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

"A demon from another realm grants its host immense power."

Helen raised her right hand.

A faint black aura instantly condensed on his long, slender, and fair right hand, covering it.

Her gaze fell on Peter, “Those humans who are used as ordinary vessels by the Hand, the ‘beasts’ parasitizing their bodies are far from the real ‘beasts’.”

"The Hand has produced a bunch of complete failures."

Peter's expression turned serious, and he asked Helen, "Is there a real 'beast' living inside your body?"

Helen shook her head. "I won't tell you that easily, Parker. It's not fair. At the very least, you have to tell me where that thing in your chest came from."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Helen, I didn't agree to make a deal with you."

Peter frowned and said, "We're hardly partners."

Helen's eyes shone even brighter, and she smiled at Peter, saying, "Why not? We're all the same kind of people, Parker. We both have a devil inside us."

As she spoke, she took a step closer to Peter, but the next second, Peter grabbed her arm, which was wrapped in black mist.

"You seem to overestimate your own importance."

Peter spoke to her in a cold tone.

"Don't be nervous, Peter, I mean you no harm."

Helen, despite being grabbed by the arm, showed no fear and spoke to Peter in a languid tone:

Don't you want to know more things that will be useful to you?

"For example, right now, I can tell you about what interests you the most."

She pulled her arm away from Peter's and turned her gaze to the rainy night outside.

"The story begins with a mother. Boys usually have the experience of being abused by their fathers, so the core of many stories is the father's problem. Because men travel the world, men's stories are spread more widely."

"But if a woman tells the story, then most of the stories will involve the mother."

Helen paused for a moment, seemingly listening to the sound of rain.

“There was a little girl whose father died, so she had to live with her mother. She was a religious fanatic, and her mother was all-powerful at home, imposing a high-pressure policy on her, locking her life up like a prisoner.”

The rain outside grew louder and louder, but Helen's voice remained crystal clear.

"But this was not in line with the little girl's nature, but rather what her mother thought she should be. She tried everything that interested her, and she became madly in love with the plants in the backyard."

"But she was going through a low point in her life. To be honest, her mother wasn't a bad person. She never physically abused the girl. She wouldn't hit her daughter with a metal clothes hanger or anything else, and she wouldn't hit her skin with a curling iron."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Peter.

"But she can't be called a good mother either. She verbally abuses her daughter every day, calling her a sinner, a prostitute, a slut, and so on. In this mother's eyes, the little girl represents eternal disappointment, a burden that she can't get rid of no matter what."

"Perhaps her mother could smell the promise of evil, or perhaps her mother sensed the presence of a buried demon."

Helen's gaze became complicated. "Why is there no love between people who are close to each other? Instead, there is hatred?"

"This little girl's crazy mind often has crazy thoughts, such as pulling out her own hair by the roots, knocking out her own teeth with a hammer, or hurting herself in other horrific ways."

"One day she accidentally discovered the plants in the backyard. She could control those things to hurt herself, and she could also absorb the fragrance of violets to make her mother love her and no longer hate her as before."

Peter listened to the woman's story with a frown, and said, "Not a bad story, Ms. Helen. Were you a radio storyteller before?"

“No, of course not, Parker.”

Helen smiled and said, "But the story isn't over yet."

She paused for a moment and continued, "This mother committed suicide in the bathtub. She was a good person; even in death, she didn't want to cause trouble for her daughter."

"Then, a Japanese man found the girl and said he could adopt her because there was something in the girl's body that was extremely important to him."

Peter stared into the woman's eyes, wondering why she was telling him these things.

Without a doubt, the little girl in this woman's story is herself.

He roughly knew what kind of species was parasitizing the woman's body.

“I know what you’re thinking, Parker.”

Seemingly sensing Peter's thoughts, Helen said to him, "What I'm telling you is the first step in our honesty. Now, the conditions for a fair trade have been met."

As she spoke, she glanced at Peter's chest.

"And what kind of entity is parasitic on your chest? I'm very interested."

