When Peter appeared again, he found himself in a little alley that no one ever visited. Like most scenes of transmigration, there was no one around.
Perhaps because it had rained recently, the ground was a bit damp. The walls were dry, but badly maintained. Many bricks were cracked, and on the cracks there was a piece of street graffiti reading "fuother," which looked quite vivid.
On Peter's left was a Western-style large trash bin, facing tightly shut windows upstairs. There was garbage scattered all around, and a large drink bottle happened to be at his feet, with the word "cola" written on it in English.
"Let's get to a place where there are people first."
Peter lowered his head and walked toward the outside.
He turned up his collar, not wanting others to accidentally see his teeth.
Even though his mouth was tightly closed.
PS: Peter had originally wanted to wear a mask, but then he suddenly felt that wearing one in New York would make him stand out even more.
Naturally, he also put on a hat. Under a dark sweater, he wore an old jacket, with a large backpack on his back, making him look like a backpacker from out of town.
He did not forget that this Blade world had vampires.
Before he was fully prepared, Peter did not plan to run into them.
As the villains of this world, vampires possessed many abilities that looked very scientific yet also completely unscientific. For example, the vampire virus was spread through saliva, so kissing a vampire also carried a certain degree of risk.
Another example was their extremely strong self-healing ability. They could regrow hands, eyes, and organs other than the brain within days, yet once exposed to sunlight or silver, they would be reduced to ashes.
Most people might not know that to completely burn a person into ashes, a temperature of at least eight or nine hundred degrees is required.
Even if you used a ball of fire, without an accelerant it would at most char a person.
"These things must have incredibly fascinating DNA," he sighed, then thought, "If I were to be embraced, could the vampire virus suppress my own mutated genes and stop them from continuing to mutate?"
Even becoming a vampire would not be a big deal.
That was how Peter felt. At least vampires still looked like humans. As for what he himself might turn into after his mutations fully developed, he truly had no idea.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
Peter stopped in his tracks.
"Look at this, man." A small-time hoodlum walked over from outside. He was white, with a nose ring and earrings. His body did not look healthy, and when he came close, one could smell the scent of anesthetics on him.
Behind him, a slightly stronger companion threw someone who looked like a student onto the ground.
The student's face was bruised and swollen. He must have taken quite a beating.
Peter's English was not very good. Pure spoken conversation sounded like listening to heavenly scripture to him, so apart from the initial "Look at," he did not understand anything.
That was fine. At this point, even a deaf-mute could tell what they were about to do.
The hoodlum pulled a dagger from behind his waist and pressed it against Peter's chest. Tilting his head and baring his yellowed teeth, he said viciously, "A traveler, huh? First of all, welcome to New York."
"Now, as the first lesson New York is going to teach you, hand over all your money, your phone, and your jewelry."
This was Peter's first time being robbed, and even his first encounter with criminals. Strangely enough, aside from his heart skipping a beat at the very beginning, he did not feel much fear at all. Instead…
Instead, there was a special feeling.
"It's like… it's like…" Peter lowered his eyes, but his hand inside his clothes clenched.
"It's like seeing lively prey, a kind of excitement."
Seeing Peter's expressionless face, the hoodlum thought he had scared him stiff. Pleased, he bragged to the burly man beside him. That man was busy rummaging through the student's pockets for money and had no time to pay attention to him.
Feeling snubbed, the hoodlum turned back. "I want money. Do you know what money looks like?"
"Look, this is money. One dollar."
"But what I want isn't one dollar. Now hand over your bag and &*%..."
Before he could finish, the hoodlum waving the dagger was sent flying by a single punch from Peter. He slammed heavily into the wall and then fell to the ground, startling the burly man who was taking money.
The burly man looked over and saw Peter with a cold expression. His lowered brows had at some point become sharp and ruthless, with a flash of savagery passing through them.
"Ha." Peter revealed a cruel smile.
His pale, sharp teeth glinted in the air, sending a chill down one's spine.
"Mo… mon… monster…" The burly man was immediately terrified. He did not even want the money anymore and scrambled out of the alley in a panic.
Peter did not stop him and watched everything unfold.
He muttered to himself, "So I'm already this strong? It seems mutations do not come with only side effects."
"Although I'm still not comparable to Peter Parker from the movies, my bodily mutation hasn't stopped yet. By the end, who knows who will be stronger."
This was the kind of remark made without any sense of proportion.
In Spider-Man 2, Peter could stop a runaway subway train with his body. Even though he borrowed force, as the main bearer of that force, the toughness of his body was no longer something ordinary organisms could measure. One could even say it surpassed certain military-grade materials.
Let Peter bask in his swelling confidence for a moment after sending someone flying for the first time.
He walked over to the hoodlum and squatted down to check on him. The guy had passed out immediately after being knocked away. Feeling his chest, he was still alive, so Peter simply took the money off him.
Although there were various currencies from different countries in his backpack, this Blade world was ninety-eight percent American, and his money would not circulate here.
Ignoring the student on the ground who was reaching out for help, Peter walked out of the alley and officially stepped onto the street.
The streets of America were bustling with people. Neatly arranged traffic signs, unfamiliar shop signs, and imposing high-rise buildings all came into view, and the atmosphere of a foreign land rushed toward him.
American culture was highly diverse and bold.
Even things that ran counter to traditional white Christian culture could be openly displayed here.
Passing by a Goth-style shop, Peter walked inside.
The shop was run by a man and a woman.
Both had flamboyant, punk-style looks.
Their eye makeup was especially heavy. Peter glanced at them and saw that neither had the markings of the Nether race.
The man glanced at him and remained calmly reclining in his chair, while the woman was relatively enthusiastic in her introduction.
"Hello, we have all kinds of vampire merchandise here."
Peter looked around. Everything was gloomy and terrifying daily items and costumes. They looked exaggerated, but were actually just plastic mixed with tomato juice.
The woman continued tirelessly, "We have vampire lunch boxes, vampire belts, vampire trench coats, vampire tattoo sleeves. Yesterday a Jewish customer bought quite a lot."
"We also have vampire plush dolls and souvenirs. Basically, we have everything. We even have a doll where the boss is a vampire. It can make sounds when it moves."
She talked a lot and explained everything in great detail. Peter did not understand a single word.
He walked up to a stall, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"This shape looks like…"
He reached out and picked up a necklace, then, without moving his lips, squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
"How much?"
(End of chapter)
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