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

He believed in his own strength.

But at this moment, he felt that the half-vampire in front of him was the greatest opponent he had ever encountered.

Just as he hesitated, the sound of police sirens suddenly rang out in the distance.

Realizing that he could not stay there any longer, he put away his darts, gave Peter a deep look, and then turned and left quickly.

"Stop being in a daze!"

After Blade left, Peter patted Gwen on the head. "Unless you want your dad to catch you red-handed!"

Upon hearing Peter's words, Gwen immediately felt a jolt.

"That was truly a terrible result!"

As Gwen spoke, she shot out spider silk from her wrist, pulling herself from the alley to the top of a high-rise building, so she could keep up with Peter's pace.

Why did he say you smell like a vampire?

Standing on the rooftop of the high-rise building, Gwen asked Peter with a puzzled expression.

"Probably because I've killed a lot of vampires."

Peter casually rambled on to Gwen.

At the same time, he observed Gwen's expression to see if she asked about the Black Cat ads.

Gwen was probably unaware of this and was currently lost in thought about vampires.

She hadn't fully recovered from what had just happened.

Vampires, daywalkers.

These presences made her feel as if she had touched another world.

“Anyway, Peter, thank you for coming to save me.”

Gwen said somewhat dejectedly, "I was wondering why I've only encountered very minor things, but if I really encounter these dark creatures, my power is not enough."

"No one is born mature; even superheroes need to grow."

Peter comforted Gwen.

Feeling the dampness of the mist, Gwen looked up at Peter and asked, "Then why don't you need to grow up, Peter? It's like you were mature from the start, better than me, while I'm like the one who always depends on you."

Peter, satisfying Gwen's curiosity, continued, "Maybe I'm different."

"Why is it different?"

"Or perhaps I am something more powerful, something more vile, something that exists outside your consciousness. Perhaps I am Death, perhaps I am the Lord of Hell, the King of the Abyss, or Shiva, the destroyer of the world. Or perhaps I am just a strand of silk that fell from the scissors of the goddess of fate, Atropos, lying haphazardly on the floor at your feet."

After Peter finished speaking, which left Gwen speechless, the black mask on his face slowly disappeared.

He stretched his hand into the thick fog, felt it for a second, and then said to Gwen, "It's starting to rain. Let's go."

"it is good."

Gwen obediently followed in Peter's footsteps.

Ok!

If Peter was a thread that fell from the scissors of Atropos, the goddess of fate, then I was the one who wove the web.

I must weave Peter into my own web of destiny.

Gwen thought to herself.

"Boom!"

Inside the room, Blade took off his leather jacket and sat heavily on a chair.

The blinds in the room were tattered and broken, and cars whizzed by on the street from time to time.

The blinding light from the car's headlights streamed through the window, making the room flicker between light and shadow.

In the makeshift warehouse converted into a base, Blademaster struggled to pull out a bandage and wrap it around his arm.

His face was reflected in a mirror not far from him.

His expressionless face was filled with exhaustion.

He seemed to see another soul in the mirror.

Another soul that belongs entirely to a vampire.

Panting, he wrapped the wound with a bandage and then took out a hemostatic tool.

Although he has the ability to heal himself, this ability is limited and cannot immediately restore his wounds to their original state.

After bandaging his wound, he stood up.

He drew his silver longsword and began to prepare for defense.

That kid is right, I have a stronger vampire scent on me.

Because he was originally half a vampire.

They possess the abilities of vampires, but without their weaknesses.

You can choose to be either a human or a vampire.

The reason he chose to hunt vampires was that he had always hoped to return to a human life.

Listening to the pattering rain outside, he took a photo out of his pocket.

The smiling Black woman in the photo is his mother.

He sat in a chair, leaning forward, gazing at the photograph.

His mother disappeared after being bitten by a vampire, and he has been searching for her ever since.

He always believed that his mother was still alive.

This is also why he hates vampires.

He put away the photos and turned his gaze to the sky outside where it had started to rain.

Spider-Man.

Are they really the same kind of people as me?

Chapter 110 Spider Woman's Fantasy of the Celestial Empire

The night was dark and rainy, with a damp smell.

The mixed smell of soil and plants permeates the city.

A fawn staggered to the middle of the road and stopped.

A bright motorcycle headlight illuminated its outline.

A thug covered in tattoos was riding a motorcycle while passionately kissing an old woman with crooked teeth and tattoos all over her body.

By the time he finally pulled his tongue out of the woman's mouth, it was too late.

The moment he saw the deer, he instinctively turned the handlebars.

Thanks to his timely maneuver, the motorcycle sped past, narrowly missing the deer's white tail.

Wow! Wow!

Having narrowly escaped death, the thug, feeling incredibly excited, let out a strange cry.

The old woman in the back seat also started screaming along with him.

The two of them laughed loudly and freely.

"Buzz!"

The motorcycle roared and sped forward.

The rain was getting heavier, and the motorcycles splashed up a lot of water droplets on the suburban roads.

Just as the motorcycle was passing an intersection, the thugs suddenly noticed a dark figure in front of them.

It seemed to be a creature standing upright, with a huge body, exuding a murderous aura, and bearing no resemblance to any other creature he had ever seen.

Startled, he hurriedly braked.

However, due to the slippery road, the motorcycle lost control and veered to the side.

With a loud thud, the wheel hit a stone on the side of the road.

The motorcycle was suddenly obstructed, and the body rolled forward due to inertia.

Because the thug wasn't wearing a helmet, his body was thrown into the air before he fell face down onto the ground.

The gravel and asphalt acted like a natural grinding machine, and he continued to slide forward after landing.

As a result, half of his face was ground off, leaving a long, bloody trail on the ground.

His body resembled a folded rag doll, his spine first bending, then finally unable to withstand the pressure and breaking on the spot.

The woman in the car screamed and swung her arms as she flew over the thug's body.

With a loud thud, her body crashed heavily onto the grass beside the road.

A sharp pain immediately struck her; her whole body ached as if it had fallen apart.

She touched her head with all her might and found her hands were covered in blood.

Just as she screamed, the black shadow suddenly appeared in front of her.

The monster, its eyes glowing red, looked down at her.

Then, amidst her terrified screams, it took a bite.

"laugh!"

Fresh blood splattered out.

The woman poured the opened red wine into a glass, then raised it to her lips.

"Can I sit down?"

A Black woman with wavy hair asked the woman tasting red wine.