Symbiote Ink is ecstatic, this body contains more power than he imagined, and he can feel everything Spider-Man feels.
An extremely clear world appeared before him, down to the smallest detail.
The dripping sweat of the desperate Professor Connors, the ripples on the water surface spread almost faintly, and the green moss on both sides took root and grew between the gaps. These details that are usually unnoticeable are now as precise as magnification.
Ink discovered that the body also had traces left by another symbiote.
When the symbionts leave the host, they don't simply leave the host as they found it. They leave a small part wrapped around the DNA so that they can report the host's information to the mother nest.
Such small fragments, the remaining parts, they call backup samples.
The backup sample in Peter Parker's body now is what was left when he was parasitized by the venom.
The ink is constantly eroding the venom's backup samples. Such backup samples will enhance its abilities and are as great a tonic to it as chicken soup.
It just raises questions about which symbiote is willing to leave such a perfect host.
The ink has entered Peter Parker's brain, it's going to take over here, it's going to take over this body.
Connors, who was suffering from the loss of the symbiote, saw what a horrific scene.
Spider-Man, who was originally wearing a red tights suit, had been wrapped in the sticky material of the ink symbiote and turned into a monster as black as ink. He pinched Professor Connors' lizard neck with both hands.
The burly lizard professor felt like a Coke can in his hands.
Ink wanted to use Connors's life to celebrate his new life, and smashed him to the ground. The ground could not bear the force and was blasted into depressions and cracks, and water flowed into the gaps in the gravel.
Professor Connors vomited blood and struggled hard to survive. The turbid water and sand entered his nasal cavity, and eventually he fainted due to lack of oxygen and suffocation.
The ink was ready to hit Connors, and he raised his fist, but he couldn't hit it anyway.
It was surprised to find that it had lost control of the body.
"Let me take the lead, you know absolutely nothing about Spider-Man." Peter's voice sounded, replacing the previous ink roar.
Mo Mo felt his consciousness being forcibly kicked out and oppressed in a dark corner of his mind.
He screamed in surprise: "This is impossible, you are not the native of this body, what on earth are you?!"
Peter took over the body again. He did not answer the ink's question, but looked at his current appearance.
The ink symbiote turned Spider-Man into a black monster with sharp teeth and huge muscles. He really couldn't stand it anymore.
Under Peter's adjustment, Spider-Man's body shape returned to its original standard, and his uniform had been torn and had holes. With a thought in his mind, he imagined a symbiote suit that could cover his body. When he opened his eyes again, the suit already appeared on his body.
At the same time, Ink felt that part of its power had been taken away. It was a little angry. It had always been the only one to draw power from others, but now it was being robbed in turn.
It drew circles in the corners of his mind, cursing Peter for his banditry.
Peter was still a little dissatisfied with the current pure black suit. Watching the water flowing around him turn black, he noticed that the suit was seeping with sticky substance, which smeared in the water like pitch black ink.
A brilliant idea came to his mind.
When Professor Connors woke up from the coma, he opened his eyes dimly and saw a figure wearing a long trench coat and a black round-brimmed hat, using an umbrella as a cane.
As the shadow approached, he recognized it as Spider-Man by the eyes and head.
At this time, Spider-Man is more like an English gentleman stepping out of a painting about the Victorian era, except that the painting is in black and white.
Professor Connors tentatively said: "Ink...or Spider-Man?"
Peter Parker took off his hat gracefully and said, "Professor."
Connors shook his head, suspecting that what he saw was an hallucination. He was not sure whether he was dead. It wasn't until Peter Parker slapped him that he was sure that what was in front of him was not ink but Spider-Man.
He looked at Spider-Man sadly: "I lost, and the ink chose you in the end. The symbiote made the same choice as me, a more perfect creature."
Connors still thought that his theory was correct. How ironic. He thought that the symbiote was a perfect creature and abandoned other animals. But in the end, he was abandoned by the perfect creature.
Peter said: "No, symbiotes are not perfect. If you really understand them, you will understand that their flaws are very obvious. These life forms are just a lonely population in the vast universe, and their civilization is as fragile as humans. .”
The symbiotes are a race created by the Black King Gnar, and their life and death are closely related to this sealed evil god.
The ink in his mind protested and shouted: "We are not fragile. A second-level civilization like you humans can be destroyed by our Lord with just one finger."
Peter told him to shut up. His master didn't care whether they lived or died.
Gnar has been sealed for a long time, and the symbiotes have long lost contact with the mother nest. Unless they collect enough backup samples, legend has it that whoever gets them will be able to reconnect to the Brood and talk to their god.
Mo Mo cursed and retreated into his little corner.
Connors said with a wry smile: "But it did turn me back into a human being, which is something other creatures can't do."
Peter said: "But there is a price. You cannot afford such a huge price."
The symbiote affects the host and amplifies the dark side of the heart. Even a kind-hearted hero like Peter has the idea of doing something bad after being parasitized.
An inherently evil guy like Professor Connors may not be as simple as simply amplifying the dark side, but directly being manipulated.
"The price?" Connors said sadly: "I already paid it when I wanted to repair my broken right arm."
Turning into a lizard monster was the price he had suffered. I am afraid only he knows how heavy this is.
He suddenly thought of something and said, "Is the ink symbiote in your body now? Can you master it?"
Peter knew what he was thinking and said, "This is absolutely not okay. I will not leave a guy who can destroy a city to someone who can't be trusted."
Ink protested again: "I never wanted to destroy the city, I just wanted to eat some irrelevant brains."
"That won't work either," Peter replied.
Mo Mo muttered: "They have brains but don't use them, so they might as well give me nutrition."