Peter flatly refused, saying, "Unfortunately, I'm not really interested in your story."

Helen showed no dissatisfaction after being rejected.

She spoke to Peter in the same tone as before: "Actually, you've forgotten something, Parker."

"what?"

Disappointment crossed Helen's delicate face. "I have to criticize you, Parker. You've forgotten what I taught in the last lesson: the sole purpose of parasites is reproduction."

As she spoke, she took a step closer to Peter, "Even you can't suppress its instincts."

Although she didn't know the type of parasite in Peter's body, her keen senses and the extraordinary power bestowed upon her by the demon from another dimension allowed her to always see something.

As soon as she finished speaking, Peter felt an even stronger fragrance in the air.

The smell of volatile oils was even stronger than in the classroom.

Even when he shuts down his respiratory system, he can still feel this thing invading his body.

As he thought of it, the pitch-black exoskeleton instantly covered his body.

His head was also covered by a mask, completely obscuring his entire body.

At the same time, he reached out to grab Helen.

But Helen's speed exceeded his expectations.

A jet-black aura enveloped her body.

With lightning speed, she dodged Peter's attack.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the floor of the room shook.

The wooden floorboards were constantly snapping and flying into the air.

The ground surged like seawater, and furniture and other items all fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

It was as if a giant snake was burrowing into the ground and stirring it up.

Chapter 78 A Crisis at a Critical Moment!

Helen was agile and quick, leaping up the stairs to the second floor.

He reached out to block Peter's attack and swung his hand to strike Peter's chest.

Peter dodged the right hand, which was shrouded in black energy, to avoid contact. The alien claw that his left hand had transformed into missed its target. Instead, the wrist bent and struck her chest heavily with a "thud".

Helen took a few steps back, her expression unchanged, and reached out her hand.

"boom!"

As she moved, huge vines burst forth from the ground and attacked Peter.

Peter dodged the vines and shot out corrosive spider silk from his right hand, which splashed onto them.

The vines were quickly corroded to almost nothing.

Helen, who seemed to be handling Peter's attacks with ease, used vines to block Peter's path.

At the same time, another python-like vine burst out of the ground, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and swept towards Peter.

Peter dodged the attack from the thick vines, extended his exoskeleton-covered arm, blocked Helen's fist, and retreated.

He could indeed feel his heart beating faster and faster.

The alien embryo seemed to be particularly sensitive to the hormones released by the woman in front of it.

A wave of heat washed over his body, and that physiological urge seemed to surge up again.

He now strongly suspects that the "beast" inside this woman's body is absolutely related to her true form.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how the substance released by the other party could affect the alien embryo inside the body.

Furthermore, the opponent's strength and speed are not inferior to his current level.

Is this the power of the "beast" in its true form?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Loud noises continued to ring out, and the room began to collapse due to the swinging and attacks of the vines.

Bricks and building materials kept falling down, smashing everything in the room to pieces.

This Victorian-style building gradually collapsed and disappeared.

The booming sounds emanating from the entire battleground carried far into the distance.

"Oh!"

Helen's arms, entwined with black energy, fend off Peter's claws.

She then swiftly threw a punch, while simultaneously reaching for Peter's chest with her arm.

It seemed as if it wanted to stab Peter in the chest.

Before Peter could retaliate, a loud bang came from above.

A huge rock came crashing down on her!

With the help of the vines, Helen rose into the air and left the collapsing room.

Sensing that Peter seemed to be struggling to suppress the pain in his body, Helen said to Peter, who was standing opposite her:

“You can’t stop it, Parker. The spores in the air are constantly gathering in your body, and they will affect you even if you can’t breathe.”

"The substances carried by the spores are not all harmful to your body. They just make the things inside your body feel the stimulation of hormones, so that you can face your desires. No, desires may not be the most accurate word. It should be called love."

Helen paused for a moment, then murmured to herself, "Unfortunately, sometimes love can cause unbearable pain."