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

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“You have to get used to all of this, Strange.”

"Then I'd rather die."

Christine was speechless for a moment before finally saying softly, "We will all die, Strange."

"But squandering a meaningless life is more painful to me than death."

“You’re too pessimistic, Strange.”

"pessimistic?"

Strange said in a slightly detached tone, "This is a rational self-judgment."

“Rationality? Just like what you said to Peter Parker before, you ridiculously thought he knew about your car accident all along, that’s not rational.”

Christine said in a somewhat displeased tone.

“We all know he’s not a normal person.”

Strange turned to look at her. "You know him better than I do, don't you?"

“Yes, I knew from the beginning that he was unusual, but he had absolutely nothing to do with fortune telling or anything like that.”

Strange's tone turned cold. "But you never told me that, did you?"

Hearing the other person's curt words, Christine fell silent.

After a long pause, she said to her friend, "You're not yourself anymore, Dr. Strange."

"Fate wants me to become someone unlike myself, to make a different choice, to accept fate. I want to say, Fuck! Absolutely not! You know what? I will not follow the path of fate."

Strange said emotionally, "Because I've lost too much, I can only go down one path."

Driven by his childhood dream, he embarked on the path of becoming a doctor. For this, he even missed his father's funeral, and his younger brother died in front of him.

There will never be only one path.

Christine also got angry, saying, "Because you only see one path, you are arrogant and conceited, Strange, you never care about what other people think, you believe you can get anything you want with your own two hands, you don't care about anything."

She finally snapped, “You think all the doctors in the hospital are useless, everyone is dispensable in your eyes, and money and honor are what you want to pursue. You are not only estranged from your family, but even Madeline can’t stand you like this.”

(Madeline: Strange's ex-girlfriend, UN translator)

“You are now in deep pain, Strange, like a mouse trapped in a mousetrap, because you know that even if you were given a second chance, if you were given the past to choose from, you would still choose the wrong path every time, a path you cannot bear, a path that will constantly remind you that it is not a normal path.”

"Squeak!"

As she burst out and said everything, she slammed on the brakes.

She breathed heavily, her eyes red as she looked out at the night.

She immediately regretted saying those words.

Strange was completely stunned, staring at her in shock.

"Am I that kind of person in your eyes, Christine?"

"Not me."

Christine wanted to apologize to him.

But Strange replied in an even colder tone, "Then why are you here? Out of pity for me?"

"NO, I have not."

Strange nodded, looking at her with a maddened gaze. "Yes, we're not friends, nor lovers. You're here because you like tragedies, aren't you? Christine, you like tragedies! Poor Stephen, look how pathetic he is, with a hapless social outcast who needs me."

"If I just give him a little guidance and help him face life again, I'll add another accolade to my resume as a doctor. Wow! What an incredibly happy day!"

Christine stared at him in astonishment; the Strange before her was such a stranger.

She never expected the other person to say such sarcastic and heartless things.

She shook her head in disappointment.

"I think I have to go."

She pushed open the car door and prepared to leave.

The headlights of a car ahead illuminated the road.

A Toyota car sped towards them.

Christine was still a little dizzy and didn't notice the speeding car at all.

Although the driver had noticed Christine, it was too late.

"squeak!"

The car made a screeching sound as it braked.

Then, to Strange's shocked and incredulous gaze, he bumped into Christine.

With a loud thud, Christine collapsed into a pool of blood.

The air seemed to be stagnant.

Strange felt as if everything around him was slowed down, as if time had been frozen.

At first, I was completely unaware; all emotions vanished from my mind, followed by an uncontrollable pain.

"No! No! No!"

He pushed open the car door, staggered to Christine, and looked at the woman who was on the verge of death.

"Help! Help!"

Filled with regret and pain, he screamed in anguish.

Chapter 296 Dark Creatures and Mutants

"At the Presbyterian Hospital," Peter asked Lane.

"On the surface, the embryo hasn't changed much, but your bodily functions have already deviated from those of a human."

After examining Peter's body, Ryan said to him, "You call this creature an alien, right?"

"Yes, it's an alien."

"On the surface, your genes have now combined with these alien genes, such as great strength, sharp nails, and highly corrosive blood."

Ryan carefully considered his words. “The embryo in your chest is not the cancer cell we initially speculated, or a biological egg that grows and breaks out of the body after absorbing nutrients. It is more like a gene mixer that absorbs foreign genes and then merges and evolves with human genes, and then the changes are fed back to you.”

Peter listened while keeping his eyes on the CT scan on the table.

The top of the alien embryo has a petal-like structure with four petals, resembling a flesh-and-blood flower.

"or."

Peter picked up where he left off, saying, "I am the gene mixer itself, and the appearance is just a shell."

"Forehead"

Upon hearing Peter's words, Ryan spat out a mouthful of saliva.

The thought that Peter's true form might actually be this strange embryonic body, as he had described, sent a chill down his spine.

What kind of evil alien invasion of Earth is this?

“I’m joking, Dr. Ryan.”

Peter patted him on the shoulder and said jokingly, "In every respect, I am human, not an alien."

Despite saying that, he believes the probability of this conjecture is over 90%.

Moreover, this perfectly explains why he can transform into alien and spider monsters.

The gene mixer is the real entity; this body named Peter is merely a shell.

The hybrid can manipulate the body to transform into a more powerful monster, fighting with a pure combat physique.

Just like the Kree Dr. Minerva I had dealt with before.

This geneticist modified her genes, transforming her into a giant monster to fight.

“I acknowledge your human identity, after all, your spirit has never been affected by it.”

Ryan let out a long sigh and said, "Logically speaking, your mental will should be affected to some extent during the gene fusion process, but strangely, it did not cause any erosion on you."

"Sometimes I even suspect that it is a technology that does not come from our world."

After getting to know Peter better, Dr. Lane became less reserved.

He offered his opinion: "Perhaps it's technology from another world, placed on your chest by that person or god."

"God?"

Peter hesitated for a moment, then remained silent.

If such a god exists, could it be that the other party, like myself, is also a god who has watched the Alien series?

He looked up and gazed at the deepening night outside the window.

A moment later, he asked Dr. Lane, "I heard Strange was in a car accident?"

He steered the conversation toward Doctor Strange.

"Yes, it was an accident that could have been avoided."

Dr. Ryan said regretfully, "I hope he can pull through."

He had barely finished speaking when he heard a series of hurried footsteps outside.