Chapter 57

Although he still didn't know the real name of the Wandering Spirit, Peter believed that they would definitely become good friends. He wondered where he got such confidence. Ymir had a stern face, and at this point, he had no choice but to admit it.

"How did you recognize me?"

Peter rubbed his hands cheerfully and seemed ready to take a photo of Ymir with his camera: "I heard your voice, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect it to really be you, Mr. Wandering Spirit. By the way, how should I address you?"

"......" Are you a dog? Even dogs don't have such sensitive hearing.

Maybe he is, but a puppy wouldn't expose its own identity.

"Ymir Longinus." Under Peter's relentless gaze, Ymir could only grit his teeth and say his name. Then he turned and plunged into the crowd, occasionally glancing back at Peter with a look of unease, as if trying to avoid a plague.

He should have known. Superheroes like these have a hidden attribute: they attract trouble. Staying with Spider-Man might lead to a terrorist attack at any time.

Ymir didn't want to take the risk. He felt he should advise his sister to leave as soon as possible. Cledia was right; staying longer would definitely bring trouble.

However, Peter's interest in Ymir didn't wane. No matter where Ymir went, Peter would soon appear nearby. Just as Ymir was looking for a suitable corner to do some dirty work, Peter finally approached him.

"Let's get acquainted. I'm Peter Parker, currently studying at New York University. I also work part-time as a photographer for the Daily Bugle when I have free time." Peter raised his camera, posed, and proved that what he said was true.

Perhaps Peter also inherited the stickiness of spider silk. Ymir sighed and grunted, indicating that he was listening.

"We agreed to go find Dr. Connors together, right? You're not going to back out, are you?" Peter looked at Ymir with great anticipation.

"Hmm." Another nasal grunt answered Peter's question.

Ymir had no good place to check his body, and most importantly, he found this world strange. The knowledge he gained from movies in his previous life was far from enough.

Going to find Dr. Connors now seemed to be the best option for him.

Seeing that Ymir had no intention of backing out, Peter was delighted. He lowered his voice and asked, "You know, there's something wrong with my spider powers. They sometimes suddenly fail. I want to go to Dr. Connors for a check-up; he's an expert in biology. By the way, Ymir, are you also going to Dr. Connors for the same reason?"

"Are your powers innate or acquired? I've heard of mutants, but they seem to have disappeared after the war."

Ymir scratched his head; he hadn't really thought about this question.

His Wandering Spirit powers, whether innate or acquired, seemed to fit both but also didn't quite fit. He muttered, "My powers probably belong to the afterlife..."

Unfortunately, Ymir couldn't find a test subject to die twice at the same time. In this world, no, even in his previous life, only dead people were known. No one knew what would happen if the same person died twice.

After people die in this world, they enter heaven or hell based on their deeds in life. Ymir believed this legend, at least he had already seen demons from hell, like Mephisto.

In his previous life, according to myths, people would enter the underworld or be reincarnated after death. Whether this was true or not was hard to say.

From Ymir's perspective, his situation was clearly different from reincarnation, more like a穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which can be translated as "穿越" in English, but in this context, it means "time travel" or "穿越" in the sense of a person from one world or time period being transported to another).

"Parker! You're here!" Before Peter could respond, his boss, Jameson, had already squeezed over, speaking quickly: "What are you talking about? Mutants? Well, Brand Corporation has definitely made significant breakthroughs in genetic mutation research. Come with me, Mr. Herbert Landon has already arrived, and his speech is about to start!"

Compared to Herbert Landon, Peter clearly wanted to continue talking with Ymir, but Jameson, like a bandit, dragged him away from Ymir.

"I've heard a lot of news, Parker. Do you think Mr. Landon will bring a few mutants to display at this speech? They're probably stinky and dirty. I don't want to live under the same roof as these monsters."

Ymir wasn't sure if Jameson was referring to Beast from the X-Men or specifically to Wolverine.

Peter, being dragged by Jameson, was somewhat angry: "Boss, maybe you're misunderstanding. I'm surprised you would think that."

Jameson said confidently, "Isn't that the case? You're not a mutant enthusiast, are you!"

Probably not, Ymir thought. The dirty and stinky mutants Jameson mentioned were likely not referring to his type. Besides, his powers didn't come from genetic mutation. As for Peter, his spider powers might have some connection to biology and genetics, which is why Peter was dissatisfied with Jameson's comments.

Peter struggled but was still dragged by his boss Jameson towards the podium. Jameson, with his journalistic intuition, swore that Herbert Landon's speech would bring him a big scoop.

He had barely managed to secure the exclusive interview rights for the opening gala of the new technology center from the Hardy family. Jameson wasn't there to chat; work was important!

Ymir was deeply impressed by Mr. Jameson's dedication to his job. He sighed, took three different kinds of pastries from a waitress's tray, and enjoyed them happily.

Herbert arrived, and Quentin naturally had to take Cledia to meet his father. There was no time to tangle with Ymir, the poor student.

Having dealt with Quentin and摆脱 (摆脱 means "摆脱" in Chinese, which can be translated as "摆脱" in English, but in this context, it means "gotten rid of") Peter, Ymir felt that his beautiful night was just beginning.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening! The New York New Technology Exhibition Center is honored to introduce the evening's main guest—Mr. Herbert Landon from Brand Corporation. He is an expert in genetic science, the chairman of Brand Corporation, an excellent scientist, and a successful businessman. Let's welcome his speech!"

Ymir, eating his snacks, could quietly observe this Western gala, which was quite interesting. He was curious about Herbert, a commoner who had the courage to study mutants. After all, among mutants, there were not only moderates like Professor X but also formidable figures like Magneto!