thefictionvixens Chapter 1 The Witcher Who Walked Out of the Asylum
Chapter 1 The Witcher Who Walked Out of the Asylum
Today, they prepared flowers, a cake, and colorful balloons all over the house for me.
It wasn't to celebrate my birthday.
It's not to celebrate my time travel.
It's because I was discharged from the hospital.
Queens, New York.
Number 13 Black Street.
As soon as Mark stepped into the room, Ben Parker's confetti cannon instantly sprayed a shower of confetti.
"Good boy, welcome home."
Looking at Mark returning home, Ben Parker and May smiled lovingly and gave Mark big hugs one after another.
Behind them, young Peter Parker held a cake in one hand.
The colorful candles on the cake have been lit.
Ben Parker and May sang a beautiful blessing song softly beside them.
Before long, the singing stopped abruptly.
Peter Parker looked expectant and gently reminded the dazed Mark.
"Mark, you can make a wish on the candle now."
Mark thought for a moment, then stiffly clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and made a wish.
I hope the spider that bit me last night gets what it deserves.
Then, he opened his eyes and blew out the candles amidst the expectant gazes of everyone.
He didn't say a word throughout the entire process.
Having only been in this world for a few days, he was still not used to his new identity.
Mark Parker, the biological son of Ben Parker and May, and Peter Parker's good-for-nothing cousin.
He was admitted to a mental hospital three years ago due to an accident.
Because of Mark's time travel, Mark Parker's condition improved.
But his discharge application still failed.
He was able to be discharged smoothly because the mental hospital where he was staying... exploded.
Yes, the mental hospital has been attacked by the Green Demon, and the patients need to be relocated.
So Mark was temporarily sent back home.
As for patients who cannot contact their families... they have already lost contact with their families.
Upon receiving the news, Ben Parker immediately picked Mark up and took him home that very night.
A simple welcoming ceremony was also prepared for this purpose.
Seeing that Mark remained silent after blowing out the candles, Ben Parker and May exchanged a worried glance.
The two quickly suppressed these feelings.
They forced smiles and clapped and laughed.
"Oh, my good child, you are wonderful."
"You are very strong, the bravest child in my Parker family."
The two tried their best to comfort Mark, as if they were encouraging a three-year-old child.
They were worried that Mark's condition had worsened due to the terrorist attack.
But Mark noticed Peter Parker's empty right sleeve.
Three years ago, an accident caused Peter Parker to lose his right forearm.
Mark Parker was also terrified on the spot.
The unexpected culprit was also a green demon.
But it's not the same Green Devil who attacked the mental hospital.
That's why Peter Parker hates green.
Mark Parker too.
Before long, the celebration party ended in an awkward atmosphere.
Ben Parker and May had to rush to their night shift.
They had more than one job to pay for the mental hospital.
Mark's memory of Ben Parker and May... was actually much younger.
As for Peter Parker, he moved out of the only spare bedroom.
He decided to sleep on the sofa from now on.
Mark did not refuse Peter Parker's offer.
"Thank you, Peter," he finally said.
It's probably because the language system has just finished loading.
At the doorway, Peter Parker paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.
His smile carried a hint of guilt.
"Actually, it happened three years ago..."
He spoke in a low voice, but before he could finish, Mark closed the door.
Seeing this, Peter Parker felt even more guilty.
Still haven't forgiven me?
"Click click..."
Suddenly, a sharp, scraping sound came from outside the window.
Peter Parker glanced sideways and saw the huge green tail flash past the window eaves.
His expression changed, and he rushed to the windowsill.
He didn't stick his head out, but whispered to the air outside:
What are you doing here?
"Phew~"
A gentle breeze carried withered yellow leaves past his eyes, and a deep voice, like a devil's whisper, sounded in Peter Parker's ear.
"Peter, you should think this through. Only by cooperating with me will your family be safe."
His tone was full of threat and confidence.
Peter Parker clenched his fists angrily; he had already refused countless times.
"So, you were the one who attacked the mental hospital." He gritted his teeth.
"Me? Cough cough... Yes, I did it. You know how dangerous I am."
The demon continued to whisper, "So Peter, you could lose loved ones at any moment—one, two, and... your last loved one."
"Please, don't hurt my family. I'll think it over." Peter Parker struggled to control himself, the veins on his neck bulging.
"Hehehe, Peter, you don't have much time to think. I'm only giving you three days."
If the answer doesn't satisfy me, the first person you'll lose is your brother.
Then, the demonic language paused slightly, as if it had remembered something.
"It's time for me to go to sleep. I look forward to your answer next time, after all, you and I... also need a new arm."
The evil laughter dissipated on the wind, and Peter Parker could imagine the hideous and cruel look on the devil's face.
As the sun set, its afterglow shone on his face.
Peter Parker slowly raised his hand.
Even as the sunlight grew dimmer, he would still want to reach out and grasp the last glimmer of light.
Family is the only light in a dark world.
He doesn't need a new arm.
What he needs is light.
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at the same time.
The door to the second bedroom was ajar, and Mark caught a glimpse of the green scales reflecting light on the balcony through the crack.
He heard it all.
"Damn it, am I the only cousin in New York City? Why are they only chasing after me to kill?"
He gently closed the door, his face grim as he leaned against the wall.
That green guy chased him all the way from the mental hospital; it seems he's determined to kill him.
Peter Parker's answer is crucial.
But as anyone who has been Spider-Man knows, Spider-Man cannot protect any of his family members.
So he had to rely on himself.
Three days, only three days!
He took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions and began to look around the small room.
The room has been cleaned, the sheets and blankets have been changed, and the desk is piled with books on biology and physics.
In the corner, the motorcycle helmet was covered with a thick layer of dust.
Three years ago, on Peter Parker's eighteenth birthday, he finally saved enough money to buy his favorite motorcycle and helmet.
But after that day, he never needed it again.
Mark opened the window, letting cool air flow into the somewhat stuffy room.
Then, he found a band-aid and stuck it on the small, red, swollen wound on the back of his hand.
He was bitten by a spider last night, and the wound is still a little itchy.
I don't know if it's poisonous or not.
But it's not important, there's no need to waste money going to the hospital.
Because he had already taken painkillers.
People here are all like that.
Then, a thought struck him, and a familiar game interface appeared before his eyes.
[Game: The Witcher]
[Loading progress 99%...100%!]
[Game loaded successfully!]
[Game Introduction: You will become an apprentice demon hunter, hunting down evil demons on the Holy Light Continent and spreading the light of love and justice to every corner of the world.]
[Hint: Power gained in the game can be synchronized with the real world!]
[Enter the game?]
The information before him finally relieved Mark.
During these past few days, the cheat program has been constantly loading.
Now that the loading is complete, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He was certain that the Marvel Universe he had traveled through was not the cinematic universe.
A Peter Parker with a missing arm represents a Marvel Universe with a completely unknown timeline.
But in any universe, being Peter Parker's relative is dangerous.
Anyone who's ever been Spider-Man knows that no matter how many Spider-Men there are, you can't make up a complete Uncle Ben.
This is Spider-Man's curse.
Ben Parker will die, May will die, and Mark, his good-for-nothing cousin, must also die.
In a flash, Mark clicked "Enter Game" without hesitation.
My first small goal: survive for three days!
Gain powerful abilities in the game.