Chapter 123: Believe It or Not, I'm chosen by the Engineers

"Sir, here's your beer," the bartender brought Peter's beer over.

"Kölsch, why not try something stronger?" Helen looked at Peter's beer and remarked.

While speaking, she pushed her own drink towards Peter, "Or perhaps a tequila."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in cactus juice," Peter replied, looking at the drinks in front of Helen.

"That's an interesting way to put it, but tequila does smell like cactus," sitting next to Peter, she glanced around before continuing, "You should be worried about the vampire and the blade warrior coming after you. After all, you took the queen away in front of them. Do you need my help?"

"Not yet, I should have a way to deal with them," Peter replied confidently.

"Are you always this confident, Peter?"

"Always."

Helen smiled as she raised her glass, saying to Peter, "I hope your actions don't betray your confidence. According to our agreement, you should tell me everything you know now, especially about the 'queen'."

"Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Helen raised an eyebrow, "After all, I told you my story. Think about it, if I wanted to kill you back then, would I bother talking to you this much?"

Peter pushed his beer forward, "I thought you just wanted to make a victory declaration."

"For you, Peter, I wouldn't be so arrogant."

Helen extended her gloved hand, picked up her drink, and took a sip, "After all, you're quite special. I wouldn't treat you like an ordinary person."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"But you're also special, for example... Can I ask how old you are, Miss Helen?"

Because Matt had mentioned that Helen's age could rival Captain America's.

So, driven by curiosity, he asked directly.

"Don't you know a woman's age should be kept secret?"

Helen, with her captivating demeanor, glanced at Peter, "Especially for beautiful women."

"No need to tell you, you'll find out eventually."

She replied with this sentence.

"What do you mean by 'eventually'?"

Helen put down her glass, saying, "'Eventually' means, according to fate's arrangement."

"Fate?"

Peter didn't expect her to use the word "fate".

"Is our conversation here now also fate's arrangement?"

Peter felt her words were similar to those of Mrs. Weber.

"Yes, destiny cannot be violated."

Helen stroked the bottle neck, "Everything in a person's life is predetermined. Heaven has arranged our fate long ago, even our conversation here today is part of it, and no one can change it."

She paused and continued:

"You buy a cup of coffee, kiss your girlfriend, you think these are your choices, your decisions? They're not. It's just fate weaving its threads."

Peter frowned, "As a biology teacher, shouldn't you believe in natural science? Aren't you afraid of corrupting your students?"

"It's not contradictory."

Helen's desire to talk was also opened up, she said to Peter, "I once tried to control fate. I thought I could control people's hearts, make my mother love me. At first, I succeeded, but soon she ended up in the bathtub, committing suicide."

She stared at the drink in front of her, "It's ironic, she killed herself in the bathtub so as not to trouble me, so I wouldn't have to clean up the blood."

"That's considerate of her."

Peter added timely.

Helen ignored him and continued, "I also tried to control a little girl, do you know why?"

"I don't know."

"Because her father was a beast, she was my neighbor, very cute, seemed like anyone could be friends with her, and the happiest thing for her was her birthday."

"At that age, birthdays almost mean endless possibilities: a jar full of candy, a toy box overturned on the floor. Only as you grow older do you realize that every birthday is like a turnstile, it takes you farther and deeper. Suddenly one day, birthdays become irrelevant to possibilities, and become completely inevitable."

Helen's gaze became profound, a flash of pain in her eyes, "But this child, she died at the age of nine, on her own birthday."

Peter became interested in Helen's story, "What did you do?"

"I tried to get her to tell the police what her father did to her, it didn't seem difficult, maybe a bit difficult for ordinary people, after all, you can't just knock her down or stuff her in a trash can, whatever is appropriate or not, anything goes."

Helen fell into memories of the past.

"I was confident then, suddenly feeling that this might be the purpose of my existence. If I could rescue a nine-year-old girl from a beast, it would at least prove that I'm not worthless."

"And then?"

"And then."

Helen fell silent for a moment before saying, "When her family was arguing loudly outside the supermarket, the little girl saw a coin on the road. To this day, I can still hear her voice, no one paid attention at the time."

"The child thought 'if you see a coin, pick it up', so she went to pick up the coin."

Helen's tone became indifferent, "The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind, an SUV, the girl's body, her shoes."

After telling her story of herself and the god of fate, Helen flicked her finger against the glass.

"That's fate's choice, I can't change anything, even if I can control people's hearts, even if I killed that beast, I can't change anything."

After a tangent, she looked into Peter's eyes and said seriously, "Okay, let's get back to business. Why does the 'queen' obey your every command? Is it related to what's parasitic inside your body?"

"That's a long story."

"I don't mind, I have plenty of time tonight."

"Even if I start from the origin of life."

Peter remained silent for a moment before asking her, "Do you know about Prometheus?"

"Of course."

"Prometheus is one of the Titan gods, he helped humans steal fire from Olympus, teaching humans how to use fire. But as the helper, shouldn't humans also face punishment?"

Peter slowly addressed Helen, "We are descendants of Prometheus. The punishment meant for him naturally falls upon humanity."

Helen didn't understand why Peter brought up Prometheus.

