72 Chapter 72: Something's Wrong with Gwen

"So that makes sense to some extent, but humans should be different from birds."

Gwen hesitated for a moment and said, "But this society is indeed very complicated, so much so that sometimes even I can't distinguish."

She thought for a moment and said to Peter, "Take, for example, Josh, who was killed by Frank and wrapped in a spider's nest before. Undoubtedly, he was a bad person, as many people believe, as you and I both know."

"But at the memorial service, I saw his neighbors and friends all thought he was a good person."

"His parents said that after deciding to graduate from college, he planned to play professional football and intended to major in English in college. He enjoyed writing poetry, and six months before his death, a poem he wrote was published in the famous 'Love and Leave' magazine."

"Um, although I doubt he could get into college, I have to say, he had ideals and seemed to have his life planned out."

Gwen recounted these things she heard from others at the memorial service. Although some were unbelievable, they shouldn't be fabricated.

Gwen's eyes revealed confusion, "But in school, he bullied classmates shamelessly, and even fought you, sometimes I wanted to punch him in the face, so would he be a good person?"

"If it's a superhero, unable to distinguish between justice and evil, good and bad, it might lead to serious consequences."

Gwen's mood was now a bit down.

Thinking about fighting in the future as Spider-Woman, if unable to discern right from wrong, what should she do?

Would she end up doing something she would regret terribly?!

"I think what you said makes sense, Peter."

Gwen looked up, her eyes burning as she said to Peter, "I need to understand more about the cruelty of this society, otherwise, I won't know what's wrong and what's right."

"How would you come to understand the cruelty of society?"

Peter became interested in what Gwen said.

"I don't know yet, maybe you can do it, Peter."

Gwen suddenly felt confident in Peter.

"Aren't you good at talking about cruel things in a casual tone? Maybe you can try to shock me a bit."

Gwen underestimated herself, wanting Peter to show her the cruelty of society.

Although this idea should be terrible, Gwen still liked to hear Peter say cruel and gloomy things like "the universe is a huge graveyard, and we will all eventually die."

"Probably not."

After some thought, Peter ultimately did not say cruel words to Gwen.

He casually responded to Gwen, "I am Spider-Man, does that count for you?"

"Um"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, staring at Peter's serious gaze, suddenly feeling uneasy.

Could what Peter said be true?! Being stared at by Peter like this, she suddenly felt apprehensive.

"No, it doesn't."

Gwen immediately dismissed this impossible thought from her mind; she didn't believe Peter's words.

Besides, if Peter were Spider-Man, it would be a blow to herself.

Because the joy of her secret not being revealed would be gone.

After clearing her throat, Gwen pretended to be serious and said, "Because I am also Spider-Man, we're even."

In the classroom, Peter sat at his desk, flipping through his textbooks.

At the same time, he pondered over yesterday's events.

The new biology teacher, similar to Frank in some ways.

Does she also have a "beast" parasitizing her body?!

He lifted his gaze to the sunlight outside, sinking into thought.

Or perhaps she is also a member of the Hand?

After Frank's death, he "cleansed" the Hand in New York, but there was still no significant discovery.

This mysterious organization either hid very well or simply had little influence in New York.

According to information from Matt, the Hand originated from the feudal era of Japan several centuries ago.

Some oppressed commoners fled to the Iga and Kōga regions, where they secretly practiced their skills, possibly influenced by Sun Tzu's Art of War, eventually developing ninjutsu.

Over the next 100 years, these people continued to learn and train.

Most of their members were proficient in hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship, disguise, escape, medicine, and explosives, as well as having exceptional willpower, endurance, and combat abilities surpassing ordinary people.

They were also experts in espionage and assassination, often providing their professional services to warlords or the wealthy.

They even possessed powerful magical techniques that could resurrect the dead.

In 1588, Nobukatsu Ōkōchi began leading the Hand and developed it into an infamous Japanese ninja assassin group.

The "beast" they worshipped, parasitized within them, could gain immense power; the "beast" Frank was parasitized by was a mutated spider.

Peter shifted his gaze away from the sunlight, closing his textbook.

Helen was most likely also a member of the Hand.

The reason she approached him was probably sensing the same aura from him and considering him one of her kind.

This should be related to him absorbing Frank.

But unfortunately, the entity inside him was not a "beast" but something called "Xenomorph."

Although both aimed to reproduce, the entity inside him was more inclined toward killing than mere physiological impulses.

At this moment, his body didn't feel as peculiar as before.

That surge of physiological impulses towards the opposite sex had also diminished significantly.

It seemed that only when he came into contact with this woman did the embryo of the Xenomorph inside him react strangely.

"Ding-ling-ling!"

The ringing school bell interrupted his thoughts.

He was about to pull out his textbook, but suddenly realized: where was the thing in the school that made him feel wrong?

It was a familiar smell.

Similar to the scent emanating from Frank but with a strange fragrance.

It looked like a hormonal scent, more like the smell of volatile oils.

He looked around, noticing that everyone in the class seemed a bit off.

Each person seemed to be unnaturally energetic.

Even though class had started, these people's movements hadn't stopped, still noisy and boisterous.

"What is this? Something that affects everyone?"

He looked towards Gwen and noticed she also seemed a bit off.

With a flushed face, Gwen kept squirming in her seat, as if desperately trying to endure something.

After hesitating, he stood up and walked towards Gwen.

"Are you okay, Gwen?"

He asked Gwen softly.

Gwen looked up, suddenly grabbing his hand, her body trembling slightly as she looked at him.

"Peter, I... I seem to be not doing too well."