Chapter 136: This is Not a Confession!

What does he really want?

Or, what is his pursuit in this world?

He had always thought he had no particular pursuit.

All he struggled for was survival.

At first, with an alien parasite in his chest, he was constantly under the threat of death.

Later, the alien in his chest quieted down, but what troubled him was the nature of the alien inside him.

What was the hierarchy in the alien world?

Was he the transmigrated Peter Parker, or was he the alien in Peter Parker's chest?

These questions had always deeply troubled him.

"Can I ask you a question now?"

Reed cautiously asked Peter.

He wanted to probe a little into Peter's true thoughts.

Although it was a bit impolite, Reed was the type to keep secrets.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Are you in desperate need of money?"

Reed suspected that Peter got the winning lottery numbers from him just to get rich.

"No."

Peter, wearing a strangely shaped helmet, looked up slowly at Reed.

"Because my true identity is an alien here to conquer Earth, the first thing I'm going to do is to take talented kids like you back to my home planet."

Maybe it was because Peter's expression was too convincing, but Reed was so scared that he took a step back.

With fear in his eyes, his voice trembled as he said, "I might not be the smartest; can you put me at the bottom of your list to capture?"

He thought he might still have a chance to escape.

Seeing the kid scared again, Peter took off his helmet and handed it to the stunned Reed.

"This is pretty good, but it shouldn't affect me."

He could feel this thing influencing his mind.

It seemed to resonate with certain parts of his mental sea.

Even so, his mental strength had become exceptionally strong since he transmigrated, allowing him to overcome this mental control.

"Can I have this helmet?"

Peter asked him.

Reed, just realizing he had been tricked, blushed and felt embarrassed, wanting to refuse.

But in the next second, Peter proposed a condition that left Reed speechless.

"I can lend you money."

Reed's eyes sparkled as he asked Peter, "Really? I might need a lot of money."

"What do you need the money for?"

Peter asked him.

Reed hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to tell the truth, "I was studying quantum physics at Princeton University. I want to research something."

"Quantum physics?"

Peter looked at the kid in front of him in surprise.

Even though this timeline's "Mister Fantastic" was a child, to be involved in quantum physics so soon?!

"I believe in aliens, though not like you, a fake alien."

Reed said to Peter, "Just like the vampiress, maybe she really is from another planet. And the monsters from Bear Mountain, maybe they all exist in other dimensions. Although time is irreversible, I might be able to build a time machine to travel to other parallel universes."

"Maybe in some parallel universe, there really are vampiresses."

Reed shared his conjectures.

If someone else claimed they could build a machine to travel between parallel universes, Peter would think they were talking nonsense.

But if it was "Mister Fantastic" in front of him, Peter thought it was possible.

After all, he had built a machine that could bring the dead back to life.

"How much money do you need?"

Peter asked him slowly.

"Are you going to fund me?"

Reed looked at Peter excitedly.

"I can, but on one condition: I must have the right to use your time machine."

"Of course."

Reed agreed immediately, "We're a team now, of course you can."

Ten minutes later.

After leaving Reed's house, Peter stood on the rooftop of an office building.

His body was covered in a black exoskeleton, blending almost completely with the night.

Beside him stood the alien "Queen," exuding a murderous aura.

Seemingly wanting to listen to the heartbeat of the alien embryo in Peter's body, the "Queen" leaned closer to him, trying to get to his chest.

Peter reached out to stroke the alien's head.

His gaze shifted to the distant city skyline, shrouded in darkness and gradually enveloped by mist.

When he put on that helmet, a figure appeared in his mental sea, gradually becoming clear and occupying his mental world.

If that helmet could truly reflect his subconsciousness...

Does that mean she is the most important thing to him?

Peter took out his phone and scrolled through his photo album.

A picture of Gwen smiling appeared on the screen.

"Smiling might be a good thing; after all, it signifies that good things might happen."

