Chapter 304 Gwen: Please call me Demon Hunter

"If I get the chance, I'll go where the people are. If you keep me in the dark, I'll pry these pitiful trees and rocks apart."

Strange spoke out sentences with a strange accent.

Wang looked at him in surprise, "What are you reading?"

"Ovid's Metamorphoses."

Strange said to him: "Listen, King, I don't care about darkness and backlash, I just want to change the tragedies of the past."

“This is the most important thing to me.”

"Even at an irreparable cost?"

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Strange said, "That's why I'm here."

"Well, although I don't know how much you are willing to pay, I know there is something that may change your mind."

Strange immediately perked up, "What is it?"

"This is it, the Eye of Agamotto. It contains the secrets of time, but only the Supreme Sorcerer is qualified to wear it."

In the temple, the king pointed to the Eye of Agamotto in the middle, which was emitting a faint green light.

Although Strange didn't know that the Time Stone was hidden in it, he was still attracted to it at first sight.

"This is. Incredible!"

"Yes, time magic is hidden in it, but it is not an omnipotent time machine."

The king turned to him and said, "It only allows you to see the future that has unfolded for you and the past where you have made mistakes, but it never changes anything."

"Nothing can be changed?"

"Yes, reincarnation again and again will only increase your pain. It will only let you see the past, but you cannot change it. This should be the greatest time magic in the world, but it still cannot change fate."

Strange didn't say anything. He just stared quietly at the Eye of Agamotto in front of him, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

“The light it emits is incredible!”

Queens, New York.

Gwen looked at the bloodstone in front of him and made a sound of admiration.

Gwen, who had returned from school, was in Peter's room and looked at the bloodstone in shock.

"So, the guy who's impersonating you is a mutant called Mystique?"

Gwen finally managed to tear her eyes away from the bloodstone and asked Peter.

"Yes, she has the ability to transform into someone else. Even the DNA is the same. If I see another you on the street one day, I don't think it would be surprising."

Peter casually said to Gwen, "Also, she's not one who has a friendly attitude toward humans."

He tells Gwen about the factions among the mutants.

"In addition to milder organizations like the X-Men, there are also organizations like the Brotherhood of Mutants."

The Brotherhood of Mutants was initially led by Magneto, who later became Mystique.

He now wondered if Magneto had retired a long time ago, so Mystique came to the fore.

However, the world I live in is a parallel world. Even if it is different from the main world, it should be normal.

"I didn't expect there were so many differences between mutants."

She asked Peter, "The reason Mystique snatched the bloodstone was to control the monsters and attack humans? After all, you said she was hostile to humans."

"It is very likely that there are many dark creatures near and within New York. These creatures were controlled by Mystique and came to New York. She should be planning to gather these dark creatures together, but..."

Peter paused and said, "She didn't expect that the bloodstone would be obtained by me."

Gwen suddenly felt that Mystique was a little pitiful.

She forced herself to get rid of this thought and said, "But the Elsa Bloodstone you mentioned should be very unwilling to have her family's Bloodstone taken away by you, right, Peter?"

"I got it from Mystique. Even if she is dissatisfied, I think she should make trouble for Mystique."

Peter said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But."

Gwen thought about it, and although it seemed to make sense, something didn't seem right.

She couldn't figure out what went wrong for a moment.

But she knew Peter's temper.

Peter is not as considerate of others as I am.

It should be said that Peter doesn't seem to care much about anyone except those close to him.

"I hope that Elsa isn't in a bad mood."

Gwen finally said this.

She herself thought it was useless nonsense.

After thinking about Elsa Bloodstone for a few seconds, Gwen's gaze turned to the bloodstone in front of her again.

“Peter, can this stone really control dark creatures?”

Gwen was not interested in the power granted by the bloodstone, but was interested in its ability to control monsters.

"Yes, this is its ability. It can give the user the ability to control those dark creatures."

Peter reached out and grasped the bloodstone, exerting a little force.

The squeezed bloodstone emitted a strong light and exuded an aura of strong oppression, impacting the surrounding space.

Peter's expression remained unchanged, and he tried his best to reduce the size of the bloodstone.

At the same time, more power should be gathered on it.

Under Gwen's astonished gaze, Peter squeezed the bloodstone into a pigeon egg-sized piece of blood-red stone that was more pure and had a softer blood-red color on the surface.

Peter placed the concentrated bloodstone in his palm and then took out a metal ring from the drawer.

With a little force, he turned the metal ring into a ring.

Peter put the bloodstone on the ring, and a blood-red "diamond" ring the size of a pigeon egg was born.

