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

Occasionally, a pair of headlights would appear, flashing blindingly, a flash of white light, and then disappearing completely.

The clock on the dashboard—a blue LCD screen—quietly and silently pointed to ten o'clock at night.

He's been working incredibly hard to make money lately.

Long-distance transport, late at night, more time, more money.

He needs more money.

Although he wasn't wealthy at first, he wasn't so poor that he was desperate for money.

He was a man with some savings, and he had some of his repayments hidden in a trailer outside Boracay.

Most Americans have accumulated a lot of debt, but Chris is the opposite: he has also saved some money.

His father had done the same thing, always saving for retirement and constantly talking about it.

What an honor and glory that would be!

But an unexpected event occurred: the man—his own father—passed away the year before his retirement in a forklift accident.

Chris inherited the old man's savings; his mother had suffered from emphysema and had passed away a few years earlier.

So he used the money to enroll in a computer design language course and buy his first truck.

He was diagnosed with diabetes a month earlier.

Therefore, he needs to save more money to treat his body.

Saving money, saving money, waiting for something to happen.

Death, or something else.

He casually turned on the radio, set it to random channel search mode, and let it search for anything.

The radio station oscillates between static, country music, and religious broadcasts.

He eventually found it on a late-night show on the "ArtBell" radio station's paranormal talk show, Coast to Coast AM.

"I'm your good friend Dawson, listeners, truck drivers, and taxi drivers who are boredly waiting for passengers. Are you ready to listen to tonight's weird news?"

The host, named Dawson, was talking non-stop.

The Coast to Coast AM show features commentators who always talk about conspiracies, UFOs, and all sorts of strange and wonderful things about America.

ArtBell also claims to be the best friend of truck drivers.

As the commentators discussed the recent news of a Bigfoot sighting in New Jersey, Chris shook his head.

These guys are really getting more and more outrageous.

Monsters? Aren't those things that only exist in urban legends?

He drove forward while thinking about it.

The feeling is like boating in a fog, drifting aimlessly with the current.

Suddenly, his high beams spotted something.

A shape, slowly breaking down into the shape of a car.

That was a car accident.

In truck drivers' jargon, it was a "broken crayon".

A black Honda car is positioned in the middle of the driveway.

He had enough time to react, step on the brakes, and slow the truck down.

Although parking here is somewhat dangerous, someone might need his help.

So he stepped on the brakes, jumped off the truck, and carefully walked toward the car that had been in an accident.

The car was brightly lit, and steam or smoke rose in coils from under the hood.

The interior lights were still on, casting a faint glow through the windshield.

The Honda Accord looks to be five or six years old; perhaps this wasn't an accident.

He couldn't see any structural damage; both tires on this side were flat.

He smelled a pungent odor.

That pungent antifreeze, like bitter green blood dripping onto asphalt, pooled in front of me.

Chris walked around the car, noticing that the other tire was also flat.

The car was empty, but the interior lights were on.

Suddenly!

Chris heard a sound behind him.

A dragging, scratching, or a scraping sound.

He turned toward the source of the sound.

Suddenly his heart rose to his throat.

It's like something out of a horror movie.

A terrifying and grotesque monster stood on the road.

It was a huge bat monster, as big as an adult.

The fangs, ferocious face, and pointed ears made the other party look even more terrifying.

The bat monster's claws scratched incessantly on the asphalt.

“Click! Click!”

The bat monster's feet, or rather its claws, scratched at the ground, its eyes staring straight at him.

The monster seemed to be muttering to itself, or whimpering, or making terrifying sounds from the back of its throat.

He felt that at any moment, the other party could fly towards him.

Like being in hell, the bat monster flew toward him—wings, beak, and claws—tearing his body apart.

A terrifying aura swept over his entire body.

He even saw the other flying onto his face, biting off his eyes, leaving him completely blind and forever in darkness.

Get rid of it, get rid of it now.

However, his truck was too far away!

Twenty feet isn't too far, but for crossing the path occupied by this bat monster, twenty feet is far too far.

No, there's another car here, this Honda Accord, you can escape into it yourself.

He slowly moved toward the car and opened the door as slowly and quietly as he could.

His massive body quietly and quickly entered the Honda car.

The steering wheel was pressed tightly against his chest; the seat was too high.

He sensed his surroundings, looked at the side of the seat, and then at the lever below that would allow him to return the seat back to its original position.

next second.

When he looked up again, the bat monster was already standing in front of the car.

Right in front of the car, so close to him.

Chris suppressed his shock; his first thought was that the other person would pounce on him and smash the car window.

The other party will grab him and twist his head off like unscrewing a bottle cap.

Chris took a deep breath and waited.

He didn't know what he was waiting for, but it was the only thing he could do.

A wisp of smoke rose slowly from the beak of the bat monster.

The smell was like a smoking Marlboro cigarette, or like burning sulfur.

"Crack!"

The other side bumped into the car.

The swaying car nearly scared Chris so much he peed his pants.

Just when he thought he was about to be eaten by the monster, a figure suddenly flashed past outside with a "whoosh".

Immediately afterwards, the bat-bird monster that had seemed to exude a fierce aura suddenly became motionless.

Then, under his incredulous gaze, he stepped back.

half an hour.

Just as he was about to burst, a voice came from outside.

"You are safe."

Feeling uneasy, he hesitated before opening the car door, only to find Spider-Woman standing in front of him.

Spider-Woman?!

He never expected to see Spider-Woman here.

"This creature generally does not attack humans unless it thinks you have trespassed into its territory."

Gwen turned to him and said, "Also, next time you'd better not look into its eyes, it'll provoke it."

"Thank you!"

The driver, who had survived the ordeal, thanked Gwen.

So there really are monsters!

He's eager to call ArtBell radio right now and tell them about his discovery of the bat monster.

By the way, let's leak the fact that Spider-Woman is the Witcher!

At this point, Gwen realized that she was showing signs of becoming a monster hunter.

She looked at the bloodstone ring in her hand.