Chapter 67

Spider-Man was momentarily stunned by Ymir's long, uninterrupted string of refusals, not knowing what to say. After a long while, he finally spoke somewhat disheveled, "No, I just wanted to confirm with you that we are going to find Dr. Connors together this weekend, right?"

Ymir nodded and waved, "I'll remember to wear your mask; I don't want to be surrounded like a rock star."

"I also have something I want to ask Dr. Connors about." Spider-Man slowly figured out Ymir's personality. If he didn't offer something good, it would be hard to motivate Ymir.

"Really, what is it?" Ymir raised an eyebrow and saw Spider-Man take out a photo from his belt.

"Such an interesting footprint," he said meaningfully, examining the three-toed footprint in the photo, which was large and deep, definitely not left by a human.

Spider-Man explained, "It clearly belongs to a scaly reptile, but the depth of the footprint is a bit off. Look at the heel, it's clearly deeper in the mud than the front claws."

The sound of police sirens was already coming from downstairs. The blind and powerless demon Jason had no strength to escape. Ymir floated out of the window, "Where did you take this photo?"

"Hey, how did you do that?" Spider-Man touched the closed window, more curious about how Ymir managed to "pass through" the window without breaking the glass.

He had to open the window first, then crawl down the wall: "In the sewer, I found this thing while exploring the sewers on my way to your place."

"What's wrong with the photo?" Ymir wanted to know how much Spider-Man knew about Dr. Lizard.

Spider-Man said, "Of course, look at how deep the heel is in the mud, which means the weight here must be very heavy."

Ymir casually made up, "Maybe it's just very fat?"

"It's possible, but Ymir, I think it's likely to be bipedal. Only if all the force is concentrated on the heel can it leave such a footprint."

Spider-Man asked, "Do you think it might be...?"

"Lizard man!" Ymir's eyes lit up, finally leading Spider-Man to speculate about the lizard man. Then he said, "I heard that the Daily Bugle's editor, Mr. Jameson, is offering a high reward for photos of the lizard man. I don't think you would compete with me, right?"

Ymir's eyes turned a bit green, and Spider-Man was startled by his gaze, so he laughed awkwardly, "We'll see." He inwardly lamented, "Oh no, I was planning to earn this money to surprise Aunt May, now it's all gone..."

But there was no other way. If he didn't use this big weapon, it would be hard to get Ymir to bite: "I heard that Dr. Connors and Herbert Landon are old friends and experts in the field of biological science. We might be able to start with Dr. Connors and ask what Brand Corporation is secretly researching."

"Sure enough, Spider-Man hasn't forgotten about this." Ymir stumbled, almost falling to the ground. It seemed he was really tired, even walking poorly.

Life is about gains and losses. After gaining these ghost abilities, he might have been destined to leave peace behind.

But it didn't matter. At worst, it was just a change in lifestyle. Ymir's personality was quite laid-back; otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted being reborn in the Marvel universe.

Sometimes he would think about his previous world, but without the ability to travel through time, he could try if he had the power in the future.

For now, the world seemed like a dream to Ymir. He had no intention of getting involved in the events around him, as long as no one harmed the people who were good to him.

For example, his sister Kathleen. Ymir could care less who destroyed Manhattan, but he couldn't tolerate anyone hurting a single hair on Kathleen's head.

Climbing into bed, Ymir tried to suppress the surging resentment and closed his eyes, sleeping until the sun rose.

The next few days passed quietly, almost unnoticed. Ymir deliberately avoided Father Terence's classes at Columbia University.

Although Ymir didn't know why he didn't feel any aversion to the power of light, even feeling a bit close to it, he thought it was better to stay away from religious figures after becoming a ghost.

The weekend was another peaceful day, almost making Ymir forget the adventure a few days ago. He could cuddle with his sister Kathleen, watch TV, and eat snacks.

But a knock on the door interrupted this pleasant time. Kathleen and Ymir looked at each other; they rarely revealed their address to classmates or colleagues. Who would come knocking at their door at night?

Ymir and Kathleen exchanged glances, and Ymir sighed, putting down the delicious donut and walked to the door to open it.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Peter standing there in casual clothes, politely asking, "Hello, is this Ymir's place?"

Ymir's face was listless, and he replied, "No."

He then closed the door. Kathleen, who was watching TV, heard the door close and asked, "Ymir, who was it?"

Ymir shrugged, "Water bill, electricity bill, garbage fee, or maybe insurance sales." The recent comfort had dulled his curiosity, and he now regretted why he had suddenly agreed to go with Peter to see Dr. Connors for a check-up.

This life was also good. Kathleen had a job, and Ymir's classes at school were almost over.

He could choose to intern at a large company or conduct deeper research with his mentor, but the project stipend was guaranteed. He wouldn't starve without the thousand dollars from the Daily Bugle's reward for photographing the lizard man.

Kathleen was surprised. She looked at Ymir's face and then stood up to reopen the door. Peter, who had been locked out, also found it strange. How could Ymir change so much in just a few days?

"Hello, I'm here to see Ymir." Peter walked in and saw Ymir looking at him with a sinister gaze. He instinctively checked his outfit, but there was nothing wrong; he hadn't exposed his Spider-Man suit. Peter didn't know what he had done wrong.