Chapter 136 This is not a confession!
What do you want?
Or what are you pursuing in this world?
He always thought that he had nothing to pursue.

All he was struggling for was survival.

At the beginning, his chest was parasitized by an alien and he was always under the threat of death.

Later, the alien in his chest disappeared, but what troubled him was the nature of the alien in his body.

What exactly are the hierarchical relationships in the Alien world?
Is it Peter Parker whose soul I am transporting into, or the alien in the other person's chest?
These questions have always troubled him deeply.

"Can I ask you a question now?"

Reed asked Peter cautiously.

He now wanted to explore what Peter's real thoughts were.
Although this may be a bit rude, I am the kind of person who keeps secrets.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Are you short of money?"

Reed suspected that Peter got the winning lottery numbers from him simply because he wanted to get rich.

"No shortage."

Peter, wearing a peculiarly shaped helmet, raised his head and slowly looked towards Reed.

"Because my true identity is an alien who came to conquer the Earth. The first thing I have to do is to take a gifted child like you back to my home planet."

Perhaps Peter's expression was too realistic, Reed was frightened and took a step back.

With fear in his eyes, he said in a trembling voice: "I may not be the smartest, can you arrest me last?"

He felt that he still had a chance to escape.

Seeing that the naughty kid was scared by him again, Peter took off his hat and handed it to the stunned Reed.

"It's good stuff, but it shouldn't affect me."

He could feel that this thing was affecting his spirit.

The consciousness seemed to be constrained by the instrument worn on the head, and something in the spiritual sea resonated with it.

Despite this, his mental strength became extremely strong after the time travel, enabling him to overcome this mental control.

"Can I have this hat?"

Peter asked him.

Only then did Reed realize that he had been deceived. His face flushed and he felt embarrassed and wanted to refuse.

But the next second Peter put forward a condition that left him speechless.

"I can lend you money."

Reed's eyes sparkled as he asked Peter, "Really? I might need a lot of money."

"What do you want the money for?"

Peter asked him.

Reed hesitated for a moment, but finally told Peter the truth, "I studied quantum physics at Princeton University, and I want to study something."

"Quantum physics?"

Peter looked at the naughty kid in front of him in surprise.

Even if the "Mr. Fantastic" of this time and space is a child, how could he be exposed to quantum physics so soon? !
"I believe in aliens, but they are certainly not liar aliens like you."

Reed said to Peter, "Like the vampire princess, maybe she is really from outer space, and the monsters in Bear Mountain, maybe they are all beings from different time and space. Although time is irreversible, I may be able to build a time machine and travel to other parallel universes."

"Maybe in some parallel universe, there really is such a thing as a vampire princess."

Reed expressed his guess.

If someone said that they could build a machine to travel through parallel time and space, Peter would think that the other person might be talking nonsense.

But if it was the "Mr. Fantastic" in front of him, Peter thought it was possible.

After all, he had created a machine that could bring the dead back to life.

"how much money do you need?"

Peter asked him slowly.

"Will you support me?"

Reed looked at Peter excitedly.

"Yes, but there is one condition: I must have the right to use the time machine you invented."

"of course."

Reed readily agreed, "We are a team now, of course."

ten minutes later.

After leaving Reed's house, Peter stood on the rooftop of an office building.

He was covered in a black exoskeleton, his body almost blending into the night.

Beside him stood the alien "Queen" exuding a murderous aura.

As if wanting to listen to the heartbeat of the alien embryo in Peter's body, the "Queen" moved closer to him and tried to stick to his chest.

Peter reached out and stroked the alien's head.

His gaze was cast towards the distant city skyline which was shrouded in darkness and gradually filled with fog.

When I put on the hat, a figure appeared in my sea of ​​consciousness, and gradually became clearer and occupied my spiritual world.

If that hat could really reflect one's inner subconscious.

So is she the most important person that I care about?

Peter took out his cell phone and flipped to the photo album.

A picture of Gwen smiling appeared on the phone screen.

