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

"strangeness."

She said in a slightly weary tone, "Strange, I can't see the end of life, nor can I see death. It's as if you are outside the flow of fate and time, unrestrained by anything."

Then her expression became confused. She gripped Peter's hand tighter and tighter, her expression becoming somewhat ferocious, and the veins on her hand bulged.

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

The dark lenses of the sunglasses resembled a vortex, drawing his consciousness in.

Looking at himself in the sunglasses, Peter felt a wave of dizziness.

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

What appeared before him was a dim sky and burning ruins.

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

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

As far as the eye could see, there was only ruin and desolation.

"boom!"

The ground exploded as if hit by a rocket, and the sonic booms generated by the air waves assaulted his eardrums.

A piece of ground on higher ground was splashed with countless specks of dust, causing a slight tremor.

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

What landed on the ground seemed to be a more mature version of myself?

No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe him as a more mature Peter Parker.

He was covered in a black uniform with a few white stripes on his chest, exuding a chilling aura.

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

Judging from its design, it is undoubtedly the Infinity Gauntlet.

He picked up the Infinity Gauntlet, covered in dust and dirt, from a pile of ruins.

His gaze was 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 erupted around him.

Countless aliens emerged from the city's ruins.

Various strange shapes and forms, exuding an eerie aura, converged on him from all directions.

From afar, he could see creatures surging toward him from all over the mountains, forming countless black, vast tributaries.

A chilling and terrifying aura enveloped the entire city like dark clouds pressing down on it.

next moment.

The image quickly disappeared from Peter's sight, receding like the tide.

The apocalyptic city and the alien army have disappeared, and what reappears in sight is the hospital corridor.

The clamor of voices returned to his ears.

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

Ms. Weber, who was holding his hand, suddenly let go of it with a "thud," leaning back against the back of her wheelchair and breathing heavily.

She stared at Peter in shock, as if she were seeing him in a completely new light.

That's it. That's it.

Mrs. Webber tried to speak, but soon began to cough violently.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough. How...how is this possible, you..."

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

"It seems my future isn't looking good. What did Mrs. Weber foresee?"

Peter, standing in front of her, was also somewhat surprised by what he saw, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and pretended not to see anything.

“You have a monster inside you, Peter.”

Mrs. Webber's expression had lost its previous composure. She touched her chest and said to Peter.

"I saw the ruins of the apocalypse, I heard the approaching footsteps of death, you...you are the hand of death!"

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Chapter 16 Mrs. Webber's Horror

"Although I am surprised by your assessment, I do not think I am someone who likes death."

Peter shook his head, walked behind Mrs. Webber, and pushed her wheelchair.

Taking a few deep breaths, Mrs. Weber forced herself to calm down.

“I know you saw it, Mr. Peter.”

"What did I see?"

"You see yourself destroying the city you are in, and no one can stop you. An endless black ocean, you plunge the whole world into death."

Peter slowly pushed Mrs. Webber's wheelchair forward, saying calmly, "So what? That doesn't mean it will happen in the future."

"That's part of the future."

Peter lowered his eyes and glanced at Mrs. Webber, paused for a moment, and said, "I'm not a villain in a comic book, why would I want to destroy the world?"

"Besides."

Peter paused for a moment and said, "Human cruelty will ultimately lead to its own demise, and that has nothing to do with me."

Although he doesn't consider himself a good person and has no intention of becoming a great and righteous superhero in the future.

But he wasn't crazy enough to destroy the world.

This universe contains many extraordinary powers.

Would I really eliminate all superheroes, magicians, and other extraordinary beings? Would I become an enemy of the world?

I probably don't possess that kind of power.

Perhaps the hallucination I just saw was just Peter Parker from a parallel universe?

Or is it simply a scene that arises in one's own consciousness?

He didn't take it seriously.

Mrs. Weber gave Peter a deep look and said, "Nothing is immutable. Our current thoughts will not carry over into the future. We may become a different group of people in the future."

“I will remember your advice, Mrs. Weber.”

Peter didn't want to discuss the topic any further, saying, "If this is the life advice Mrs. Webber gave me, I should find it helpful."

Mrs. Weber shook her head. "It's not just that. I see death around you. This isn't just a metaphor; your loved ones may be approaching the shadow of death."

"Relatives?"

Hearing this, Peter slowed his pace.

"Yes, those who love you or those you love are approaching the shadow of death."

Mrs. Weber said quietly, "If you could see it, you might change your fate, but perhaps nothing can be changed. I've always known that fate is cruel."

Peter frowned as he listened to the other person's prophecy about death.

Is that Uncle Ben?

But Uncle Ben will only be sacrificed after he becomes Spider-Man.

According to the information he knew from his past life, Aunt Mei would continue to live peacefully with him.

Besides Uncle Ben and Aunt May, who else is there?

"I have arrived."

Mrs. Weber's words interrupted his thoughts. Looking up, Peter found himself in front of ward 965.

Christine, who was pacing anxiously in the ward, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Peter pushing Mrs. Webber in.

She was even more surprised when she realized that the person pushing the wheelchair was Peter.

Isn't this Dr. Ryan, that extremely mysterious patient?

“Ms. Weber, you shouldn’t have gone out.”

Turning her attention away from Peter, Christine put on a stern face and spoke to her patient.

"I just went out for a walk, but the air here makes me feel a bit stuffy."

Ms. Weber smiled and turned her gaze to Peter. "Thanks to this boy, he brought me back. We talked a lot on the way, and I learned a lot from him."

Upon hearing this, Christine walked up to Peter and thanked him.

"Peter Parker, you're welcome."

Peter reached out and shook her hand briefly.

"Can we go outside and talk?"

Because of Dr. Lane's relationship with Strange, she became curious about Peter and suggested that he go outside for a chat.

Peter glanced at the beautiful female doctor, unaware of her thoughts, and nodded slightly without giving it a second thought.

"can."

In the hallway, Christine thanked Peter again. "Ms. Weber has myasthenia gravis and she needs to have surgery soon, so we advised her to stay in her ward and rest."

"Ah."

After Peter responded, he asked Christine, "What is Ms. Weber's profession? A fortune teller?"

Christine explained to Peter, “Ms. Weber has retired. Perhaps she had a similar career before. She seemed very perceptive and always had a better sense of our emotions. I think Ms. Weber may have been involved in psychologists or fortune tellers.”

"Dr. Christine, Ms. Webber has a nosebleed!"

She wanted to say a few more words to Peter, but the nurse rushed out to tell her that Ms. Webber's condition was not good.