Chapter 15 There's a monster inside you, Peter

Time goes back a few minutes.

Peter pushed the woman in the wheelchair along the corridor towards the ward.

"may I know your name?"

"Peter Parker."

Peter looked down at the old man in the wheelchair and said, "I thought you were really a fortune teller and could figure out my name."

"Of course, but are you sure this is your name?"

The old woman looked up and smiled at him.

Peter was stunned for a moment, then replied with an unchanged expression: "That's my name."

"Hmm, names don't mean anything. Maybe I shouldn't dwell on this."

The woman quickly stopped talking about Peter's name and put her hands on the armrests of the wheelchair.

"Mr. Peter, do you think I'm a fortune teller?"

"Is not it?"

Peter said to the woman in a calm tone, "Tarot cards, or palmistry. I even know people who use tea leaves to predict fate. For example, if there are tea leaves standing upright in the cup today, they can predict that there will be guests coming."

"You're very funny, Mr. Peter."

The woman said with a smile.

As she passed a part of the corridor where the sunlight was more glaring, she pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

"I'm sorry, my eyes aren't feeling well and I'm getting increasingly uncomfortable with the bright light."

She took the initiative to explain to Peter why she wore sunglasses.

"You can call me Mrs. Webber, or Cassandra, which makes me sound younger."

After putting on sunglasses, she became more talkative.

"Mr. Peter, I understand the divination methods you mentioned, the beautiful playing cards, the secrets contained in the palm lines, and so on. I think they are all gimmicks, actually."

After a pause, she continued, "There are different ways to spy on fate. Some people believe that they have specific ways of operating and specific rules. So in their hearts, they have special requirements for those who have the ability to spy on the mysteries of fate, and they believe that everyone will follow the same constraints as them."

Peter listened to what Mrs. Weber said, nodded, and asked her, "It sounds reasonable, so how does Mrs. Weber spy on fate?"

Mrs. Weber motioned Peter to stop pushing the wheelchair, asked him to come to her, and asked him, "Do you want to try it, Mr. Peter?"

"of course."

Peter nodded.

Although he was an atheist in his previous life, he had always been skeptical about supernatural things.

But after experiencing the time travel, his ideas changed.

Moreover, the Marvel world that he traveled through was full of magic and incredible powers.

Right now, he wanted to see how this mysterious-looking Mrs. Weber would predict his fate.

"What do I need to do, Mrs. Webb?"

"Just give me your hand."

Mrs. Webb motioned for Peter to give him his hand.

Peter hesitated, then put his left hand into hers.

He couldn't see Mrs. Weber's expression behind her sunglasses, but he saw that the moment she touched his left hand, her expression turned a little serious.

"strangeness."

She said in a slightly vicissitudes of life tone: "Strange, I can't see the end of life, nor can I see death. It's as if you are free from the tide of fate and time, without any constraints."

Then her expression became confused, and she held Peter's hand with increasing strength, her expression became a little ferocious, and the veins on her hands bulged.

Peter stood in front of Mrs. Weber in a half-squatting position, his face reflected in her sunglasses.

The dark lenses of the sunglasses were like a whirlpool, trying to pull his consciousness in.

Looking at himself in the sunglasses, Peter felt dizzy. His consciousness was blurred for a moment, and the space in front of him changed.

The noisy and bustling hospital corridors disappeared, replaced by an endless space.

What appeared before his eyes was a dark sky and burning ruins.

The city was reduced to ruins, and smoke and dust obscured the entire space.

The Statue of Liberty, New York City's most famous building, has collapsed, leaving only its base burning in flames.

Everywhere you look, there is only desolation and death.

"boom!"

The ground crackled as if it was hit by a rocket launcher, and the sonic boom produced by the air waves stimulated his eardrums.

A large amount of dust was splashed on the higher ground, causing slight vibrations.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

What landed on the ground seemed to be a more mature self?
No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe him as a more mature Peter Parker.

His entire body was covered in a black uniform with a few white stripes on his chest, giving off a murderous aura.

Without a helmet, he bent down and picked up a familiar glove from the rubble.

Judging from the shape, it is undoubtedly the Infinity Gauntlet.

The Infinity Gauntlet, covered in dust and dirt, was picked up by him from the ruins.

His eyes fixed on the Infinity Gauntlet, and then he slowly put it on his right hand.

The moment he put on the Infinity Gauntlet, countless roars sounded around him.

Countless aliens emerged from the ruins of the city.

Aliens of various shapes and forms, exuding a strange aura, gathered towards him from all directions.

From afar, creatures from all over the mountains and plains rushed towards him, forming countless black tributaries.

A chilling and terrifying atmosphere covered the entire city like a dark cloud.

next moment.

The picture quickly disappeared from Peter's sight, fading away like the tide.

The apocalyptic city and the alien army disappeared, and what reappeared in sight was the hospital corridor.

The din of human voices re-entered his ears.

Peter pulled himself out of the illusion of the city ruins.

Ms. Weber, who was holding his hand, suddenly let go of his hand, and with a "bang", she leaned back on the backrest of the wheelchair, breathing heavily.

She looked at Peter in front of her in shock, as if she was getting to know him all over again.

"That's. That's"

Mrs. Weber tried to speak but soon began to cough violently.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. How... How is it possible that you..."

She took off her sunglasses, and her cloudy eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

"It doesn't look like my future is bright. What does Mrs. Weber see?"

Peter, who was standing in front of her, was also a little surprised by what he saw, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and pretended that he saw nothing.

"There's a monster living inside you, Peter."

Mrs. Weber's expression was no longer as calm as before. She stroked her chest and said to Peter.

"I saw the ruins of Doomsday and heard the approaching footsteps of Death. You... You are the Hand of Death!"

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(End of this chapter)