Chapter 105: Speculation on the Origin of the Alien Within Peter

Dakuron Star, Goxebran.

"Crunch!"

Stepping on the shattered rocks beneath her feet, Vanessa gazed at the unfamiliar spaceship before her. The avant-garde design of the ship seemed utterly foreign to her.

Living on Dakuron Star, she had never encountered such a shocking presence before. The desolate landscape was covered in yellow sand, under the scorching heat of the two suns overhead, with a pervasive sensation of steam engulfing all living beings on the ground. All the blood rivers of Dakuron Star had dried up, and countless members of her tribe had perished, with those who hadn't gasping for their last breath.

She had witnessed countless members of her tribe meet their end, some defiant until the last moment. Driven by a strong will to survive, she desperately sought every means to stay alive. The unidentified airborne fortress before her now offered a glimmer of hope. Though her strength was waning, she could still fly.

"I hope I still have enough strength to take flight."

Growing wings on her back, Vanessa soared towards the airborne fortress. The Dakuron tribe possessed the ability to conceal themselves, though her weakened powers meant her invisibility wouldn't last long. Nevertheless, she utilized her stealth ability to infiltrate the interior.

Everything inside the "airborne fortress" was unfamiliar to her, filled with advanced technology and a eerie atmosphere. She had anticipated encountering other beings, but after cautiously walking for several minutes, she found no traces of life. It wasn't until she entered a room that she discovered bodies lying in transparent pods.

Several bodies lay within the transparent pods, their chests torn open, blood splattered on the glass. Though the sight of these gruesome wounds was horrifying, Vanessa, on the brink of death from starvation, could no longer resist. She extended her tongue to lick the blood on the glass.

After licking the blood, her strength returned slightly, temporarily pulling her back from the brink of death. With renewed vigor, she began investigating what had transpired on this strange spaceship. Eventually, in the room housing specimens of animals and plants, she found traces of broken glass cabinets, indicating that some specimens had been released.

Realizing the danger, she immediately became aware that she was not alone on the ship. Moreover, these creatures could completely conceal their presence.

Aware of this, her alertness heightened to the maximum. Meanwhile, the ship began to move. Amidst the rumbling vibrations, the ship started to ascend into the sky.

Caught off guard, she watched helplessly as the ship departed from her own planet, heading towards a planet called "Earth." Vanessa attempted to stop the ship, but she had no idea how to operate it. In the end, she could only follow the ship's trajectory, venturing towards an unknown planet.

What's more, she knew that other beings still existed within the ship. These creatures were undoubtedly natural-born hunters, lurking in the darkness, masking their presence. She had to eliminate these creatures during the long journey, or else she might suffer the same fate as those creatures with torn chests.

"So, is this your origin, Miss Vampire?"

A journalist asked Vanessa, seated on the sofa.

Vanessa was now in the reception hall of her own castle. Although she insisted on not publicizing herself in the media, she had agreed to the interview under the arrangement of her butler. According to Collins, it was to protect her title before some cross-dresser stole the limelight. Though conflicted, she eventually agreed.

"Yes, it's a world of blood as exquisite as wine, filled with terrifying beasts and other beings," Vanessa said, elegantly sipping her coffee.

The journalist nodded. "A vampire from another world, what a fantastic gimmick! But can you continue about the ship that brought you? Did you manage to deal with the monsters on board?"

"Of course," Vanessa replied, tasting her coffee. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have survived to tell you my legendary story. I disposed of all the creatures on that ship. I'm certain none of them escaped and made it to Earth."

"What about the ship? Was it a product of our Earth? Where did it land?"

Vanessa set down her coffee cup and shook her head. "I'm sorry, it's completely destroyed. It might have come from another world, just like me."

"I see."

The journalist didn't press further, though she suspected Vanessa was simply rambling.

"Now, for the next question, Miss Vampire, why are you wearing this outfit?" she asked, voicing everyone's curiosity.

"Why not?" Vanessa didn't give a direct answer, instead giving the journalist a seductive smile, captivating her even though they were both women.

Coughing, the journalist shook off her strange thoughts and continued, "What's your relationship with that Spider-Man? Do you know each other?"

"No, we've only briefly met, but I admit he's quite special."

