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

After his body was covered by the exoskeleton, a strong wave of dizziness washed over him, and the strain of his rapidly beating heart became unbearable.

With one hand clutching his chest, Peter collapsed to his knees with a thud. Feeling the sensation within him as if it were about to burst forth, he struggled to lift his head and gazed at the distant subway.

Am I going to miss it?!

His right hand pressed against the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, causing the stones on the ground to tremble slightly, as intense pain surged within him.

"Well!"

Gritting his teeth and using all his willpower to keep himself from fainting, Peter stood up with his legs slightly bent.

A surge of energy suddenly erupted from within, rapidly spreading throughout the body, accompanied by an unbearable pain.

Peter growled in a low voice, his right hand slamming into the ground as he shot into the air with a loud bang.

The exoskeleton, glowing with a dark, eerie light, was instantly covered in countless viscous, spider-like threads, and then surged outwards like a wildly dancing giant serpent.

His bloodshot eyes instantly turned scarlet.

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Chapter 37 What exactly am I, a half-alien, half-human?

His feet landed heavily on the ground, raising dust and extending the cracks in his skin.

Peter, whose eyes were bloodshot, was filled with a frenzied desire for violence and destruction, but he still maintained basic rationality.

The black spider silk that shot out from its body struck an unmanned building under construction nearby, instantly corroding the building's brick walls.

His exoskeleton also changed, with a viscous, black, spiderweb-like substance constantly surging across it.

The once incredibly sturdy exoskeleton now tightly wrapped around his body, rolling like ocean waves.

Enduring the pain, Peter slowly stretched his arm forward to his face.

Under his gaze, the exoskeleton-covered arm's fingers extended into gleaming black alien claws.

Then, under his control, it slowly deformed and shrank back.

"The facehugger inside him, is it fused with Frank's genes?!"

Peter lowered his arms, clutching his pounding heart, and was stunned.

During his last checkup, Dr. Ryan told him that the alien embryo might have entered a new phase.

My current physical condition proves that the embryo has indeed entered an unknown new stage.

Instead of bursting out of its chest, it continued to optimize its DNA.

During the last fight on the football field, the spike of his own tail pierced Frank's throat.

Was it at that time that he absorbed Frank's genes?

Does the tail spike possess the ability to fuse and absorb genes?

The most prominent feature of alien biology is the optimal selection of DNA.

It has a blank DNA strand in its body, which records and absorbs the host's DNA.

The alien embryo in her chest did not mature and burst out of her chest, but instead continued to optimize and absorb DNA.

The changes that have occurred in the exoskeleton now should be the evolution of the alien exoskeleton after it was fused with spiderweb-like material.

It is no longer as sturdy as before, but has become as soft and deformable as a spider web.

While it retains its flexibility and deformability, it becomes stronger in terms of toughness and resistance to external damage.

He could feel his power increasing again.

Peter removed his hand from his chest, placed it on his forehead, and closed his eyes.

The exoskeleton extends and deforms, quickly covering its own head.

The black exoskeleton covered the face, with the eyelids forming a semi-transparent ossified skin that appeared translucent and light white.

He activated his mind again, and the siliconized exoskeleton deformed once more, slowly dissipating from his face.

He looked up and gazed at the pitted and cratered building in the distance, corroded by black spiderwebs.

The alien embryo, incorporating Frankenstein's DNA, represents more than just the evolution of the exoskeleton.

I can also shoot webs from my wrists or other body parts, just like Spider-Man.

He stretched out his wrist, and black spider silk shot out from it, piercing the wall with a "bang".

But the walls that were covered in cobwebs were immediately corroded.

A sickening sizzling sound rang out, and the corroded bricks and stones fell to the ground with a clatter.

The alien's blood may contain a certain enzyme, which makes its blood extremely corrosive.

When an alien is injured, its blood will cause significant damage to the creature that injured it.

However, this blood corrosion is only used by the Xenomorphs as a defense mechanism.

Now I can shoot webs like Spider-Man and use this corrosive substance as an offensive weapon.

but

Peter looked down at his wrist, his expression serious.

I tried to become Spider-Man today, and in a sense, I succeeded.

But can someone who shoots out such highly corrosive spider silk still be considered Spider-Man?

If I weren't Spider-Man, what would I be now?

Half-human, half-alien, should we add half-Spider-Man to that mix?

He clenched his fist and quickly forced himself to stop his wandering thoughts.

With a thought, the black exoskeleton quickly covered his head.

"boom!"

Place both feet on the ground and slightly bend your knees.

The ground was instantly crushed under his feet, and his super-strong jumping ability, combined with spider genes, allowed him to leap to the top of the building under construction.

Looking into the distance, I spotted the subway speeding along.

He jumped into the air again, and as he fell, a cape-like exoskeleton formed on his back.

As part of the back exoskeleton, it abandons the protective function of the spine and replaces it with an auxiliary gliding function.

As the subway drew closer, Peter fell into deep thought.

Based on his knowledge of the Xenomorph from his previous life, the Xenomorph's spine always contained an appendage that was not clearly defined by the Weyland Corporation.

Sensory organs, communication organs, respirators, defense mechanisms, storage of substances needed by the body, or carrying host structures, or serving as counterweights—these could all be functions of the alien spine.

Some scientists also believe that the alien's back was used to secrete resin that could be used to store and build honeycombs.

For this half-alien being, the spine now serves to assist in gliding flight.

Although he was the host being parasitized, his understanding of the Xenomorph was far from complete.

A few minutes later.

"Oh!"

With his feet on the speeding subway, Peter's "cloak" of bones on his back vanished instantly.

The thunderous sounds of fighting reached his ears.

His gaze cut through the terrified screaming crowd and into the subway.

"Where's the helicopter?"

Inside the speeding police car, George Stacy sat in the passenger seat, yelling into the walkie-talkie.

After receiving the report, he quickly led his officers to the scene.

But the police car could never catch up with the subway.

While ordering the officers to speed up the car, he also ordered his men to dispatch a helicopter immediately.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a propeller turning outside.

"Is it finally here?"

He stuck his head out of the window and looked up.

To their astonishment, they discovered that it was not a New York Police Department helicopter, but a CBS News helicopter.

The helicopter's rotors roared overhead as it flew past him, chasing after the subway ahead.

"Damn it! Even the TV station's helicopter is faster than us!"

George Stacy thought the police bureaucrats were all incredibly stupid.

He stuck his head into the police car, quickly pulled out his pistol, and loaded it with bullets.

"Contact BMT (Brooklyn-Manhattan Transit Corporation) and ask why they are not stopping the subway?"

Feeling the bumps in the police car and watching the scenery flash by through the windshield, George quickly asked the officer driving the car a question.

"They said the subway couldn't stop, and the explosion may have damaged the subway's operating system."

"Very well, is there any worse news? I'd like to know just how bad things can get."

George, whose face looked extremely grim, ordered his men, "Have them send me the route details for the 7 subway line."

Chapter 38 Fate Returns to Its Beginning

The vulture charged toward the killer robot from inside the cramped carriage.

The ear-piercing whistling sound shattered the windows of the subway car in an instant.

The robot released a missile from its chest, which shot towards the vulture.

The vulture, having anticipated this, dodged onto the car window and flew away.

The missile struck the top of the carriage, knocking it off, and then shot straight into the sky.