"Smiling may be a good thing, after all, it means that good things may happen."

Gwen had no idea Peter was thinking of her.

At this moment, she was sitting on the bed, sorting her things. There were boxes and boxes all around her, which contained her countless Cleolas dolls, some intact, some broken, and some no longer responsive.

There were boxes and boxes of her Sesame Street posters, clothes, and God knows what else.

“I like this smiling doll.”

Gwen put the smiling Cleolash doll into the box.

The reason she was tidying up at night was simply because she was too excited.

Although after talking to my father, I felt a little bad.

But she soon received an email.

An email from Black Cat to himself!
Perhaps Felicia Hardy would be more appropriate.

This rock star, who was a little famous in New York, sent me an email to invite me to her concert.

His own Mary Janes band was just a campus band, but being able to perform with Hardy would be his greatest dream.

"Okay, I gotta calm down!"

Gwen laid back down, letting her blonde hair fall onto the bed.

She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Although it was a little late, she still couldn't wait to share her joy.

"First."

Gwen muttered, grabbing her phone and quickly dialing Peter's number.

"Peter, good news!"

"what?"

"I'm going to the Black Cat concert, sorry, it's Felicia Hardy, but it doesn't matter, we all know her name, I mean, it's incredible, she's a big star."

Peter, who was playing with the "Alien" on the roof, said to Gwen calmly: "Yes, she is a big star, but at night she is also a thief who likes to steal things."

Peter was looking at Gwen's photo when he unexpectedly received a call from the real owner.

He coughed and said to Gwen, "Just like you, Gwen, you appear to be an ordinary high school girl, but secretly you are a Spider-Woman who is admired by many people."

Gwen stroked the Cleolas doll in her arms with her hand, a smile on her face.

"Are you worried that I'm going to screw it up? Peter, I always screw it up when it counts."

She suddenly lost confidence again.

At the same time, she was also a little depressed.

I always show my vulnerable side in front of Peter.

It might not be a good idea for people to know that Spider-Woman is someone who likes to rely on others.

But I always couldn't help wanting to rely on Peter.

“I’ll be looking forward to the performance.”

Peter comforted Gwen, "I trust you more."

Gwen lay down and said to Peter, "Actually, Peter, I would rather perform for you alone than for many people. I mean, it's better to be your own rock star."

After saying this, Gwen immediately hung up the phone.

"I am just following fate. After all, Peter is Anne's father."

She quickly found a reason for her confession.

The daughter of myself and Peter in my dream seemed to be called Anne.

If there really is a parallel world, maybe this has already happened.

Gwen went to bed in her cartoon pajamas, thinking wildly in her mind.

The next day, early in the morning.

Stark Group.

"The tanker trucks, the garbage trucks, the guys who go to work in Bangor or Bloor during the day and drive home at night, that damn road, it's a slog, the trucks keep coming, God, they wake me up sometimes, and I sleep like a dead pig."

Tony was in a very bad mood because of the hotel stay.

"Tony, don't dwell on these little things. What's important is our cooperation with the Valen Group."

Obaday asked him about the acquisition of Warun Mining.

Tony was so angry that he naturally had no good feelings towards this bastard mining company, especially that bastard President Danvers of Valen.

The other party directly closed the entrance to the mine and watched the group of explorers die.

“I know how things rank in order of importance.”

Tony said to Obaday: "Just like now I have to meet someone, so excuse me."

Tony showed the other person the keys in his hand and turned to walk out.

Obaday, who was used to Tony's willful style of doing things, just frowned slightly.

He asked Tony's back, "Can I ask which beautiful girl you're dating?"

Tony raised his hand, "You got it right, man. A beautiful lady!"

He did have a date with a very beautiful woman.

Sitting in the sports car, he drove onto the road.

"Upload the information about the vampire princess to my terminal."

Tony said to the intelligent system in the car.

If the murals in the ruins are real, then the ones fighting against that group of creatures are the vampires.

The vampire princess claims to be a vampire from outer space, maybe she knows something.

(End of this chapter)