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

Elsa, gripping her shotgun, hurried to the living room.

The living room was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.

She saw a monster with its chest pierced through.

"My God!"

Russell couldn't help but take a deep breath.

What kind of monster is this?

"This is the 'zombie,' but it's already dead. The powerful force tore open its chest and pierced its heart."

Elsa said, as she examined the body, enduring the stench of blood.

Suddenly!

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind the two of them.

Russell was the first to react, jerking back and gripping the dagger at his waist.

Even before transforming, he possessed weapons capable of harming enemies.

Elsa Bloodstone looked at the alien "Queen" standing in front of her and couldn't help but gasp.

Is this the legendary alien?!

She had long heard of these eerie, dark creatures from legend.

I never expected to be able to see it directly now!

The human form, the insect exoskeleton, and the exquisite yet cold mechanical texture sculpted this creature with a brutal and ferocious beauty, instantly immersing her in an atmosphere of darkness from which she could not extricate herself.

The "Queen" received Peter's instructions but did not immediately attack the humans in front of her. Instead, she gazed at Russell, who gave her a sense of familiarity.

Russell, who had been nearly killed by the "Queen" in Bear Mountain National Park, was stunned when he saw this "old friend".

As the two groups were locked in a standoff, they suddenly heard clear footsteps coming from outside.

Elsa gripped her shotgun tightly, looking in the direction the sound came from.

"Boom!"

Peter took a step forward, and a dark figure appeared before the two of them.

It's you again!

Elsa gasped in surprise when she saw Peter appear.

"Have we met before?"

Peter sized up the man's physique and asked.

"Of course, you warned us about that last time."

Elsa hadn't realized that the Spider-Man in front of her wasn't the one she'd met before.

Russell, however, seemed to have thought of something. He glanced at the alien "Queen" beside the other party and asked uncertainly, "So... this is your first time meeting us? I mean, wasn't the Spider-Man at the bar last time you were there?"

Peter glanced down at the restless "Queen" and gestured to her that the humans in front of her should not be eaten for the time being.

"There have been many Spider-Men here, but I should be the only one."

Peter glanced at the monster's corpse on the ground and said to Russell, "We meet again, Mr. Russell."

Russell's lips twitched.

I don't really want to see you, especially your pet that almost killed me.

"In short, no matter which Spider-Man or Monster Hunter you encounter who is impersonating me, you'd better not touch any creature when you set foot here."

Peter pointed to the "Queen" and said, "I know you hunt dark creatures, but you'd better go around them, or I can't guarantee your safety."

He had heard Helen say that there were witchers in the world who specialized in dealing with dark creatures.

Just like the Wendigo monster the two of them saw in the Ghost Swamp last time.

In addition, Helen also explained other monsters to the public.

Such as the Yeti living on the snowy mountains, the Bigfoot hiding in the wilderness, the Justinian snake that turns people to stone when they look into its eyes, the hermaphroditic two-headed sirens that use their songs to seduce passing ships, and the terrifying monster Chernobog in the darkness.

As for why Helen knew so much about these things...

In her words, if you live long enough, you will know many secrets that humans do not know.

Although he didn't recognize Elsa Bloodstone, based on her professional performance just now, he guessed that she must be a Witcher.

Elsa, facing Peter, wanted to say something harsh, just like she had when she faced the "fake Peter" last time.

But intimidated by Peter's stronger aura and the intimidation of the alien creature, the harsh words eventually turned into "Who exactly are you?"

She wanted to ask who Peter really was.

Human or monster?

Why would the other party control these dark creatures?

Is his relationship with this dark creature simply a contractual one?

Before Peter could answer her, Russell said directly to him, "You've probably already seen it, Spider-Man, the creatures lurking in the shadows have begun to move because someone has the power to control them."

"Oh?"

Peter glanced at him. "Who?"

"We don't know yet, but the other party should be a mutant who obtained the Bloodstone and then had the power to control these monsters."

"Bloodstone?"

This was the first time Peter had heard of this.

"If you can help us, maybe we can stop more people from dying."

Russell earnestly told him, "Keep the innocent safe."

Peter didn't care about the lives of ordinary people, but he became interested in the "bloodstone" the werewolf mentioned.

"Tell me, what is a bloodstone?"

Russell glanced at Elsa and suddenly felt a little flustered.

“That’s my father’s inheritance.”

Elsa glared at Russell and said to Peter, "One day, I will take it back from the enemy with my own hands."

"Whatever, but if you have any news about the Bloodstone Lord, you can contact my agent."

After listening to Elsa's words, Peter took out Helen's business card and handed it to the two of them.

He wouldn't mind collaborating with this "Bloodstone" woman.

After giving the two of them a deep look, he turned and left.

half an hour.

“Elsa, you can take your fingers off the Winchester rifle now, he’s gone.”

Russell said to Elsa, who was biting her lip.

"He is the real Spider-Man."

Elsa seemed not to hear him and said in a low voice, "The sense of oppression she exudes is far beyond what that imposter could match."

"And then there's the dark creature around him. It gives me a chill, a feeling I didn't even have when facing 'Gargantus'."

(Gargantus: a kind of monster that can understand telepathy)

Russell stared at the monster's corpse on the ground and said quietly, "Perhaps we've dragged an even more terrifying monster into this mess."

At this moment, Stanislav, who was lying on the second floor, finally woke up.

He touched the blood on his face and made a painful sound.

Upon hearing the noise, the two rushed to the second floor to prepare for the rescue.

Meanwhile, in Manhattan.

Dr. Pym was intently watching the flames in the fireplace.

The flames in the fireplace seemed to be controlled, constantly shifting and changing.

The bright red flames also illuminated his slightly tired face.

He watched the flames shift and change, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"A dimensional portal?"

After a while, he muttered to himself.

He had previously received an invitation from Tony Stark to collaborate on opening a quantum portal to a parallel world.

For him, breaking down the barriers between universes and entering other universes is not an impossible possibility.

He had studied similar machines before.

However, the situation has recently changed.

According to Tony Stark, the space barrier underwent some changes after the Spider-Men's Battle of New York.

Traveling between diverse worlds seems to have become more difficult.

According to him, it was a master weaver from a parallel world who closed the dimensional portal and tightly shut the gates of the entire multiverse, forbidding anyone from entering.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to enter other worlds without his permission.

(Tony Stark has temporarily abandoned the research and development of the quantum realm channel due to Peter's return.)

Pym wasn't very interested in cosmic myths and legends; he believed more in the power of science.

He picked up his coffee and looked at his pet.

It was a spotted cat.

"Do you think I should continue researching quantum realm channels? Although it can help me cross the barriers of the universe, the microscopic world is full of strange unknowns, and darkness and danger lurk there."

Dr. Pym said to his pet.

Merlin, a tabby cat, yawned and stretched his head onto the cushion near the fireplace, where he enjoyed the feeling of leaning against the fluffy fur.