The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

The scenery of the town is always quiet and quiet, backed by endless forests, and modern roads run throughout.

Complete infrastructure and a slow pace of life.

There is no rushing pace, no traffic light countdown urging people to move forward.

"If there wasn't something wrong here, I would be willing to live here for a while..."

Klein looked out the window at the stars, blowing the night wind, and felt the comfort of the small town at night.

"Huhu...huhu..." After Peter took a shower, he collapsed on the bed and snored.

"What a talent. A 15-year-old snores like a cow..."

Looking at Peter on the bed, Klein had a weird idea: "The world where Gwen became Spider-Man was 'Earth 65'. Peter in that world was an ordinary person, sensitive and fragile. Although this world is a strange comprehensive universe, But I'm never sure whether Peter will become Spider-Man..."

"This guy looks a bit handsome even if he wears glasses. Even if he becomes Spider-Man, he should be... Garfield Spider, or Dutch Spider."

When Klein looked at Peter, he didn't know that everyone in the whole building, except him, had fallen into a deep dream.

........

"Peter! Peter! You pathetic bastard who has no mother and no father!"

A sharp mocking sound came from a distance.

Peter couldn't see clearly everything around him, and a white mist filled the surroundings.

"You... who are you!"

"I'm your Uncle Ben, kid!"

The fog dissipated, and it was Uncle Ben who appeared in front of him.

"Uncle Ben! Why are you here? I remember I was on an outing..."

"Silly boy, you are sleepy...look around you!"

Peter appeared at his home. His parents, who were researchers, drove a Mercedes-Benz luxury car and parked outside the door.

They held a large box of gifts and said to Peter with a smile: "Peter! We are back!"

"Back!!" Peter was excited.

The young man ran out happily and hugged his parents.

"Okay, when you come back, Peter will neglect us again!" Aunt Mei, who has a proud figure and good looks, is making pancakes with her hands on her waist.

............

"I got admitted to MIT?" Gwen was extremely excited.

The notice in hand had the official invitation clearly written on it, and at the end were the words "Gwen Stacy" handwritten by the principal with a quill pen.

"I want to tell dad the news!"

...

Gwen didn't know why, time passed so quickly, and she couldn't remember how she went to college, while she was in a daze on campus.

A pair of hands stretched out from behind, carrying hot body temperature and a breath of hormones.

"what!"

The position of this hand was not restful, and Gwen was startled at first, but the next second she heard a familiar voice coming from her ears: "What's wrong, little Gwen?"

This is Klein's voice.

Gwen relaxed and recalled that she and Klein had been in a relationship for two years.

They carried out their own project research on campus together. With the support of Wayne Group and their efforts, they actually created a new convenient medical system and a new cancer cure drug.

"Klein!" Gwen tilted her head with a smile, and her red lips gently brushed against Klein's chin.

"You smell so good..." Klein smiled and began to draw his hands inward, unbuttoning his buttons.

"This is an on-campus park. There are classmates passing by nearby..."

"What I want is that someone passes by. I wonder if you dare to shout..."

"Hate!"

...............

Kara was sweating and tossing and turning on the bed.

In a daze, she returned to the narrow one-person shuttle. In front of her eyes were only a lonely sea of ​​stars and those strange meteorite bodies.

There was no sound as she huddled in the shuttle, flipping through the Kryptonian Secret Codex and searching for a large amount of hidden knowledge.

These "historical novel"-like documents accompanied her through the days when there was no hope.

She was dreaming in a dream, constantly falling into the whirlpool of certain illusions, as if she was drifting in the deep sea, and as if she was constantly falling into nothingness.

Her subconscious began to fight against this invisible spiritual force.

Frandy in the Elm Street Boiler Room was also holding his forehead, looking embarrassed.

"What kind of monsters are these? They are so mentally strong... and one guy is still awake... Could it be that my strength is weakening?"

.........

"You're still not here at this late hour?" Klein has been waiting for the mind controller to appear.

He subconsciously believed that this guy had limited abilities, and after controlling everyone, he would start killing physically.

But he underestimated Freddy... and also underestimated his cruelty...

"Forehead..."

A student in the far corner room continued to struggle, leaking large amounts of water from his body.

After struggling for a while, it lost its vitality.

Some students had cuts directly on their bodies and were bleeding, but they could not wake up.

"Huh?!" Klein's head hurt, and Freddy's mental power gathered into a large ball and attacked him.

This is a hundred times the mental strength of ordinary people, but it can't help Klein, but Klein doesn't feel comfortable either.

He lacks the corresponding means for such an ability.

"Shet! Shet! How can this guy have such strong mental power!" Freddy covered his forehead and cursed.

"I almost forgot about you..." Freddy looked to his side, and a sculpture-like weirdo stood beside him.

Swish!

Freddy changed his appearance and transformed into an old woman with a kind face and ordinary clothes.

Under his precise control, Jason's mind control was lifted.

Jason subconsciously slashed with the knife, but the blade stopped at Freddy's neck.

"Oh, my dear Jason, are you going to hurt mommy?" The old woman transformed by Freddy looked aggrieved.

Even Jason stopped his hand and rolled his eyes as if he was thinking about something.

"They want to bully mom too, and Jason wants to bully mom too. Does mom, an old woman, deserve to be bullied while she's alive?"

Jason took back the knife and shook his head slightly to show that he was not bullying her.

"Of course Mom knows that Jason will not hurt Mom, so can our good baby do me a favor? Help me kill the group of children who came to Elm Street. They are too noisy and Mom can't rest..."

"..." Jason gasped and then nodded.

"Yes, you are such a good baby... go ahead!"

Jason turned around and strode towards Elm Street.

Freddy also recovered his true form after he left.

"Kill those useless little guys, and keep a few of you mentally strong children. Let me build something beautiful, and then destroy it, letting you fall into the abyss of fear step by step."

"The stronger my mental power is, the more nutrients it can provide me when I fall into fear..."

While Freddy was talking, he didn't notice the strange black shadow of a fly stuck to the wall in the corner of the boiler room.

.......

"No, no, no, no!" Kara felt the spacecraft fall rapidly and land on the earth.

In panic, a hand reached out and pulled her up.

"Are you okay?" Klein's face reflected.

"No...it's okay!" Carla tried hard to adjust her language system so that her vocal cords could speak standard Earth language.

.....

Kara on the bed stopped struggling and closed her eyes with a smile.