After creating the ring, Peter handed it to Gwen.

"For you, Gwen."

Gwen stared in amazement at the beautiful, breathtaking ring in front of her.

"This is for me?"

She asked in disbelief.

"Of course, don't you like it?"

“I like it, but it’s too expensive.”

Gwen took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement, "Last time you gave me a ring that Queen Elizabeth once owned. I..."

She looked at the bloodstone ring reluctantly, "I can't accept it. Perhaps it will be of greater use to you."

Gwen was very touched that Peter gave her such a valuable thing.

But she knew that Peter might need it more than she did.

After all, in addition to being beautiful, this thing can also give the host more powerful power.

Peter often went to do those dangerous things, he needed it more than himself.

"It doesn't matter. In my eyes, it's just a piece of stone. Compared to you, Gwen, it's insignificant."

After saying these words, Peter was also a little confused.

When did I start saying these things?

He looked at Gwen. After hearing this, Gwen's expression seemed a little strange, and her eyes when she looked at him were full of different emotions.

Wouldn't this little girl be moved and then push it back on herself?
Although he didn't resist, Aunt Mei was still downstairs, so he still had to be reserved.

In addition, bloodstone is indeed precious, but it is not indispensable to him.

This thing has limited effect on improving his strength, and its more important function is the control over dark creatures.

But he couldn't think of any other use for the dark creatures except as food for the "Queen".

"But."

Gwen was already moved.

No woman can resist this kind of diamond that sparkles with a unique brilliance.

Gwen is no exception.

"What's yours is mine, Gwen. If I need it, you can give it to me again. Just consider it as your temporary preservation. Besides, it can also serve to protect you."

Listening to Peter's words, Gwen nodded and took the diamond.

She looked at Peter with tears in her eyes.

Then with Spider-Woman's agility, she hugged Peter's body.

"Thanks, Peter."

"You're welcome, Gwen, but what are you trying to do with that posture?"

“I wanted to do something that hadn’t been done before.”

"Well, I don't really resist, but I have to take protective measures. I'm afraid of aliens."

Gwen immediately became angry, "Who wants to do that with you!"

"Which one do you want?"

“I want to try everything except that one.”

Peter nodded and said, "We can try somewhere else."

He suddenly thought of a place.

"where?"

A few minutes later.

Gwen stood on the Brooklyn Bridge, feeling the night breeze, and asked Peter, "Is this the place you're talking about? To be honest, Peter, the scenery is pretty good, but the wind is a bit strong."

"Really? How about this?"

After hearing what Peter said, Gwen turned around, and saw that the other party had already woven a net on the bridge.

"You can try to crawl over here."

Peter sat in the middle of the net and motioned to Gwen to try what she was talking about.

"Well, we're crazy."

Although she said this, Gwen still climbed onto Peter's net obediently like a captured prey.

Three months later.

On the road away from the city center.

Truck driver Chris was driving towards the factory.

After driving for too long and getting late, the originally regular road began to look like crooked paint marks randomly drawn with a paintbrush in his eyes, as if it came from a painting by Salvador Dali.

He unscrewed the cap of a mini bottle of Five-Hour Energy and threw it casually behind the car.

The drink tasted like cough syrup and vinegar filtered through a gym sock. His delivery tonight was a large roll of cable wrapped around a flat chassis.

This thing is a bit dangerous, he needs to pay close attention and not let anything go wrong.

He took the scenic route.

The speed was slow and the distance was a bit far, but Chris didn't care.

Although this road is longer, it is more streamlined and has less car traffic.

Now there was only him and the road.

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

The clock on the dashboard - a blue LCD screen, quietly and silently pointed to ten o'clock in the evening.

He has been working very hard to make money recently.

Long distances, late nights, more time, more money.

He needs more money.

Although his life was not rich at the beginning, he was not short of money to this extent.

He was a man with some savings, some of which he had stashed away in a trailer outside Boracay.

While most Americans have accumulated a lot of debt, Chris has done the opposite: He has also saved some money.

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

What an honor that would be.

But something unexpected happened. That man - his own father - passed away a year before his retirement in a forklift accident.

Chris inherited the old man's savings. His mother suffered from emphysema and passed away a few years ago.

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

A month earlier, he was diagnosed with diabetes.

To do this, he needs to save more money to heal his body.

Saving money, saving money, waiting for something.

Death, or something else.

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

The station whirred between static, country music, and religious broadcasts.

Until he finally found a nightly show on Art Bell radio's paranormal radio talk show Coast to Coast AM.

