, the Marvel universe is simply too vast and complex. In addition to thousands of superheroes, there are also all sorts of bizarre and outlandish god-like characters who seem to have wandered into the wrong universe, such as Zeus, Gaia, and so on...

It's difficult to categorize these characters as belonging to a single universe, a multiverse, or even a super-universe.

Based on a simple ranking of power, it would roughly be: single universe, multiverse, super-universe, and omnipotent universe.

The omnipotent universe contains everything imaginable. It is all that is known, all that is unknown, all that cannot be understood, felt, or imagined by human thought and consciousness, but can be understood, felt, and imagined by higher intelligent life and consciousness. It is also the sum of all unknown universes and all known and unknown things that exist and do not exist.

In the omnipotent universe at this moment, Billy is sitting in a chair.

The chair he made is linked to a web of fear, a web similar to that woven by a master weaver, which allows one to view all dimensional worlds.

Billy isn't some great god; he's just an ordinary Spider-Man.

He was recruited here by Captain England.

As for why Captain Britain can appear in the omnipotent universe.

It was because he was once rescued by Merlin, the wizard from the time of King Arthur, who granted him powerful magical abilities, making him Captain Britain. Later, he obtained the sword in the stone, possessing the power to cut through the entire universe.

Captain Britain has assembled the Captain Britain Legion in the entire universe.

He recruited superheroes from different dimensions into this space.

Billy felt somewhat uneasy at this moment.

His spider-sense kept pricking him; something had happened, and he could sense its importance.

So he sat down in the chair of the web of fear and gave the order.

"Scanning Earth - 1983 to 1985, was any dimensional invasion detected?"

"Yes, dear, Earth - New York City, 1983."

Billy continued to give orders, "Project it out for me."

A scene unfolded before his eyes.

The successor, Damiens, grabbed Spider-Man by the neck and lifted him into the air.

"What...what have you done? Monster!"

Damons sneered, "Of course you know what I did to you and your friends, you just don't want to admit it. You have no words to describe it, you don't even have the words to describe what I did to you, but... this naivety won't save you."

"I can feel that this world is too simple, too kind, and gentler than most other worlds."

He gripped Spider-Man's hand even tighter, "Mmm, I've never tasted anything so sweet before! It's like delicious candy."

"Lacha!"

As he spoke, he snapped Spider-Man's neck.

"Damn it!"

Billy, who had observed everything, slammed his fist down in anger.

"Scanner, immediately trace this group's entrance and perform a multi-dimensional timeline search. Are there any similar readings?"

The web of fear replied to him: "Yes, dear, Earth 999 is locked."

"Show it."

An image of Earth 999 was immediately projected.

The image of Peter and the black cat in the bar appeared before his eyes.

"This is."