Her brows lightly furrowed.

"Beyond outer space, there's a race called the 'Engineers'. Due to inadvertent actions, one of them, whom I refer to as 'Prometheus', came to Earth and created humans."

Peter said something confusing to Helen.

She had never heard of such a origin of humans.

Was Peter deluding himself?

"Are you sure you're not just making this up?"

Peter was indeed making it up.

Everything he said was entirely from the world of Alien, unrelated to the Marvel universe.

But even in his fabrication, he showed no signs of guilt.

"When did the Engineers visit Earth?"

Helen decided to counter Peter with her biology.

"Approximately 390 million years ago."

Peter calmly replied, "In Scotland's 'Skye Island,' cave paintings dating back around 35,000 years were discovered—giants pointing towards the stars. These paintings documented their visit to Earth."

In the previous Alien world, such cave paintings existed.

But in this world, Peter couldn't guarantee it, though he doubted this woman would directly verify.

"About 390 million years ago, Earth should have been in the Devonian period. Plants began to emerge on land and spread, and amphibians began to move onto land."

Helen fell into contemplation.

Peter continued, "The Engineers, in order to destroy humanity, created a lethal biological weapon—an Xenomorph, stored in a cylindrical cultivation vessel, appearing as a black liquid."

"This Xenomorph is highly sensitive to its surroundings. Any slight environmental change can trigger the Xenomorphs within the cultivation vessel, leading to leakage. Once a creature comes into contact with the Xenomorph, it causes infection, resulting in the host becoming rigid, possessing strong growth capabilities, and becoming highly aggressive."

After a pause, Peter gazed at the pitch-black night outside the window and said:

"Due to the Xenomorph's DNA optimization selection traits, when it attaches to a host organism, it causes their structure to mutate, taking on the form of the host."

Helen looked up, her eyes filled with suspicion, as she looked at Peter.

The existence of such a Xenomorph did have some credibility.

However, achieving it would be quite difficult.

Peter didn't notice Helen's expression and continued, "They created the Xenomorph, a formless microorganism like a virus, infecting different species and turning them into aggressive zombies."

"Wait."

Helen asked Peter in confusion, "Why would they want to kill humans? Didn't they create us?"

"Firstly, a Engineer banished to the savage Earth caused the emergence of highly intelligent humans on this planet, which shouldn't have been created."

"Secondly, for some purpose, including changing the Earth's atmospheric environment to eventually become their new home, the Space Knights bred an experimental humanoid race with the same genetic structure as themselves. When the time comes for their race to take over Earth, humans will have no significance."

After explaining to her, Peter drank his Kölsch, "Prometheus, who stole the fire, created humans, and humanity is destined for punishment, to be destroyed in any case, and this terrifying creature is the means of their destruction."

After listening to Peter's summary, Helen was shocked.

If Peter wasn't lying, then this Engineer race was despicable indeed.

Could the 'queen' be this creature meant to destroy humanity?

She looked at Peter and asked, "Why can it reproduce through spores? And why does this virus only turn human bodies into zombies? Why would a 'queen' be born?"

"I have embryos of the Xenomorph inside me. After the embryos are born, they spit out reproductive bodies externally. After it parasitized you, it absorbed part of your and my DNA genes, and finally burst out of your body."

Peter bluffed to her.

Of course, none of this was true.

The process of Xenomorph birth is much more complex than this.

In his past life's Alien world, the Engineers created the Xenomorphs to destroy humanity, but it ended up destroying their own race.

Humanity created the Replicants, but they used humans for experiments, leading to the eventual destruction of humanity.

It's ironic that creators are destroyed by the creatures they created.

Helen frowned and asked Peter, "Why do you know all this? And why do you have this Xenomorph embryo in your body?"

Peter asked the bartender for another beer and said to Helen, "It's simple, because I'm the chosen one for the Engineers to destroy Earth. But I'm not very interested in it."

Helen's brows furrowed immediately upon hearing Peter's words.

After hearing this, she had some doubts whether Peter was just making up nonsense.

"Are you writing science fiction, Peter? And it's the outdated kind from England, with a complex reality, where everyone is pursuing one answer: where do we come from? Seemingly simple question, but forever haunting, and then various stories are concocted."

"Believe it or not."

Peter lazily said, "Anyway, I've kept my promise and told you the truth. Whether you choose to believe it or not has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Helen hesitating, Peter continued, "I'll take the 'queen' away. The Engineers must not know about its birth, or they will come to destroy Earth prematurely. For the safety of Earth and humanity, you don't need to thank me."

After fabricating a half-true story, Peter put down his beer and walked away.

Although Helen suspected that Peter was deceiving her, the details he recounted seemed very real.

And, was there really such a scene of the Engineers visiting Earth on Scotland's Skye Island?

She was deeply puzzled.

Looking up and seeing Peter leaving, she wanted to regain control of the 'queen.'

But then she thought, what if what Peter said was true?

After all, Peter really could control the 'queen,' and with such incredible creatures being born, what else was impossible?

Lost in hesitation, Helen looked at Peter's departing figure and gulped down the red wine in her glass.

"Well, whether it's true or not, Peter, you can't escape."