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

Peter landed on the ground, and the chilling aura emanating from him stunned the black cat in the main world.

Peter grabbed the 65-year-old black cat and his cape instantly grew out from behind him.

After glancing at the black cat in the main world, Peter hugged his black cat and flew into the sky.

In the distance, sirens wailed.

The black cat in the main world recovered from its shock and frowned as it watched Peter's disappearing figure.

Is this guy Spider-Man?!

A similar aura to Peter Parker.

Why do I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?

In the apartment hotel, Black Cat felt absolutely terrible.

Not only did he fail to get the money, he almost got into a fight with his own version of himself in this world.

"Maybe the profession I'm suited for is being a master thief. Robbery isn't for me. No, that wasn't robbery. I saved that bastard."

The black cat sighed and said.

"The best way is not to interfere, Felicia."

Peter said to her, “People have been shot all along, stabbed, burned, suffocated, and drowned. That’s their fate.”

"I wasn't that kind-hearted; I just happened to see it."

The black cat put the hotel pillow behind her back to make herself more comfortable. "But is this the black cat of this world? This feeling is really strange, like you are seeing another version of yourself. But... she seems to know you. The way she looks at you is not like that of a stranger."

Peter naturally wouldn't mention that he had stolen the other person's ring.

He shook his head. "Who knows!"

"Hmm, you always seem to like flirting with women."

The black cat stood up and walked up to him.

"There are only the two of us in this room now. Do you still want to provoke me?"

Peter: ".?!"

Earth 13, Spider Refuge Camp.

Gwen watched as the spiders around her argued.

The Spider-Man from the main universe took off his mask and said to the Spider-Men, "I think you've misunderstood. I'm just one of many Peter Parkers, no different from you. I even just got beaten up by another Spider-Man."

He was a little depressed.

That black, death-like Spider-Man left him with considerable psychological trauma.

"He is even more extraordinary, the only Spider-Man who killed Moron single-handedly. His strength is beyond our observable dimension."

Spider-Man 2099 said, looking at Gwen.

"Ghost Spider, he's your boyfriend. Perhaps you could introduce him to everyone."

Upon hearing 2099's words, everyone stopped arguing and turned their attention to her.

Bill, the British Spider-Man, stood up by the campfire.

Captain Universe also looked at her with a serious expression.

"I"

Gwen felt a little nervous being watched by a bunch of Spider-Men.

"Okay, he's Peter Parker too, maybe just like you guys."

Gwen thought for a moment before speaking, “Silk and I encountered Morron in the Spider Ogre universe. Peter killed him. We were both suppressed by Morron, but Peter was unaffected.”

She was proud of her boyfriend, but also felt a little depressed.

These Spider-Men seem to have mistaken Peter Parker for Harry Potter, the only immortal boy who could severely injure the Dark Lord, and seen by the wizarding world as the savior of the world.

No, the Spider-Man in the main universe is Harry Potter. He didn't die when facing Morgen. Peter is more like Dumbledore who took down the Dark Lord.

"His power is not suppressed by Moron?"

Captain Universe asked Gwen.

The spider silk beside him replied, "Yes, it seems that Moron is afraid of him."

Chapter 276 The Return of Moron, the Birth of the Alien

Earth 001, weaving the world.

The stronghold of the heirs is also a nation of endless defeats.

The entire city appeared dilapidated, with a gloomy, deathly atmosphere enveloping the city's night.

"Enter the hall from here, gentlemen."

A maid in a magnificent robe led a group of people into the castle.

The workers trembled with fear as they prepared to enter the legendary stronghold of the heirs.

“Mr. Robertson, I believe you know the rules, and your servants should be sensible as well.”

The maid said to the middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader, "If your servants happen to see my masters, they must not look them in the eye, and if they do, they must not apologize."

As she signed a document, she warned the middle-aged man.

"Bannon, Katzburg, did you hear that?"

The middle-aged man took the document and spoke to the two servants.

"Yes, sir."

The two men spoke cautiously, heads bowed.

The entire world has become a land of defeated nations, and the survivors here are all groveling at the feet of their successors, living a lowly and wretched existence.

"so."

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then asked the maid, "Is it true that the heirs have terrible tempers?"

The maid glanced at him. “Last week, my mistress, Ms. Verna, tore off Dr. Connor’s arm just because he was too slow to remove the pieces, not to mention what Damons did to that little boy Thompson after he broke a plate.”

The middle-aged man frowned and said to the maid, "I understand. Then this case of wine will be a gift for them. I will also send some delicacies over later."

"That's unnecessary."

The maid shook her head, indicating her refusal, "The heirs will prepare the dinner ingredients for themselves."

The banquet had begun in the main hall of the Heir's Castle.

Before the roaring campfire, all members of the Heirs sat on either side.

The burning red light illuminated everyone's face.

A somber atmosphere permeated the entire hall.

The food placed on the table wasn't vegetables or eggs and dairy, but Spider-Man figures.

There are mutated Spider-Men in spider form, and there are Spider-Men wearing ordinary spider suits.

The bodies were twisted from injuries, and their uniforms were stained with blood, giving off a pungent stench.

Despite their severe injuries, these Spider-Men are not completely dead; they are still alive.

"Enough! All we've done for so long is play with our food, Father. Why aren't we starting dinner yet?"

Brix asked the man sitting in the main seat with displeasure.

His sister, Bora, sitting next to him, nodded and said, “This is the first time I’ve agreed with Brix. Why should we wait? Maybe just a small bite, or a finger or two, or even an eye—anything that others can’t see.”

Sitting across from Bora, Damons, holding his wine glass and staring at the "food" on the table, said, "Yeah, why are we waiting? I'm starving."

Sitting next to Damiens was his half-gray-haired successor—Jenix.

As an elder in the family, Jennis said to Damons, "You're just as bad as those kids, but then again, Verna is out hunting and won't be back for a while. If these totems die, there won't be any life energy for us to absorb."

Although he told everyone to calm down, his gaze also drifted towards the Spider-Men at the dinner table.

"Squeak!"

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Verna strode into the hall.

"Sorry, it took some time."

Several maids followed behind her. She waved her hand, and they immediately withdrew.

With an aura of authority, Verna sat down near the main seat and glanced at the "food" on the table. "Looks like I didn't waste too much time."

"Great, everyone's here. Can we start eating now?"

Damiens picked up his knife and fork, ready to devour the Spider-Men.

He could no longer resist the temptation of this fresh flesh and blood.

These Spider-Men always exert an irresistible attraction on him.

The man in the main seat, the head of the heir family, Solus, rested his chin on his hands and said to the others, "No, we still have to wait for someone."

"what?"

Damiens looked at him with surprise.

"We'll wait for Morren to come back."

The people present were stunned when they heard the name Molun.

Has he been resurrected?

"Dammons asked, his mind filled with mixed emotions."

Members of the heir family all have clones, and can be resurrected even after death.

Therefore, even if Moron is killed, he can be resurrected.

"Idiot Demon Lun".

Brix muttered something.