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

Fresh blood spurted out instantly!

Frank, whose eyes were flashing with disbelief and horror, slowly lost the light from the several eyes on his forehead.

"thump!"

Peter released his grip, letting the body fall to the ground.

The tail that had grown at the base of his tail slowly disappeared.

In that instant, his tail simply grew out naturally from his groin, piercing the other's throat as he harbored murderous intent.

It was as if these were combat skills cultivated within him, naturally used in battle.

The alien's tail is one of its most powerful offensive weapons.

Now, influenced by the alien, he also exhibits this alien characteristic, developing a tail to attack enemies.

Peter's expression turned serious as he gazed at the burning stage.

The sense of accomplishment as the hunter who killed Frank vanished instantly, replaced by heavy thoughts.

I'm starting to resemble an alien more and more.

He lowered his head and looked at Frank on the ground.

Will my future self become a monster like him?

In the distance, sirens blared, and the flames burned even more fiercely, unstoppable even by the spraying water.

Setting aside his complicated thoughts for the moment, Peter turned to leave.

"Roar!"

A roar came from behind him, and Frank, who was already dead, jumped up and pounced on him.

"Buzz!"

The powerful roar of the engine filled the night, and the rumble of the car echoed through the darkness.

The roaring car crashed through the wire gate of the playground and drove straight into the school, which was engulfed in flames.

Frank, who had just stood up, was hit hard by the car and thrown into the air before he could do anything.

The front bumper of the Mercedes-Benz was instantly knocked off, and the car lurched forward several meters before coming to a stop.

"Boom!"

The car door was pushed open, and a panting Gwen staggered out of the mangled vehicle.

Chapter 23 Don't Say Sorry

A burst of flame shot into the sky!

Steel roof panels, wood, and scraps of paper flew everywhere above the flames, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of oil and smoke.

The entire playground was brightly lit, as if it had been illuminated by lightning in an instant.

Moments later, the shockwave from the explosion surged outwards.

The trash placed on the playground whizzed past, followed by a wave of heat.

Gwen, who had just gotten off the bus, reached out to try to block the heat wave, but was pushed backward.

A pungent smell filled her nostrils, and Gwen felt dizzy.

What happened next was like a slow-motion replay.

She saw flames leaping up in the distance, a burning stage, and police cars emitting faint, piercing sirens in the distance.

And then there's Peter, who comes into his line of sight in slow motion.

He reached out his arm, trying to grab himself.

"Snapped!"

Peter took Gwen's hand and held her as she lay unconscious.

Sparks from the explosion hurtled towards the two of them, but Peter slightly turned to the side, using his back to shield them.

Looking down at Gwen, who had fallen into a coma, Peter lifted her up in his arms.

He glanced back at Frank, who was now completely dead, and carried Gwen toward the entrance to the playground.

After everything had settled down, the New York Police Department officers finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

George Stacy jumped out of the car as fast as she could and ran toward the burning playground, disregarding the danger.

"Answer the phone! Gwen! Answer the phone!"

He ran while growling in a low voice, glancing down at his phone.

He kept trying to call Gwen's cell phone, but could not get through.

He finally arrived at the entrance to the playground and saw Gwen's friend, Gloria.

"Hey Glory, have you seen Gwen?"

When Glory saw George Stacy, who had been waiting anxiously, she felt much relieved.

Before she could finish speaking, a deafening explosion was heard.

The heat wave swept outwards from inside the stadium.

The two instinctively stepped back to avoid the heat wave hitting their faces.

"Gwen is still inside!"

Gloria coughed and clutched her chest as she called out to George Stacy.

"Damn it!"

Upon hearing that his daughter was still inside, George gritted his teeth and threw his phone hard on the ground.

"Get out of here, Glory, it's still very dangerous here."

George took off his clothes, draped his coat over Gloria, and then kicked open the wire door, preparing to rush inside.

But a figure that soon appeared in the firelight made him freeze in place.

Peter, dressed entirely in black, slowly emerged from the swirling flames, carrying Gwen in his arms.

Behind them, sparks flew everywhere, and water droplets sprayed down.

The crackling and popping of flames, the hissing of water spraying from fire hydrants, and the distant wailing of sirens created a cacophony within the stadium.

Glory stood there, watching Peter emerge from the flames, just as stunned as George.

"Peter?!"

George Stacy looked at Peter, who was standing in front of her, holding Gwen.

He never imagined he would see this scene.

Peter, holding his daughter, emerged from the all-consuming flames.

"She's fine, she just fainted."

Peter lowered his head to look at Gwen's face, his serious expression relaxing slightly, before looking up at George Stacy.

Somewhat stunned, George Stacy took Gwen from Peter's hands, opened her mouth as if to say something.

But Peter didn't stop; he turned and left immediately.

Cars flashing red lights and blaring sirens gradually converged on this spot.

Fire trucks and ambulances also drove this way.

George Stacy held Gwen in her arms, temporarily putting aside the idea of ​​calling out to Peter.

The most important thing now is to confirm the condition of my daughter.

Gwen woke up gasping for breath from a nightmare.

At first, she struggled desperately, trying to tear off the seaweed wrapped around her head and neck, but then she suddenly heard a strange sound.

A rapid and sharp sound reached her ears!

A shark with its gaping maw suddenly swam up to him along the seaweed.

A putrid smell entered her nostrils and permeated her entire body.

Startled awake, she struggled desperately to stand up, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Peter.

Peter was leaning down to look at her, his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't move, or the gauze will come undone."

Her right ear was covered with a thin layer of gauze.

At that moment, Peter was pressing on the yellow gauze that had accidentally come off her.

Gwen blinked, smelling the familiar scent emanating from Peter.

"Wasn't I sleeping?"

She asked Peter in a low voice.

"No."

"It wasn't in a dream either."

"I don't think so."

Gwen sat up slightly, leaning her back against the pillow, and looked around at her surroundings.

The white sheets and the pungent smell of disinfectant.

I should be in the hospital.

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, Gwen didn't know what to say, so she blurted out, "I'm sorry."

Peter looked at Gwen and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you saying sorry?"

"This is a complicated matter, and it's all my fault."

She said guiltily.