Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Carrying Gwen to her doorstep was no less than an extreme off-road exercise for Peter.

While the Horse Talisman can eliminate physical pain, it cannot directly increase his physical strength, nor can it eliminate normal physiological needs such as fatigue, hunger, and thirst.

So, despite the protection of the horse charm, Peter was still exhausted from walking just a few hundred meters.

"Ding-dong—"

Finally, Peter freed one hand and laboriously rang Stacy's doorbell.

A short while later, the door was opened, and an elderly woman with white hair appeared behind it.

It was Gwen's grandmother, Pauline Stacy.

Gwen's mother died early, and she was raised by her father and grandmother from a young age.

When Grandma Pauline saw Peter carrying her unconscious granddaughter on his back, her expression changed instantly.

"Oh my god! What happened to Gwen?!"

Her voice was filled with panic as she frantically tried to check on her granddaughter.

"Grandma Pauline, don't worry."

Peter, panting, explained with difficulty, "Gwen was just... too tired and fell asleep on the bus on the way back."

"Are you too tired?"

Old Pauline looked at Peter suspiciously, then couldn't help but reach out and touch Gwen's forehead.

The temperature was normal, her breathing was steady and long, and her fair face even had a hint of peaceful sleepiness.

After confirming that her granddaughter was alright, Pauline breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves relaxed.

But what follows is a strong sense of the strange and the need for investigation.

Doesn't she, as the grandmother, know what kind of constitution her granddaughter has?

As the daughter of the police chief of the Big Apple, her son had been training her in physical fitness since she was a child to ensure that she wouldn't be bullied when she grew up.

Even if Gwen's physical fitness isn't on par with competitive athletes, she's still a sports star in school, with energy as boundless as a little rabbit. How could she possibly faint from exhaustion just from a visit?

In addition...

Old Boleyn's gaze swept back and forth between Peter and Gwen, her expression becoming increasingly subtle.

The granddaughter leaned against Peter's back in an intimate and natural manner, while Peter, though exhausted like a dog, had a rather tender look in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a bold idea emerged in her mind.

Could it be that my own granddaughter is pretending to be asleep to trick Peter, this blockhead?

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable smile crept onto old Pauline's lips.

She truly is my granddaughter!

As she helped Peter carry Gwen into the bedroom and settle her on the soft bed, she looked Peter up and down with the kind of gaze one would give a grandson-in-law.

"Good child, you've worked so hard."

"Would you like to stay for a hot cocoa? I'm baking an apple pie, it'll be ready soon."

Peter was somewhat at a loss for words in the face of the old lady's overly enthusiastic invitation.

"No need, Grandma Pauline, I... I'll head back now so as not to disturb you and Gwen any longer."

He's currently preoccupied with how to improve his weak constitution and has no interest in enjoying afternoon tea.

"I see..." The old lady showed a perfectly measured hint of regret. "Alright then, be careful on the road."

As she saw Peter to the door and watched his heavy steps, the old lady couldn't suppress the maternal smile on her face.

Peter was a boy from a poor family and was a little thin.

But she is intelligent, kind and gentle, and has a strong sense of justice.

Who knows, I might get into a good university and work for a big company in the future, thus changing my fate.

It's reassuring to know that my granddaughter is dating Peter; it's much better than those shady, unsavory guys!

With her mind preoccupied with her granddaughter's marriage, the old lady turned shakily and went back to Gwen's bedroom.

Looking at her granddaughter sleeping soundly in bed, she tentatively called out softly twice:

"Gwen?"

"Sweetheart, stop pretending, Peter is already gone."

However, the girl on the bed remained unresponsive, breathing evenly and sleeping sweetly.

Now it was the old lady's turn to be stunned.

Is she really asleep?

She shook her head with a wry smile and could only helplessly tuck the blanket around her granddaughter.

What kind of nonsense is this?

How could a simple visit to the Osborne Group cause such exhaustion?

……

Gwen felt like she had a very, very long dream.

In her dream, she felt as if she were soaking in warm spring water, with countless tiny bubbles enveloping her body, and every cell cheering with joy.

Peter's figure appeared and disappeared in my dream, his voice gentle yet firm, easily soothing all the restlessness and unease in my heart.

"Gwen, don't be afraid."

"I'll take care of everything."

The feeling was so comforting and sweet that she couldn't help but immerse herself in it and didn't want to wake up.

"Gwen! It's time for dinner!"

Only when she heard her father's familiar voice calling from outside the door did Gwen reluctantly open her sleepy eyes, like a startled cat.

The streetlights outside the window were shining, and when I looked at the clock on the wall, it was already seven o'clock in the evening!

She actually slept all afternoon?

Gwen rubbed her eyes and instinctively tried to sit up.

She had barely made a move when she immediately noticed something was wrong.

The blanket... sealed her away!

This is no joke about sleeping in.

The thin blanket covering her was as if it were glued to her body with superglue, clinging tightly to her arms and body!

"Um?"

Gwen let out a puzzled nasal sound and subconsciously tried to kick off the blanket.

Tear it apart!

boom!

The crisp sound of tearing fabric rang out along with the groaning of the wooden bed, which could no longer bear the weight.

The soft, comfortable cotton quilt was as fragile as a sheet of paper at her feet; it was torn open with a huge gash, revealing the cotton fluff fluttering inside.

Even more outrageous, the sturdy wooden bed legs beneath her snapped with a crash because of her struggle!

Gwen, who had finally regained her freedom, was completely stunned.

What... what's going on?

She was startled by the situation and instinctively shrank back.

But this subtle movement made her spring up like a spring, and she was thrown to the ceiling!

"what!"

Gwen let out a short gasp, but the expected sharp pain of hitting the ceiling did not come.

Instead, there is an incredibly strange feeling of weightlessness and stickiness.

She instinctively opened her eyes, and was immediately startled by her reflection in the full-length mirror.

She... actually clung firmly to the bedroom ceiling in a strange, quadrupedal position, like a gecko!

"Knock knock knock!"

"Gwen? Are you alright? What's all that commotion about?"

George's concerned voice came from outside the door, accompanied by a knock.

"No...it's nothing, Dad! I'm fine!"

Gwen was startled and quickly responded, her voice trembling with nervousness.

"I just... had a nightmare and accidentally fell out of bed!"

While frantically dealing with her father outside the door, she desperately tried to recall everything that had happened before she fell into a deep sleep.

The Osborne Building… a dazzling array of high-tech exhibits… and… that colorful little spider that bit itself!

An absurd idea flashed through her mind like lightning.

Could it be that……

I've gained the abilities of a spider?!