"Are you single?"

"Yes."

"Damn it!"

Hunter Kevin angrily threw the newspaper aside.

He had worked hard to create a spectacle, only to have it stolen by this shameless woman.

"Night Stalker. A hunter who battled the monsters of Hell Swamp, yet he's shamelessly boastful!"

Originally, he was about to publicly broadcast his hunting process on Bear Mountain, but now this woman had stolen all his thunder.

Newspapers and television stations, all the media, were reporting on her.

What was once his hot topic had suddenly turned him into an unnoticed bystander.

Kraven gritted his teeth. "These Americans are really superficial!"

"Just like the plan I proposed before," his agent, wearing sunglasses, said to him. "Sex and violence are primal instincts, you represent the violence, while this so-called 'Vampire' woman represents the 'sex.' Among male audiences, she has the advantage over you, Kraven."

Kraven didn't accept his agent's advice.

He shook his head and grabbed the newspaper from the table, tearing it to shreds.

"No, the better way is for me to challenge her. She claims to be a vampire, right? Well, vampires are also my hunting targets!"

Meanwhile,

Parker Residence.

"What did Mr. Depalma say?" Aunt May asked Ben.

Ben had just finished talking to Mr. Depalma, the math teacher at school.

"He said Peter is every teacher's dream student. There's no issue with Peter's knowledge in natural sciences, his creativity, or his attitude towards learning."

Ben relayed the teacher's evaluation of Peter. "But he thinks Peter has been somewhat distracted in his studies recently."

"Distracted?" Aunt May raised an eyebrow.

Ben nodded. "Or rather, a bit absent-minded. Although it hasn't affected his academics yet, it might affect his university applications in the future."

"Senioritis?" Aunt May pondered. "Didn't the teacher say Peter could apply to any university? Maybe that's made him slack off a bit, which isn't a good habit, Ben."

"Maybe, but Peter has his life. Perhaps we shouldn't put too much pressure on him."

Ben offered his suggestion.

"But teenagers are always influenced by all sorts of mess," Aunt May picked up the newspaper Ben had ordered.

The picture of a half-naked woman on it caught her displeasure.

Frowning, Aunt May said to Ben, "Look at the recent news. This kind of woman is openly appearing, which is not a good social trend."

As Aunt May was speaking, Peter came down from upstairs.

"Hey, Aunt May, Ben."

"Peter, your math teacher called," Aunt May told him.

Peter paused for a moment upon hearing Aunt May's words, then said, "I bet he was talking trash about me."

Although he was quite low-key in class, this math teacher seemed to monitor him often after discovering his math talents, always bothering him for no reason.

To be honest, he wasn't very interested in being a straight-A student.

The reason why his identity as a straight-A student hadn't been exposed was that he had integrated the memories of his previous life, plus he had attended university in his previous life, so he hadn't returned all the knowledge to the teacher yet.

"No, you're wrong, Peter," Aunt May said seriously. "Mr. Depalma thinks you're one of his best students."

"I'm honored."

"But you've been a bit distracted lately."

"Maybe too much has happened recently."

As Peter spoke, he picked up the newspaper next to Aunt May.

The interview with the vampire caught his attention.

Seeing the description of bodies with torn chests inside the ship, Peter fell into thought.

Why did it feel like the ship described by the vampire was similar to one from Oscorp?

Could it be that this ship intruded into this universe, bringing the xenomorphs?

Putting down the newspaper, he touched his chest, feeling the heartbeat of the embryo within.

He had always thought that the xenomorph embryo inside him had crossed over with his soul.

But now it seemed not to be the case.

Could it be that in this universe, the xenomorph Peter Parker appeared first, and then, afterwards, his soul crossed over into the original host?

He remembered that the host lost his memory of being impregnated by the facehugger.

The original Peter Parker lost his memory of being impregnated by the facehugger, leading him to mistakenly believe that the embryo inside him had come with him.

It seemed like he needed to find this vampire and ask her what had happened at the time.

If that ship still existed, there might be unexpected discoveries.

On the other side,

Aunt May watched as Peter stared at the vampire's seductive figure in the newspaper, then glanced at her husband and shrugged.

"See, Peter's also been attracted. That's not a good sign."