Ch 122: Okay,now it's going to be fun

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"But the government has an investigation report on werewolves. Don't you think that's strange? They shouldn't believe this stuff," Antonia Aguilar remarked as she drove.

"Alright," she continued, glancing at her friend Gloria, "listen to me before you argue."

"The report claims that werewolves originated from an ancient wolf demon. This demon created the werewolf race, and they fought other supernatural beings. Some of these beings enslaved early humans, but by 20,000 BC, most were either wiped out or forced into hiding. Because werewolves can take human form, anyone they scratch or bite also becomes a werewolf."

After a brief pause, Antonia added:

"The werewolf population grew quickly. They became strong enough to challenge human society. But in 18,000 BC, a major catastrophe hit Earth, wiping out most werewolves. The survivors hid among humans in their human forms."

Gloria, who had been listening intently, suddenly heard her phone ring. She picked it up.

"Hi, Mom. Where am I? I'm watching TV at Antonia's house. I'll be home later. Of course, I'll stay safe. Love you too, Mom."

After hanging up, she turned back to Antonia. "Where were you?"

"I was talking about the ancient catastrophe. Are you sure you still want to go? Your mom sounds pretty worried."

Gloria smirked. "You're the one who got me into this. We can't quit halfway. Go on."

Antonia sighed, focusing on the road. "Alright, the report also divides werewolves into two main types.

"First, there are natural-born werewolves. They're powerful, highly intelligent, and can transform at will. They often use their human forms to deceive people, making it nearly impossible for ordinary humans to recognize them. Many innocent people have fallen victim to their disguises."

Gloria nodded, her expression growing serious. "That's terrifying. First Spider-Man, then vampires, and now werewolves. What's the other type?"

"The second type is cursed werewolves," Antonia explained. "These people become werewolves after being bitten or scratched. They lose their minds on moonlit nights, becoming savage killers. By day, they return to human form.

"Unless someone lifts the curse, they'll remain trapped in a cycle of bloodshed."

"That's disturbing," Gloria muttered, visibly shaken. "It feels like the government's been covering up the existence of these creatures."

"Anything else in the report?"

Antonia smirked at Gloria's curiosity. "Plenty. During World War II, scientists experimented on supernatural creatures. There's even a theory that Captain America's Howling Commandos included werewolves."

"Captain America?" Gloria's eyes widened. "Isn't he your favorite superhero?"

"Was," Antonia corrected, smirking. "I've moved on to Spider-Man."

Gloria chuckled nervously. "It's like marriage. I fell for Captain America first, but, well... I had a change of heart."

"Terrible metaphor," Antonia shot back, shaking her head.

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Meanwhile, in the jungle, the brutal battle between the alien Queen and the werewolf had come to an end.

When Peter and Helen arrived, the werewolf lay motionless on the ground, blood pooling beneath him.

The Queen, victorious, emerged from the shadows. Her ferocious aura shifted to one of satisfaction as she approached Peter, nuzzling his chest affectionately, as if showing off her achievement.

Peter reached out to pat her head, a small smile forming under his mask.

Helen, standing nearby, crossed her arms and muttered jealously, "Looks like she's picked you as her master. I'm just an outsider now."

Peter ignored the comment, focusing instead on the bio-signals transmitted by the Queen. The alien had an uncanny ability to detect every movement in the forest, establishing a deep mental connection with him.

Peter glanced at the battered werewolf, whose body was slowly reverting to its human form—a naked, mud-covered man, his pale skin stained with blood.

"He's still alive?" Helen asked, her tone laced with disgust.

"Barely," Peter replied, crouching next to the man. "His heart must've stopped for a moment, so the Queen assumed he was dead. But his healing ability is remarkable."

Helen frowned, stepping back. "Why are you even bothering with him? He's dangerous."

Peter didn't answer. Instead, he stood, his attention suddenly drawn to the darkness beyond the trees.

The Queen growled lowly, her posture tense.

"Come out," Peter called into the shadows. "There's no point in hiding."

To Helen's surprise, a tall, voluptuous woman in a revealing bikini uniform emerged, exuding confidence.

Helen's face immediately twisted into a scowl. "Her," she muttered under her breath, her jealousy flaring.

The woman was none other than the Vampire Princess.

The Queen stepped protectively in front of Peter, baring her fangs and letting out a guttural hiss.

Peter recognized the woman instantly. During their last encounter, she'd hinted at knowing more about the aliens than she let on.

The Vampire Princess, on the other hand, was visibly shaken. She had fought aliens like the Queen before and knew their terrifying potential. But now, seeing one act so docile around Spider-Man, she was filled with unease.

"Spider-Man," she said, her gaze locked on Peter. "What have you done to tame that creature?"

Before Peter could respond, a sharp crack echoed through the woods. Another figure stepped into view—a man in sunglasses wielding a sword.

"Blade," Helen whispered, recognizing the vampire hunter immediately.

Blade's gaze swept over the scene, lingering on the Queen and the unconscious werewolf. He regarded the alien with clear hostility, his grip tightening on his weapon.

The Vampire Princess smirked, breaking the tense silence. "Vampire hunter," she said mockingly. "Are you here to hunt me, or that thing?"

Peter sighed, sensing the situation was about to get a lot more complicated.

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