I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 136 Dinner
Late at night, the bedroom was quiet and silent. Only the faint moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, sprinkling onto the floor, casting a cold silver glow.

Parker stood in front of the mirror with his upper body naked, his eyes fixed on the mysterious mark on his chest. His expression gradually changed from confusion to determination, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He took a deep breath and picked up a small knife. The blade flashed coldly under the light. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handle tightly. He pointed the tip of the knife at his left index finger and gestured back and forth a few times, with hesitation churning in his heart.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and cut it with a little force.

The stinging pain instantly spread to his mind like an electric current. He couldn't help but frown slightly, watching a thin scratch appear on the fingertip, and bright red blood slowly seeped out and condensed into a blood bead.

Parker quickly smeared the blood on the mark on his chest, worried that the wound would heal before it was completely smeared and he would have to cut again.

The blood dyed the mark red, as if giving it life. The mark began to wriggle slightly, like a hungry creature greedily devouring the blood.

As the blood continued to seep in, the mark gradually became brighter, emitting an eerie light in the darkness.

Parker felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if a fire was burning inside him. His breathing became rapid and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At the same time, he felt a familiar and intense pain in his head, as if countless steel needles were piercing his nerves.

A series of information flooded into his mind like a flood, chaotic and disorderly, making it almost unbearable for him.

Parker clutched his hair tightly with both hands, the pain on his face was clearly visible, and he couldn't help but let out a low and suppressed roar from his throat.

In the master bedroom next door, Uncle Ben suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, his eyes quickly turned to Aunt May who was sleeping beside him. After confirming that she was not awakened, he quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Uncle Ben walked lightly to the door of Parker's bedroom, frowned slightly, and listened to the movements in the room.

There was no movement inside, but the low growl seemed to still echo in his ears, making him feel a little worried.

Uncle Ben bent his fingers and knocked on the door gently: "Parker, I think I heard you scream, are you okay?"

There was silence in the room, as if time had stood still.

After a long while, when Uncle Ben almost couldn't help but go forward to open the door himself, the door slowly opened from the inside.

Parker stuck his head out, with an embarrassed smile on his face, but his eyes couldn't hide a trace of fatigue: "Sorry, Uncle Ben, I accidentally hurt my finger just now. Did I disturb you?"

Uncle Ben looked at Parker carefully. Although he was wearing pajamas and his face seemed to be fine, there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, which made Uncle Ben feel vaguely uneasy.

But he didn't ask any more questions. He just patted Parker's shoulder and said softly, "I'm glad you're okay. Go to bed early."

Parker nodded, forced a smile, and watched Uncle Ben leave.

The door closed gently, and his smile disappeared instantly. He leaned against the door as if all his strength had been drained away. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

"Huh, I was almost discovered by Uncle Ben." He whispered to himself, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

There was still a pool of undried blood under his pajamas, but fortunately the mark on his chest had settled down and no longer sent him any messages.

"God, you are such a fool. Why can't you just pass all this knowledge to me all at once? You made me suffer so much for nothing."

Parker frowned, his heart full of resentment and helplessness.

Recalling the pain he suffered last time in the Shadow Wilderness, his body trembled involuntarily, as if the cold darkness was swallowing him up again.

He picked up the water cup on the table and drank a big sip of water eagerly. The cold liquid flowed down his throat, which slightly relieved his inner anxiety and uneasiness. Then, Parker took a deep breath, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to carefully digest the sudden increase in information in his mind.

"Acting? Digesting? So this is what it means to pursue your true self?"

There was a flash of excitement in Parker's eyes, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness. He finally knew how to move forward, but after the excitement, doubts soon emerged in his eyes.

"Then how can I play the role of a wanderer? Do I really have to experience the life of a wanderer?"

He frowned, his heart full of doubts and uneasiness. He slowly closed his eyes, fell back on the bed, and fell into deep thought.

In an ordinary house, Priest Hansen opened the refrigerator expressionlessly. The cold air instantly hit his face. He took out a large piece of frozen meat, threw it into warm water, and let it thaw slowly on its own.

During the long wait, Hansen walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and took out a chef's hat.

The hat looked a little funny, hanging crookedly on his head.

However, Hansen's expression was extremely serious, as if he had instantly become a top chef preparing for an important cooking competition.

He took a deep breath and began to prepare dinner, a salad and a delicious soup.

Of course, he didn't forget the meat.

After a while, the meat was finally thawed. Hansen carefully picked it up and cleaned it thoroughly.

His movements were slow and focused, as if he were treating a precious work of art.

Then he wiped the meat dry with a napkin, carefully smoothing out every wrinkle.

Then he put the meat into the oven, set the temperature and time, and waited quietly for the aroma to fill the entire kitchen.

Hansen stood in front of the oven, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes revealing a hint of mixed emotions.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was expecting something, or recalling something.

There was a sizzling sound coming from the oven, the meat gradually turned golden, and the air was filled with tempting aroma.

Hansen's mood gradually warmed up with the fragrance.

The meat in the oven was finally done. Hansen carefully took it out, placed it on the dining table, and poured the sauce over it.

He sat down, picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

At that moment, his eyes softened a lot, as if this simple barbecue gave him a rare comfort and satisfaction.

But soon, Hansen's face turned gloomy and he did not hide his disappointment.

"The improvement these ingredients bring to me is too small, so small that I can't even feel it. It would be great if that guy is also a mysterious person on the gourmet path, what a pity."

Hansen sighed and continued to finish the sumptuous dinner in front of him.

Along with the sound of his chewing, there was also his devilish murmur.

"I want to become stronger. No, I want to become a god. I must become a god. Then, I will be able to do it."

(End of this chapter)