Chapter 37: What Am I, Half Alien, Half Human?

"Boom!"

Both feet landed heavily on the ground, dust raised and cracked traces extended out.

Peter, whose eyes were glowing crimson, was filled with a crazed desire for tyrannical destruction, but still maintained his basic sanity.

The black spider silk spreading and spraying out from within his body impacted on the nearby unoccupied building that was under construction, instantly corroding away the building's brick walls.

The exoskeleton of his body also changed, and sticky black spiderweb-like substances continuously surged on it.

The exoskeleton, which was originally incredibly strong, wrapped around his body and rolled over like waves.

Enduring the pain, Peter slowly stretched his arm forward to his eyes.

The arm covered with the exoskeleton, as he watched, the fingers partially extended out of the shiny black Alien's.

Then it slowly morphed and retracted again under his control. "The facehugger inside, fused with Frank's genes?!"

Lowering his arm and covering his beating heart, Peter was in shock.

The last time Dr. Ryan checked, he told himself that the alien embryo might have entered a new stage Now his own physical performance proved that the embryo had indeed entered an unknown new stage.

Instead of breaking out of the chest, it continued to undergo DNA optimization.

The last time it fought at the rugby field, its own tail spike pierced Frank's throat.

Several is when it absorbed Frank's genes?

Tail spikes possess the ability to fuse and absorb genes?

The most notable feature of xenobiology is DNA optimized selection.

It has DNA blank strands in its body that record and absorb the host's DNA.

The alien embryo in one's chest, instead of breaking out of the chest after maturity, continued to select to optimize and absorb DNA.

The changes produced in the exoskeleton now would be the evolution of the alien exoskeleton, after it had fused with the spiderweb-like substance.

It was no longer as sturdy as before, but had a spiderweb-like softness and deformation.

Although it was malleable and deformable, it became stronger in terms of toughness and resistance to external damage.

He could feel a renewed increase in strength.

Removing his hand from his chest, Peter placed it on his forehead and closed his eyes.

The exoskeleton extended and morphed, quickly covering his head.

The black exoskeleton covered his face, and a portion of translucent ossified skin formed on the eyelid portion, taking on a translucent light white color.

He unleashed his mind again, and the siliconized shell of the exoskeleton, once again, morphed and slowly dissipated from his face.

Lifting his head, he cast his eyes to the pitted building in the distance, corroded by black spiderwebs; the alien embryo fused with Frankenstein's spider DNA embodied more than just the evolution of the exoskeleton.

He himself could shoot spider silk through his wrists or other body parts like Spider-Man.

He stretched out his wrist, and black spider silk shot out from his wrist, "bang" through the wall, but the wall that was stained with spider silk was immediately corroded away.

"A toothache-inducing sound rang out, and the corroded masonry fell to the ground with a splash.

The alien's blood probably contained some kind of enzyme, which caused its blood to be extremely corrosive. When the alien is hurt, the blood will cause great damage to the creature that hurt it.

This blood corrosion, however, was only used by the Alien as defensive. The current self was able to shoot out spider silk like Spider-Man and use this corrosiveness as an offensive weapon.

However . .....

Looking down at his wrist, Peter's eyes were a bit glazed over.

His own attempt to become Spider-Man today had succeeded in a sense but could one still be considered Spider-Man by shooting this extremely corrosive spider silk? If not Spider-Man, what was he now?

Half-human, half-alien, and half-Spider-Man on top of that? Four clenched his fists, and he quickly forced himself to stop his ever-diverging thoughts.

The pain and vomiting and dizziness of his own body had already diminished, and the most important thing now was to catch the subway on line seven.

With an electric thought, the black exoskeleton quickly covered to his head.

"Boom!"

Both feet stomped on the ground, slightly bending his knees.

The ground was instantly trampled to pieces, and the superb bouncing power of the fused spider gene allowed him to jump to the top of the construction building in one go.

Sighting away, he catches the subway traveling at high speed.

He jumped into the air once more, and the moment he descended, a cape-like set of exoskeletons formed on his back.

As part of the extended exoskeleton on his back, the protective function granted by the spine is shed, and replaced with an assisted gliding function.

Looking at the approaching subway, Peter fell into deep thought.

According to the information about aliens that he had learned in his previous life, there had always been attachments that had not been clearly defined by Wieland's company in the part of the alien's dorsal spine.

Sense organs, communication organs, respirators, defense mechanisms, storing substances needed by the body, or carrying host structures, or acting as a counterweight, all of these could be the functions of the Alien dorsal spine.

Some scientists also believe that the alien dorsal spine is used to secrete and possibly store the resin that builds the hive. As for myself, a semi-alien being, the dorsal spine now functions as an aid to gliding flight. Though he himself was a parasitized host, he didn't know enough about xenomorphs.

"In a few minutes."

"Boom!"

With his feet on the speeding subway, the "cloak" skeleton on Peter's backbone instantly disappeared.

The sound of a "boom drop" fight reached his ears.

His eyes passed through the terrified and screaming crowd, and he looked towards the interior of the subway.

...

"Where's the helicopter?"

Inside the wildly moving police car, George . Stacy sat in the passenger side and yelled into the intercom.

After receiving the alarm, he quickly took the officers out.

But the speed of the police car could not catch up with the subway in any case.

While ordering the police officers to speed up the car, he ordered his men to hurry up and dispatch the helicopter.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard the sound of propellers turning from outside.

"Is it finally here?"

He stuck his head out of the window and looked upwards.

But he was shocked to find that it wasn't the NYPD's helicopter, but the CBS news station's helicopter.

The helicopter's propellers made a loud noise and flew over his head, chasing after the subway ahead.

"Shit!"

TV station helicopters are faster than us!

"A few George . Stacy thought the bureaucrats at the police department were more stupid than one another.

Sticking his head into the police car, he quickly pulled out his pistol and filled it with bullets.

"Contact BMT (Brooklyn-Manhattan Transportation Co.) and ask why they don't stop the subway?"

Feeling the bumps of the police car and looking at the scenery quickly flashing by in the windshield, George quickly asked the officer at the wheel.

"They said the subway couldn't be stopped and that the explosion may have damaged the subway's operating system."

"Great, is there any worse news? I'd like to know how much worse things could get."

George, whose face was extremely hard to see, commanded toward his men, "Have them send me the route of the No. 7 subway line.