Gwen didn't know that Peter was thinking about her.

At that moment, she was sitting on her bed, organizing her belongings.

Boxes and containers filled with her numerous Cleo LaSalle dolls surrounded her. Some were intact, some were damaged, and some were no longer responsive.

In those boxes and containers were also her Sesame Street posters, clothes, and who knows what else.

"I like this smiling doll."

Gwen put a smiling Cleo LaSalle doll into a box.

She was organizing her things at night simply because she was too excited.

Although her mood had been a bit down after talking with her father, she soon received an email.

An email from Black Cat!

Or rather, Felicia Hardy, to be more precise.

This minor rock star from New York had sent an email inviting Gwen to her concert.

Gwen's band, the Mary Janes, was just a school band, but performing with Hardy was her dream come true.

"Okay, I need to calm down!"

Gwen lay down, letting her blonde hair spread out on the bed.

She looked at the clock on the wall; it was already eleven o'clock at night.

Even though it was a bit late, she couldn't wait to share her joy.

"First one."

Gwen muttered as she quickly dialed Peter's number.

"Peter, great news!"

"What?"

"I'm going to perform at Black Cat's concert. Sorry, I mean Felicia Hardy, but that doesn't matter. We all know her name. I mean, it's incredible, she's a big star."

Peter, who was on the rooftop petting the alien, calmly said to Gwen, "Yes, she's a big star, but at night she's still a thief who likes to steal things."

Peter was looking at Gwen's photo when she suddenly called.

He cleared his throat and said to Gwen, "Just like how you, Gwen, are a seemingly ordinary high school girl but secretly a Spider-Woman admired by many."

Gwen stroked the Cleo LaSalle doll in her arms, a smile on her lips.

"Are you worried I'll mess it up? Peter, I always mess everything up at critical moments."

Suddenly, she lost confidence.

She also felt a bit depressed.

She always showed her vulnerable side to Peter.

If people knew that Spider-Woman liked to rely on others, it might not be good.

But she couldn't help but rely on Peter.

"I'll be looking forward to the performance."

Peter reassured Gwen, "I believe in you more."

Gwen lay down and said to Peter, "Actually, compared to performing for many people, Peter, I'd rather perform just for you. I mean, being your personal rock star would be better."

After saying this, Gwen immediately hung up the phone.

"I guess I'm just following fate since Peter is Annie's dad."

She quickly found a reason for her confession.

In her dream, their daughter with Peter was named Annie.

If parallel universes really existed, perhaps this had already happened somewhere.

Gwen, in her cartoon pajamas, lay down, her mind wandering.

The next morning.

Stark Industries.

"Oil tankers, garbage trucks, those people who work in Bangor or Brewer during the day and drive home at night, that broken road never lets people have peace, trucks constantly passing by. God, sometimes they wake me up, and I sleep like a dead pig."

Tony's mood had become extremely foul because of his hotel stay.

"Tony, don't get hung up on these little things. What's important is our cooperation with Vallen Corporation."

Obadiah inquired about the acquisition of Vallen Mining.

Tony, having swallowed his anger, had no fondness for this damned mining company, especially its CEO, Danvers.

Danvers had sealed the mine entrance, watching as the expedition team perished.

"I understand the priorities."

Tony told Obadiah, "Just like now, I have to go meet someone, so excuse me."

Showing the keys in his hand, Tony turned to leave.

Obadiah, used to Tony's waywardness, merely frowned slightly.

He asked Tony's back, "Can I ask which lady you're meeting?"

Tony waved his hand, "You guessed right, buddy, a beautiful lady!"

Indeed, he had an appointment with a beautiful lady.

Sitting in his sports car, he drove onto the road.

"Upload all information on the vampiress to my terminal."

Tony instructed the car's intelligent system.

If the mural in the ruins was real, then the creatures they fought were vampires.

The vampiress claimed to be an alien vampire; maybe she knew something.