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

Meanwhile, Gwen, who was standing in front of him, felt time suddenly slow down.

My breathing became heavy, and the air and everything around me were keenly perceived by my senses.

The movements of "King Kong" rushing towards her appeared incredibly slow in her eyes.

She could even clearly see the look of terror on the other person's face.

Instinctively, she reached forward with her left hand and grabbed the other person's falling body.

With a "thump," she used her left hand to support the massive "King Kong" body.

The other person's chest felt as if it were firmly stuck to her hand.

Everyone in the classroom was stunned by what they saw.

What kind of strength does Gwen Stacy possess?!

Gwen, who was holding "King Kong" with one hand, immediately realized that something was wrong with her current movements.

In a panic, she immediately pulled her hand away.

As a result, the "King Kong" lost its support and crashed to the ground with a loud "thud".

"King Kong," whose body was shaking slightly from the impact, clutched his chest and lay on the ground groaning.

The entire classroom fell silent; everyone stared at Gwen in shock.

At this moment, Gwen's mind was in complete turmoil.

She looked up in alarm, her gaze falling on Peter who was watching her.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't know."

She didn't know whether she was speaking to Peter or to "King Kong" lying on the ground.

Without saying anything, he quickly ran out of the classroom.

Watching Gwen's departing figure, Peter did not chase after her, but merely frowned slightly.

Is this the period of confusion that comes with becoming a superhero?

Even a girl like Gwen can feel lost.

He pinched his chin, lost in thought.

When school ended in the afternoon, Peter left the school and rushed to the hospital.

Yesterday, the alien embryo inside his body absorbed Frank's genes, causing mutation and evolution. He needs to get checked out.

Even if the embryo's genes evolve, there is no guarantee that it won't burst out of the body at the next moment.

The embryo inside her own body was already vastly different from the alien egg she had come to know.

He can no longer rely on his past experience to make judgments and guesses.

He had just boarded the subway to New York-Presbyterian Hospital when he received a text message from Gwen.

Gwen did not return to the classroom after leaving in the morning.

It seems she took leave.

The text message contained only one simple line: "Peter, if I become a monster, will you still consider me a friend?"

Thank you everyone for your votes! (bows deeply)

Chapter 45 A Young Girl's Troubles

Gwen stood atop a skyscraper in Brooklyn, watching the endless stream of cars and people below.

A light drizzle was falling from the sky, and cars sped by.

Through the misty rain, she saw rows of electronics stores located not far away.

Looking further into the distance, the neat rows of high-rise buildings resemble a dim fence, outlining a jagged skyline.

She had a sense of insecurity, as if she were walking on thin ice, and could break through the ground and fall into the abyss at any moment.

In the light rain, she held her phone up to her face, waiting for Peter's reply.

Peter quickly replied with a text message: "There's a monster inside each of us, Gwen. You're not alone."

Gwen looked at the text message Peter sent and wiped the raindrops off her phone screen.

"Are you saying that the monster of death also dwells within you?"

She suddenly remembered what Peter had told her before: "Death is not lonely."

Peter quickly replied to her, "Yes, I have a grand theater of death in my heart, where the curtain is always drawn, and death plays are performed all the time, with white skeletons as the actors."

Gwen thought Peter was referring to his cancer diagnosis, so she felt sad when she saw the text.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I shouldn't have brought this up."

"It's ok."

Gwen held her phone silently, unsure how to confide in Peter.

Tell him that he was bitten by a spider and might turn into a monster like Frank?

Even if Peter believed me, what good would it do?

Peter is currently battling cancer and is undergoing treatment.

My actions will only cause him more worry and may even cause more harm to his body.

Gwen hesitated for a moment, then typed back to Peter: "Sorry I took the morning off and didn't go home. Sometimes I can be incredibly stubborn."

“You have your reasons, Gwen, I know.”

"Thank you, Peter. Thank you for listening to my troubles. Maybe I'll find a suitable opportunity to tell you about my situation. I've been thinking a lot about the future lately."

Gwen put down her phone, put her hands in her pockets, and felt the cold raindrops.

She hasn't thought about the future in a long time.

My original life was like drifting along a lazy river.

But the future is like a persistent little flying insect, constantly buzzing in her ear, making her restless.

She had heard of an experiment that showed that if mice and monkeys in a laboratory were given the illusion of choice, they would usually live a healthy life.

Even though they only have two choices: mild electric shock or severe electric shock.

But at least they can sense the difference in the outcome, so they are overjoyed and live a more fulfilling life.

If these rats and monkeys are not given a choice and are simply subjected to constant electric shocks, they will become increasingly anxious and restless.

They may bite through the fur on their own hands and feet and eventually die from cancer or heart disease.

After a while, Gwen stretched out her hands, her eyes focused on them.

I wonder how long it will be before I bite off the fur on my hand.

Taking a deep breath and gazing at the rooftops on the other side, some distance from the clock tower, Gwen put on her white hood.

She wanted to experience the feeling of jumping again.

When I was being chased by the Hand, this was the place where I tried to jump over.

If Peter hadn't grabbed him, he might have fallen and died.

I think back to the feeling of jumping up and catching Spider-Man as he fell from mid-air.

"I can do it, that's how I felt at that time."

Muttering to herself, Gwen sped up and ran forward.

With a "thud," Gwen leaped forward as her feet left the edge of the rooftop.

"Well!"

As Gwen stepped onto the edge of the roof, before she could even catch her breath, she suddenly slipped.

The roof, wet with rain, was extremely slippery. Gwen's shoes slipped on it, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward.

Losing her balance, she reached out as if to grab something, but in the end, she only managed to grasp at thin air.

As Gwen plummeted at high speed, she was immediately filled with panic.

Desperately forcing herself to calm down, she suddenly remembered the scene she had witnessed: Spider-Man shooting out webs.

With a thought racing through her mind, Gwen tried to mimic the other person's gesture, shooting her right hand forward.

"Whoosh!"

A clump of white, viscous substance splashed onto the wall.

Gwen was pulled against the wall by this force.

Clinging to the wall with both hands, she found that she was able to support her body.

Shocked, she climbed up the wall and quickly reached the roof.

Standing on the roof, Gwen took off her hood and stared at her hands with a surprised expression.

They just shot out something similar to Spider-Man's webs!

Can I be like Spider-Man?!

At New York-Presbyterian Hospital, Peter stood in the drizzle and put away his phone.

He told Gwen that he was experiencing a drama of death unfolding in his mind.

Besides the shadow of death lurking in his heart, it was also because in his previous life, as a mercenary for the Weyland Corporation, he had witnessed a great deal of death and slaughter.

The sight of countless white bones is just the most common one.

Memories of the past flashed through his mind as he strode into the hospital.

Dr. Ryan is currently waiting for him in his office, as arranged in advance.

"Long time no see, Mr. Parker."

Dr. Ryan looked well and stood up to greet him.

"It shouldn't be too long."