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

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Frank came to school because of himself.

If it weren't for me, so many students wouldn't have been killed, and I wouldn't have implicated Peter.

"Since it's complicated, don't dwell on it."

Peter didn't want to ask any more questions and turned his gaze to the scenery outside the window. "You should just lie here and rest."

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"one day."

"And what about Frank?"

What she cares about most now is whether the culprit has been punished.

Peter sat down in a chair by the bed and said, “He’s dead. Your impact was powerful.”

"I"

Gwen took a deep breath, a sharp pain shooting through her chest.

The wound here was probably caused by the steering wheel hitting the car while driving.

“I don’t think that impact was fatal to him. It was you, you did it, didn’t you, Peter?”

Gwen stared intently at Peter, as if trying to uncover his secrets.

Peter shook his head. "No, of course not me. Glory can vouch for you. You drove in like a madman."

Gwen was momentarily speechless, but she quickly glared at Peter. "Do you think I'd believe that?"

"meeting."

"I don't think so, because if I believed I could do it, I would probably be the dumbest woman in history."

Gwen looked at Peter and said, "I know my abilities. I'm just a lucky girl."

“You’re not just lucky, Gwen.”

Peter stood up as he spoke, "I have something to do, I have to go now. Take good care of your injury and don't overthink things."

Gwen lay on the bed, staring blankly as Peter left.

After a while, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Feeling the warm sunshine outside, she lay down. "The weather is nice today."

Chapter 24 The Church of Mourning and Death

"The fire at Midtown High School occurred during a regional football tournament. It was reportedly caused by an electrical malfunction, and other witnesses also mentioned a short circuit in equipment on the band stage."

The old Toyota turned a corner and headed toward the church near Midtown High School.

Uncle Ben, who was driving, listened to the radio and sighed softly.

"It was a tragedy. May the dead rest in peace."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Peter looked out the window at the scenery flashing by, shook his head, and said to Uncle Ben, "This isn't a natural disaster, Uncle Ben."

Three days have passed since the tragic incident at the rugby match.

Unsurprisingly, this incident became a hot topic of media coverage.

However, almost all media outlets defined it as a fire caused by a short circuit.

The radio host continued broadcasting.

"Four fire trucks from Brooklyn were dispatched to Midtown High School to fight the fire, but the school's fire hydrants had been damaged, preventing the fire from being extinguished in time."

"Five bodies have been recovered so far. One of them was a teacher from Midtown High School, and the other four were participants in a rugby game. It is understood that they were all members of the 'White Sharks' rugby team, and none of them were over 18 years old."

"In addition, two firefighters were taken to the hospital for treatment after inhaling smoke."

As he listened to the host's report, Uncle Ben's brows furrowed more and more deeply.

"I made a mistake; I shouldn't have let you go to the rugby game that night."

Uncle Ben felt somewhat guilty for letting Peter go to school that day.

“I wasn’t hurt at all, so you don’t need to blame yourself, Uncle Ben. Besides, some things are beyond our control.”

Peter offered Uncle Ben a word of comfort.

Yes, there are some things we cannot predict.

Uncle Ben stepped on the brakes and waited for the traffic light to turn red.

"In life, you will always encounter some things, sometimes good things, sometimes bad things. When bad things happen, we have to endure them, especially when you can't change them."

Peter nodded and asked Uncle Ben, "What if we could change things?"

"Then do your best to change it."

Uncle Ben turned to Peter and said, “I think, my nephew Peter, you must have done your best when bad things happened.”

Peter shook his head and replied to Uncle Ben, "No, I didn't, it was just so-so."

“I know you, Peter.”

As the red light turned green, Uncle Ben stepped on the gas and drove forward, continuing to say to Peter, "You're not the kind of person who's careless."

A few minutes later, the car arrived at its destination and stopped in front of a church.

The fire at a Midtown High School rugby game resulted in the deaths of several students and teachers.

The memorial service for the deceased was held in this Christian church.

Many teachers, students, parents, and others from Midtown High School have already arrived.

People dressed in solemn black clothes, with white flowers pinned to their chests, looked dignified and solemn.

The atmosphere at the scene was heavy and sorrowful.

Uncle Ben and Peter were both dressed in black with ties on.

Peter had no intention of attending the funeral, but at Uncle Ben's insistence, he eventually accompanied him.

"Hey, Peter."

Peter turned around and saw a rather handsome face.

"Harry Osborne?"

Based on his predecessor's memories, he quickly recognized the person in front of him.

Harry Osborn, son of Norman Osborn (the Green Goblin), and a friend of Peter Parker.

“It’s been weeks, Peter, haven’t we gotten to know each other by that extent?”

Harry, dressed in a black suit and tie, walked over and patted Peter on the shoulder.

"Even if you call me Little Norman, it's more intimate than calling me by my first name."

Peter thought for a moment and asked him, "I remember you went to some international event?"

“UN charity events can help you accumulate credits and expand your network so that you can get into a better university. My father enrolled me in this program. Of course, his goal is not for me to get into a good university, but to train me.”

Harry shrugged and said dismissively, "My father is always like that, stern and always seems to have a lot of ideas, while I'm the one who always has no ideas."

Perhaps realizing that it was inappropriate to talk about his father like that, he quickly changed the subject, "I heard Gwen is in the hospital?"

"Ah."

"That was really bad news, and what happened on the playground."

He said with a somewhat somber expression, "I never expected something like this to happen at school."

Peter nodded slightly to the innocent yet seemingly love-starved teenager before him and prepared to sit down on the chair next to him.

Harry seemed oblivious to his "friend's" deliberate distancing, and moved closer to him, sitting down next to him.

"Peter, is this really a fire? I heard it's a spider monster."

Before he could finish speaking, a guest attending the funeral in front of him turned around and glared at him.

Realizing he had spoken a bit too loudly, Harry quickly lowered his voice and continued to Peter, "You were there that night, was the spider monster real?"

Peter listened to the priest's prayers on the platform, looked straight ahead, and said, "Perhaps you should ask your father. Isn't he a big shot? He probably knows more than you do."

"He's not an omnipotent god, so why would he know these things?"

Harry, seeing that Peter didn't want to talk, reluctantly stopped asking.

“We fear death, we resent death, we will all die eventually, we will not live forever, but the spirit will not die. Don Rhodes, Tyler Brandon, Jim Nantz, Bill Chancellor, these are our friends, all of whom died young, but they are all remembered by us.”

The pastor on the platform delivered a eulogy.

"To us, they are not perfect, but they are close to perfect. They are excellent players and defenders of dignity and courage on the field. The 'Hand of Death' will not easily erase our memories of them."

Peter, sitting in the audience, listened to the pastor talk about "the hand of death," and his expression was slightly taken aback.

It's ironic that I was called "the Hand of Death" by Ms. Weber, and now I hear it again at her funeral.

I shook my head, automatically filtering out these meaningless eulogies.

Just as he was about to go out for some fresh air, his heart suddenly clenched.

His pupils dilated instantly, and he grabbed the handrail beside him.

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What to do in Chapter 25? This misunderstanding seems a bit big.

"Are you alright, Peter?"

Seeing that his friend sitting next to him seemed a little off, Harry asked worriedly.

"I am fine."

Enduring the strange sensations in his body, Peter pretended to be nonchalant.

My heart was pounding, a feeling of expansion came from my chest, and the urge to vomit was churning in my throat.