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

“I think what you said makes a lot of sense, Peter.”

Gwen looked up at Peter with a burning gaze and said, "I need to understand more about the cruelty of this society, otherwise I won't know what's wrong and what's right."

"Then how do you come to understand the cruelty of society?"

Peter became interested in what Gwen had to say.

“I don’t know yet, but maybe you can do it, Peter.”

Gwen suddenly developed confidence in Peter.

"Aren't you very good at saying cruel things in a normal tone? Perhaps you could try to hit me hard."

Gwen overestimated herself, wanting Peter to show her the harsh realities of society.

Although the idea was probably terrible, Gwen still enjoyed hearing Peter say things like, "The universe is a giant graveyard, and we will all die eventually."

"should not."

After some thought, Peter ultimately decided not to say anything cruel to Gwen.

He casually replied to Gwen, "I am Spider-Man, does that count for you?"

"Forehead"

Gwen paused for a moment, staring at Peter's serious gaze, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Could Peter be telling the truth?!

Feeling uneasy under Peter's gaze.

"Not counting."

Gwen immediately banished the impossible idea from her mind; she didn't believe Peter's words.

Also, if Peter were Spider-Man, that would be a real blow to him.

Because there was no joy in having one's secret revealed.

After coughing, Gwen said in a serious tone, "Because I'm also Spider-Man, we're even."

In class, Peter sat at his desk, flipping through his book.

At the same time, he was thinking about what happened yesterday.

The new biology teacher is similar to Frank in that regard.

A "beast" is also parasitizing her body?!

Peter looked up and gazed at the sunlight projected outside, lost in thought.

Or perhaps the other party is also a member of the Hand.

After Frank died, he "cleaned up" the Hand in New York, but found nothing.

This mysterious organization is either deeply hidden, or it's simply headquartered in Japan and doesn't have much influence in New York.

According to the information he received from Matt, the Hand originated in Japan's feudal era several centuries ago.

For more than 100 years afterward, these people continued to learn and train.

Most of its members are proficient in hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship, disguise, escape, medicine, and explosives, and also possess superhuman willpower, endurance, and combat ability.

They were also experts in espionage and assassination, often providing their professional services to warlords or the wealthy.

They even possess powerful magical secrets that can resurrect the dead.

In 1588, Kagenobu Yoshioka began leading the Hand Association and developing it into an international organization, becoming a notorious group of Japanese ninja assassins.

The "beast" they worship, which lives inside their bodies, grants them immense power. Frank's parasitic "beast" is a mutated spider.

Peter looked away from the sunlight and closed his textbook.

Helen is most likely a member of the Hand.

The reason she approached me was because she sensed that we shared the same aura, and she considered herself to be one of her kind.

This is probably related to his absorption of Frank.

Unfortunately, the entity within him was not a "beast," but rather an entity called "Alien."

Although both aim at reproduction, the beings within them are more driven by killing than by simple physiological urges.

At this moment, his body no longer felt strange as before.

That physical urge towards the opposite sex has also diminished considerably.

It seems that only when he comes into contact with this woman does the alien embryo inside him start to act strangely.

"Jingle Bell!"

The school bell rang, interrupting his thoughts.

He was about to pull out his book when he suddenly realized: what was wrong with him at school?

It's a familiar smell.

It smelled similar to the scent emanating from Frank, but with a strange fragrance.

It smells like hormones, but more like volatile oils.

He looked around and noticed that everyone in the class seemed a little off.

Everyone seemed to be in a state of high spirits.

Even after class started, these people didn't stop their actions and continued to make noise.

"What is this? Is it something that can infect everyone?"

He looked at Gwen and noticed that she was also acting strangely.

Gwen, her face flushed, kept fidgeting in her seat, as if she was desperately trying to hold back something.

After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and walked towards Gwen.

"Are you alright, Gwen?"

He asked Gwen in a low voice.

Gwen looked up, suddenly grabbed his hand, and looked at him with a slight tremor in her body.

"Peter, I... I think I'm not feeling well."

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Chapter 73 My Heart Is Like a Rocket

"I feel a little hot."

Gwen felt that her current state was very strange.

My whole body felt hot, and the blood in my brain seemed to be slowly expanding. Each heartbeat was accompanied by the roar of my pulse.

"Maybe I need to calm down. Maybe the newspaper article just now made my anger level soar."

Gwen quickly found an excuse for herself.

"Is that all?"

Peter frowned and asked Gwen, "Is there anything else bothering you?"

"It was there at first, but it's much better now."

Gwen took a deep breath. "It's like that feeling of weakness and exhaustion after strenuous exercise. That's how I felt just now, but I'm back to normal now."

"Perhaps you should go to the hospital to get it checked out, Gwen."

Peter naturally didn't believe things were that simple.

"Okay, I'll consider your suggestion, but it's not time to get to that yet."

Gwen said she should be fine.

After Peter left, she exhaled, her eyes narrowed to slits, and she reached out to press her temples.

At this moment, the blood vessels in her temples were throbbing, her breathing seemed to have slowed down considerably, but her heart was beating more than 140 times.

"Okay, my heart is beating faster than when an astronaut is taking off under gravitational pressure."

Gwen muttered to herself, glancing at Peter.

Suddenly, a strange emotion welled up inside her; it seemed that the aura Peter was emanating from him was making her feel dizzy.

And when I see the other person, my heart beats even faster.

Could it be that my heart was beating faster than an astronaut's when he saw Peter?

Gwen touched her flushed cheeks, wondering if she was just being infatuated.

Even though she has a strong liking for Peter, does her heart still race just from looking at him?

Gwen was deeply confused.

Peter, on the other side, pondered for a moment, then left his seat and walked outside.

He suspected that the smell in the air was the cause of Gwen's abnormality.

The only person worthy of suspicion is Teacher Helen.

Inside the classroom office.

“Peter, what’s wrong? It’s not a good thing for you to be here during class time.”

Miss Fish looked up and saw Peter standing there. She spoke to him in a serious tone.

Besides Miss Fish, there were two older students in the office who were being scolded by Miss Fish for skipping their beginner French class.

"Billy Delois and Henri Tennant, you two will stay after school for two periods."

After letting the two students who considered themselves unlucky leave, Miss Fish turned her attention to Peter.

At the same time, she stuffed the forms on the table into the drawer, and with a "bang," the drawer was closed, pinching her thumb.