Chapter 28: Missed Impulses

The scene before her was too brutal! The limbs of such a large person were torn off with brute force. The snapping sound of tendons breaking brutally stimulated Gwen's hearing nerves, making her feel nauseous.

She held it in because she had too many questions for Peter - was it her fault that he had become like this?

"Wait!" Her shout at least made the burly man in front of her stop his actions. As if throwing away garbage, he tossed the still twitching rotten limbs aside and stomped on the struggling body.

"Hurry up! Seeing this thing makes me sick."

Peter's once handsome face was now even more hideous, as it scraped against the cement floor of the abandoned building, chunks of rotten flesh falling off, making him look more terrifying.

"Parker! Is this my fault that you turned like this..."

The only response Gwen got was Peter's incomprehensible, inhuman howl. Instead, she got her answer from the giant man. He took out a flashlight.

"How is this possible? This thing has been rotting for at least a few months."

In fact, Gwen could see Peter's condition without the need for light, but she was just too afraid to notice. The Spider-suit on Peter was extremely dirty, with the decaying flesh and the tears in his clothing sticking together, emitting a foul odor. Gwen even saw a beast-like bite mark on his abdomen.

"This..."

"This is Peter Parker from the zombie universe," Angie answered.

"The zombie universe? Wait! Do you know who he is?" Gwen suddenly realized.

"In that universe, a terrible virus swept the entire Earth, corroding all the superheroes, turning them into terrifying zombies, and then they devoured all the ordinary people. In that world, Spider-Man, the zombie version of Peter Parker, was famous." Angie's voice lowered as she continued, "These guys should have all been sealed off, unable to leave the zombie universe."

Gwen clenched her fist tightly under her glove, and her knuckles turned white. "What should I do then?"

Angie reached for a piece of paper at her waist, with a phone number for a confidential line printed on it. "If you find a zombie hero, call me immediately."

"Okay!" Gwen accepted the note and suddenly remembered another question. "Wait, you said he's Peter from another world."

"Yes."

"So, what happened to the Peter in this world..."

"He should still be alive."

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! That's the best news I've heard after meeting him."

Under Angie's feet, the zombie Peter had lost his limbs but was still struggling like a venomous insect, attempting to bite Angie's foot. Unfortunately, Angie wasn't wearing Quy's Greek sandals but boots made of the same material as a spacesuit.

"Is there anything else you want to ask him?"

After one last look at that grotesque face, Gwen turned away as if she had been electrocuted. "No."

The next moment, her strength, which added up to 33 points, suddenly exploded. Angie stomped on the zombie Peter's head like crushing a watermelon, and his head burst open.

With a burst of red souls rising from the corpse, they entered Angie's chest, and a light screen appeared on his retina.

[Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the zombie Spider-Man, Peter Parker.]

[The host gains the following attribute bonuses: Constitution +1, Agility +18, Intelligence +2, Perception +7, Willpower +3!]

[Congratulations to the host for temporarily acquiring the following skills: Wall-crawling Lv3, Radiation Resistance Lv4, Vampire Virus Resistance Lv3, Clairvoyance Lv1.]

[The host has acquired the Constitution branch skill (Peak Physique), with an upgraded duration of 60 minutes.]

[The host has acquired the Agility branch skill (Rope Control): a variant of Spider-Man's web-slinging skill that greatly enhances the host's control over rope-like weapons.]

Jackpot! Zombie Spider-Man, despite being zombified, was still a representative of high agility, and Angie was no exception. If he had killed a regular Spider-Man, he would probably have gained more attributes than just Constitution, but for now, Angie was satisfied.

Without Quy's leather harness, Angie's overall attributes were now [Constitution 19, Agility 41, Strength 21, Intelligence 17, Perception 24, Willpower 27.] With Quy's leather harness bonuses [Constitution +5, Strength +12], he had no strict weaknesses anymore.

Angie quickly glanced at the upgrades, withdrew his gaze, and effortlessly threw the remains of Zombie Peter away, tossing a final incendiary grenade.

"Whoosh!" The raging flames destroyed the last traces of the invading zombie hero in this world.

Walking out of the abandoned building, Gwen remained silent.

"Go home and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, the sun in New York will rise as usual," Angie's voice sounded behind her.

Gwen's body trembled violently, and her voice choked with tears. "I just helped destroy my childhood friend, and tomorrow I'll greet this world as if nothing happened, saying 'hi' to him as if everything is normal?"

Angie shrugged. Indeed, in any parallel world, whether Gwen lost Peter or Peter failed to save Gwen, it seemed that one of them would always end up miserable.

"Perhaps, this is fate."

Gwen seemed to force a smile and suddenly realized she was still wearing the mask of Spider-Woman. "Right, no matter what your purpose is, you saved my life. I don't even know your name, well, your codename works too."

"Quytoz."

"Alright, Mr. Quytoz, let me express the gratitude of a New York girl to you."

As she spoke, Gwen moved closer. Angie felt something was off; his reason told him that the girl in front of him was clearly not thinking rationally.

Gwen slowly lifted her mask, or rather, only halfway, stopping at her nose, revealing a fair and delicate chin. Angie noticed transparent droplets falling continuously from her cheeks; they were Gwen's tears.

However, the atmosphere was gone. Gwen, even in her dumbest moments, could feel that what she had just kissed was the mask, not a living person. She suddenly smiled bitterly, "Sure enough! Wearing a mask allows me to drop the facade of a good girl and indulge myself. But you, even with a mask, are still a gentleman."

She was wrong, and Angie used his claws to tell her that she was wrong to a ridiculous extent.

"You must have misunderstood something. When it comes to killing enemies, I can do it however it's convenient. But when it comes to women, I prefer to take them forcefully, taking away their body and soul in one go, rather than giving them a chance to tell themselves - it was just a momentary impulse."

Gwen suddenly backed away, her first realization that this mysterious Quytoz seemed to have very different values and beliefs from her.

After a short moment of shock, she came to her senses. "Phew! You gave up your prize, it's your fault." Angie smirked.

"Huh." Gwen suddenly whipped her right arm, and the spider silk on her wrist shot out, pulling her body rapidly backward. At this moment, Gwen's voice came from afar, "See you later, Mr. Quytoz. I hope next time things go your way."

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