#699 - Mark and the Four Subspace Peddlers

"瑞雯 (Raven), that's the kind of person I aspire to be."

Gwen hugged her knees and said to Peter in a low voice, "You are also the kind of father I wish I had, Mr. Peter."

"We would argue about the choice of being a hero. My own father always wanted me to stop being Spider-Woman."

George said to her helplessly, "Gwen, you have to trust me."

"Trust you that what is right?"

Gwen took a step back, with tears in her eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, Dad, but this is no longer your responsibility."

"I try my best not to lie, not to hide behind that mask, but how can I help others without wearing a mask? Besides more harm, what can the truth bring to people?"

Gwen closed her eyes, "It's Gwen Stacy, Gwen Stacy is the problem."

George Stacy took a step closer to his daughter with heartache, but she avoided him.

"Gwen, dear, listen, no matter what you become, no matter what abilities you have, as long as you are human, you will make mistakes."

George didn't care about his daughter's avoidance and continued, "If you can't forgive what happened to yourself, then no one else can."

Gwen looked at her father's worried and excited face, "Dad, I..."

But soon her spider-sense activated, and she suddenly pounced towards her father, "Get down, Dad!"

With a "crash", the glass shattered.

The villainous Vulture, whistling and spreading his wings, crashed through the glass and flew towards them with a尖笑 (jian xiao - sharp laugh).

The cold rain instantly flew in from the broken window.

Feeling the coolness of the rain, Gwen's thoughts were drawn from her memories.

Sitting on the roof of the barn, she looked up and found that it had started to drizzle.

"Perhaps your father is right about one thing, Gwen. You don't have to treat Peter Parker's death as your constant responsibility and obligation to move forward. You are too tired. Sometimes, maybe you should stop and rest."

Peter stood up and gave Gwen a meaningful look, "Most of the time, death is irreversible. It shouldn't be a source of pain. Death is the ultimate relaxation. Life needs a certain amount of tension to continue. It is because of death that we can realize the meaning of the living."

Listening to Peter's words and seeing the seemingly meaningful look Peter gave her, Gwen's heart began to feel uneasy.

Could Mr. Peter see her coveting the Mother Box?

She did want to use the Mother Box to resurrect Peter Parker, although it was just a momentary thought that was quickly suppressed by her reason.

That was completely wrong, so she shouldn't have such thoughts!

Although she thought so, she couldn't help but fantasize about resurrecting Peter Parker.

Looking up at the moon, which had disappeared at some point, and the dim sky with drizzling rain, Peter activated the power of Hypnos and conjured a piece of clothing, draping it over Gwen, who was slightly thin.

"Okay, it's getting late, Gwen, go back and rest early."

With that, Peter left the barn roof and walked down.

Looking at Peter's back, holding the corner of the clothes Peter draped over her, Gwen's inner emotions became a little complicated.

Her Peter Parker is dead, but she met another person named Peter Patrick. Fate has really arranged a different life for her.

A warm current flowed through her heart, and she whispered to Peter.

"Thank you, thank you,先生 (xiānsheng - Mr.)."

On the other side.

Mark fell into a nightmare.

He dreamed that he was standing in an endless field.

The roar of the combine harvester was more ear-splitting than usual.

Mark stepped barefoot on the ridges of the field, and the feeling of the wheat ears scraping against his calves was like a dull knife cutting flesh.

The golden waves of wheat were tinged with a clotted blood-like dark red, and each wheat stalk grew dense, sharp teeth.

Standing in the field, he heard strange sounds coming from the direction of the barn.

Mark walked towards the barn in confusion.

When he pushed open the barn door, the smell of rust rushed towards him.

Moonlight leaked through the dilapidated roof, weaving a spiderweb-like light and shadow in the air.

His boots stepped on the floor, making a sticky creaking sound—it wasn't hay, it was semi-coagulated blood plasma.

Turning his gaze to the inside of the barn, seeing the scene inside, Mark took a deep breath.

Inside the barn, farm tools were hung with iron chains, the tines of the harrow dripped with rotten meat, and intestines were wrapped around the handle of the hoe.

His father, Peter, was standing in front of an altar piled with flesh and blood, welding a Parademon spine to the engine of a tractor with a welding torch.

"Mark, come and give me a hand."

Peter's voice, with the sound of metal friction, said to him.

Listening to Peter's voice, Mark blankly took the welding torch, and found that his fingernails had turned into razor-like iron blades.

The welding torch sprayed not flames, but concentrated blood plasma, pouring on the combination of machinery and flesh, making a sizzling sound like roasting meat.

The next second, the diesel barrel in the center of the altar suddenly exploded, and thousands of brass beetles poured out.