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

The host named Dawson was talking nonstop.

Coast to Coast AM, where commentators always talk about conspiracies, UFOs and all things weird and wonderful about America.

And "ArtBell" declares himself to be a truck driver's best friend.

Listening to the commentators talking about the recent news report of a Bigfoot sighting in New Jersey, Chris shook his head.

These guys are getting more and more outrageous.

Monsters and the like, aren't those things that only appear in urban legends?

He thought as he drove forward.

The feeling is like sailing in a fog, drifting aimlessly.

Suddenly, his high beams picked up something.

A shape, a shape that slowly resolves into a car.

That was a car accident.

In trucker lingo, it's a "broken crayon."

A black Honda was located in the middle of the lane.

He had enough time to react, pump his foot on the brake, and slow the truck.

Although it's a bit dangerous to park here, someone might need his help.

So he stepped on the brakes, jumped out of the truck, and walked carefully towards the car that had been in the accident.

The lights were on inside the car, and steam or smoke was rising in coils from under the hood.

The lights inside the car were still on, and the light slightly spilled out of the windshield.

Honda Accord, judging from the condition of the car, it has been driven for five or six years, so maybe this was not a car accident.

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

He smelled a pungent odor.

It was the pungent smell of antifreeze, like bitter green blood dripping on asphalt, gathering into a pool of blood in front.

Chris walked around the body of the car and found that the tire on the other side was also flat.

There was no one in the car, but the lights inside were on.

Suddenly!

Chris heard a noise behind him.

A tugging, scratching, or scraping sound.

He turned towards the source of the sound.

Suddenly his heart rose to his throat.

It was like something out of a horror movie.

There stood a terrifying and ferocious monster on the road.

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

The fangs, ferocious face and pointed ears make the opponent look even more terrifying.

The bat monster's claws kept clicking on the asphalt.

“Click! Click!”

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

The monster seemed to be mumbling to itself, or growling, or making horrible noises with the back of its throat.

He felt that at any minute, the other party might fly towards him.

Like hell, this bat monster came flying at him - wings, beak and claws, tearing his body apart.

A terrifying aura swept through his whole body.

He even saw the other party fly to his face and bite off his eyes, making him completely blind and forever in darkness.

Get rid of it, get rid of it now.

His truck, though—it was too far away!
Twenty feet was not too far, but to cross the path occupied by this bat monster, twenty feet was too far.

No, there is another car here, this Honda Accord, you can escape into it.

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

Let his huge body quietly and quickly enter the Honda car.

The steering wheel pressed hard against his chest and the seat was adjusted too high.

He felt around him, looking at the sides of the seat, then at the lever underneath that would allow him to recline the seat.

next second.

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

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

Chris suppressed his inner fear, and his first thought was that the other party would pounce on him and break the car glass.

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

Chris took a deep breath and waited.

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

Small wisps of smoke rose slowly from the beak of the bat monster.

The smell was like a smoking Marlboro, and also like burning sulfur.

"Crack!"

The other party hit the car.

The shaking car almost scared Chris to death.

Just when he thought he was going to be eaten by the monster, there was a "whoosh" sound and a figure suddenly flashed outside.

Immediately afterwards, the bat-like monster bird that seemed to be emitting a murderous aura suddenly stopped moving.

Then, under his incredulous gaze, he stepped back.

half an hour.

Just when he was about to give up, a voice came from outside.

"You are safe."

Feeling nervous, he hesitantly opened the car door, only to see Spider-Woman standing in front of him.

"Spider-Woman?!"

He didn't expect to see Spider-Woman here.

"This creature generally won't attack humans unless it thinks you're intruding on its territory."

Gwen turned around and said to him, "Also, next time you'd better not look into its eyes. That will make it angry."

"Thank you!"

The driver thanked Gwen for surviving the disaster.

It turns out there really are monsters!

He wanted to call ArtBell Radio right now and tell them that he had discovered the bat monster.

By the way, let it be known that Spider-Woman is a demon hunter!

At this time, Gwen found that she had the tendency to become a monster hunter.

She looked at the bloodstone ring in her hand.

Ever since she put on the ring Peter gave her, she has possessed even more powerful strength and the ability to control dark creatures.

She had been busy for the past few months driving these creatures out of New York.

This should be the last one, right?
She breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take out her phone to chat with Peter for a long time.

at the same time.

Near Times Square, New York.

"boom!"

The deafening sound shattered the silence of the night.

A huge tentacle broke out of the ground!

(End of this chapter)