Chapter 15：There's a monster living inside you, Peter.

Time turned back a few minutes.

Peter pushed the woman in the wheelchair down the corridor toward the hospital room.

"May I know your name?"

"Peter. Parker."

Peter looked down at the old man in the wheelchair and said, "I thought you were really a soothsayer and could figure out my name."

"Of course I can, but are you sure that's your name?"

The old woman lifted her head toward him and smiled slightly.

Peter froze for a moment, then returned with an unchanged expression, "That is my name. "

"Uh huh, names don't mean anything, maybe I shouldn't dwell on that.

The woman quickly stopped talking about Peter's name as she put her hands on the arms of her wheelchair.

"Mr. Peter, do you think I'm a soothsayer?" 

"Don't I?"

Peter said to the woman in a light tone, "Tarot cards, or palm reading, I even know people who divine fate through tea leaves, for example, if there are tea leaves standing up in a teacup today, they can divine that they will have a visitor."

You are very interesting, Mr. Peter.

The woman smiled.

She pulls out a pair of sunglasses and puts them on as she passes through the sunnier parts of the hallway.

"I'm sorry, my eyes aren't very comfortable and I'm getting uncomfortable with the glare."

She took it upon herself to explain to Peter why she was wearing sunglasses.

"You can call me Mrs. Webb, or Cassandra, it makes me sound young." With the sunglasses on, she had more to say.

"Mr. Peter, I understand what you're saying about the divination devices, the pretty cards, the secrets contained in palm prints, that sort of thing, and I think those are gimmicks, actually ....."

After a moment's pause, she continued, "There are all different ways of prying into destiny, and there are some people who think they have a specific way of operating, a specific set of rules, and so they, inwardly, place special demands on those who are capable of prying into the mysteries of destiny, assuming that all people will follow the same constraints as they do."

Peter nodded as he listened to Mrs. Webber's words and asked the other man, "That sounds reasonable, so what method does Mrs. Webber use to peer into fate?"

"Would you like to taste Mrs. Webb signaling Peter to stop pushing the wheelchair and have him walk up to her and ask him:Try it? Mr. Peter."

"Sure."

Peter nodded.

Although he was an atheist in his previous life, and had always held a skeptical attitude towards the matter of strange forces and gods.

However, after traveling through the world, the concepts he held had changed and he had traveled through the world of Marvel, which was filled with magic and incredible power.

Right now, he wanted to see how the rather mysterious looking Mrs. Webb would predict his fate.

"What do I need to do, Mrs. Webb?"

"Just pass me your hand."

Mrs. Webb gestured for Peter to pass his hand to him.

Peter hesitated and handed his left hand into her hands, he couldn't see Mrs. Webber's expression under her sunglasses, only that the other party's expression became serious for a few moments the moment he touched his left hand.

Strange ...

She said in a slightly vicarious tone, "Strange, I can't see the end of life or death, it's as if you're swimming outside the currents of destiny and time, not subject to any constraints."

Her expression then became confused, holding Peter's hand with increasing strength, and her expression became a bit grim, the veins on her hand blossoming in strips.

Peter maintained a half-crouching stance, standing in front of Mrs. Webb, his own face reflected in the other woman's sunglasses.

The dark lenses of the sunglasses, as if a swirling mass, to pull his consciousness into watching himself in the sunglasses.

Peter only felt a dizzy consciousness in front of his eyes for a moment of trance, the space in front of him changed the hustle and bustle of the hospital corridors, people disappeared, replaced by a sprawling space in front of his eyes is the dim sky, burning ruins.

The city was reduced to rubble and smoke obscured the entire space.

The Statue of Liberty, the most famous building in New York City, had collapsed, leaving only the pedestal there in flames.

As far as the eye could see, it was all dilapidated and dead.

"Boom!"

The ground burst as if it had been attacked by a rocket launcher, and the sonic booms generated by the air sound waves stimulated his eardrums.

A higher ground was splattered with countless dust, producing a slight vibration.

After the smoke and dust cleared, a familiar figure appeared in his line of sight.

The one who landed on the ground seemed to be his more mature self?

No, perhaps a more mature Peter Parker would be a more appropriate description. No, perhaps a more mature Peter Parker would be a more appropriate description.

Covered in a black uniform with a few white stripes on his chest, he was filled with a murderous aura. Not wearing a helmet himself, stooped down and picked up a familiar glove from the rubble, looking at the shape is undoubtedly the Infinity Gauntlet.

The Infinity Glove, covered in dust and mud, was thus picked up by him from a piece of debris. Gazing at the Infinity Glove, he slowly put it on his right hand. The moment he put on the Infinity Glove, countless hissing sounds resounded around him.

Countless aliens poured out from the ruins of the city.

Aliens of various shapes and forms, spreading a bizarre aura, converged on him from all directions.

From afar, the mountains of creatures surged towards him, forming countless black oceanic tributaries. A warring and frightening aura, like a dark cloud over the city, obscured the entire solidified city.

...

The next moment.

The image quickly disappeared in front of Peter's eyes, fading away like a tidal wave.

The city that had become post-apocalyptic and the alien hordes disappeared and reappeared in sight as the corridors of the hospital. The clamor of human voices re-entered his ears.

Peter jerked away from the illusion of the city's ruins.

Ms. Webber, who had been holding his hand, let go of it with a thud and leaned back against the back of her wheelchair, breathing heavily.

As if she was reacquainting herself with Peter, she surveyed the Peter in front of her with shock.

"That's ... That's ....."

Mrs. Webb tried to speak, but soon coughed violently.

"Cough, cough, cough ..... How .... How is it possible that you ...."

She took off her sunglasses, and her cloudy eyes were all disbelief and shock

"It doesn't look like I have a good future ahead of me, what did Mrs. Webb see?"

Peter, who was standing in front of her, was also a little surprised by what he saw, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and pretended that he hadn't seen anything.

"You ... have a monster living inside you, Peter."

Mrs. Webb, her expression no longer as subdued as before, rubbed her chest and said to Peter.

"I see the wreckage of doom and hear the footsteps of approaching death, you ..... You are the hand of death!"