The rustling brass beetles immediately came towards Mark.

They gnawed at Mark's toes, leaving wounds with every bite, and the pain made him tremble with excitement.

Just as Mark was being gnawed by the brass scarabs, the dream suddenly woke up.

"Huff! Huff!"

Mark, who woke up suddenly, gasped for breath.

Wiping the sweat from his head, his gaze looked out the window.

Outside, it was raining "淅淅淅沥沥 (xī xī lì lì lì - pitter-patter)", and the sky was gray.

Was it because he was too tired from fighting Parademons and Steppenwolf during the day?

Thinking about the dream he had just had, Mark suddenly felt a sense of unease in his heart.

Because the dream just now was too real, he began to feel uneasy and nervous.

The strange altar and patterns reminded him of a scene he saw in the Warhammer world.

Because he was constantly being teleported to different dimensions by G斯特朗 (Gè sī tè lǎng - Gestalt), Warhammer, Lord of the Rings, Resident Evil world...

Especially the Warhammer world, where Mark was beaten up as soon as he arrived, he had a deep impression of this world.

Moreover, Mark also knew that there were four Chaos Gods in the Warhammer world, namely Tzeentch, Nurgle, Khorne, and Slaanesh.

These Chaos Gods, or abstract life forms, were born in the Warp.

(The Warp: This space is a psychic realm, opposite to the macroscopic material universe, and full of energy beyond matter.)

As far as Mark knows, the negative emotions of the Warp have completely overwhelmed everything. Despair ignited hope, and Nurgle was born in decay; anger awakened madness, and Khorne was conceived in the pool of blood; wisdom was full of helplessness, and Tzeentch flashed in the psychic energy, and the Warp storm that directly destroyed humanity in the Golden Age was just a sign before the birth of Slaanesh.

Could it be that he has been corrupted by the four Chaos Gods?!

Mark couldn't help but speculate wildly.

It is said that Khorne bestows people with the desire to fight madly, but also bestows people with courage.

Mark suspects that his dream just now was a dream of the projection of his corruption by Khorne.

"No, it's impossible. My father is the Dream God. In this world, even if Khorne wants to corrupt me, he can't do it. After all, this is not the Warp, nor is it the Warhammer world."

Mark said to himself, trying to give himself some confidence.

But he soon thought of what G斯特朗 (Gè sī tè lǎng - Gestalt) said, those Invincible 少侠 (shàoxiá - Young Heroes) in parallel universes.

The selves in parallel universes have all become villains without exception.

And they are the kind of bloodthirsty bastards without any empathy.

Could it be that these selves in parallel universes have all been corrupted by Khorne, one of the four Chaos Gods?

Mark immediately thought of this terrifying possibility.

He suddenly thought of his previous act of beating G斯特朗 (Gè sī tè lǎng - Gestalt) to death.

He often broke out with extreme anger in battle to protect others. If he gradually indulged in the sense of domination brought by violence, or rationalized indiscriminate killing in the name of justice, it seems not impossible for Khorne of the Warhammer world to extend a hand of corruption to himself.

Mark's face suddenly became full of sorrow.

Should he tell his father about this?

If he is really corrupted by Khorne, will he become the kind of villainous Mark in parallel universes who indiscriminately kills innocent people?

Mark took a deep breath and fell into deep worry.

The next day, morning.

Peter didn't know that Mark had fallen into the troubles of Khorne. He was watching TV.

The TV program was reporting the news of the biochemical attack on Smallville.

The invasion of the Parademon army, under the cover of the government, became a biochemical attack.

"So, Steppenwolf was defeated just like that?"

Mera still had a feeling of unreality.

"For now, yes."

Peter turned his gaze to her, "Although Darkseid behind him will definitely not let it go."

Gwen sat next to Peter, dealing with the Chinese roast chicken on her plate, raised her head and glanced at 阿祖 (Ā zǔ - A Zu), Clark, and the absent-minded Mark, and said, "I believe that even if that guy comes, he won't get any advantage, Mr. Peter."

"Maybe."

Peter said noncommittally.

Gwen put down the food in her hand and said to Peter with a slightly proud expression, "Don't worry, I know a lot of Spider-Men. There's a Spider-Man from Mumbai, India, and a Punk Spider-Man. His name is Hobart Brown. He's a runaway teenager who was bitten by a radioactive spider produced by toxic waste and eventually knocked over the villain Osborne with a guitar."

"There's also 章帕克 (Zhāng Pàkè - Zhang Parker), he's a very cool guy, although this guy doesn't look like a good Spider-Man, but in the end we defeated the Inheritors family together, especially the guy in the family named Morlun..."