Marvel: Become Athena - Chapter 95

The head is also dizzy.

In a trance, Peter saw the golden and black pope’s uniform, and finally lost consciousness, his eyes went dark and he passed out completely.

Kyle looked down at Peter, who looked like a lying corpse, and finally showed a successful smile.

“Haha, it feels really good to train the little spider.”

I have to say that if the whole Marvel can make Kyle feel good, it is the little spider. He has a bad fate and was bullied during school, but he has not distorted his character and still upholds his kindness.

He was even possessed by a symbiote, seducing the darkest human nature, but the darkest thing Peter did was to be cheerful and frivolous, molesting girls, and picking an awkward dance on the street.

In order to fight against criminals, his life is a mess, but he still insists on his own path. When he was injured (bgfa), he returned home and licked his wound silently.

That’s why Kyle gave the little spider special training.

Just to hope to change his life.

What’s more, Kyle has the idea of ​​making this guy a saint. Isn’t the so-called personal training for this?

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The sun was shining on the head of the bed, and Peter’s handsome cheeks were itchy under the quilt.

Uh~~

Peter’s eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. He sat up instinctively, let the quilt slip off, and glanced around with confused eyes.

Find yourself as if in a very refined room.

The magnificent room is full of ancient Roman style, the walls are composed of stone walls, there are paintings on the walls, crystal chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, and outside the open-air windows, the sun

On the stage are two beautiful birds chirping.

The crisp birdsong seemed to remind Peter.

Peter woke up with a start at this time. He lifted the quilt and found that he was naked and was wearing shorts. There was a pair of thin slippers by the window. He put on the slippers and walked to the balcony.

Scared by Peter, the bird flapped its wings and flew away.

Peter lowered his head slightly and looked down. It was a huge city, and the buildings stood quietly, like quiet and elegant giants.

Looking down at the sanctuary from a bird’s eye view, there is also a unique scenery.

“This is the sanctuary, yes, I was knocked out by Lord Kyle, and here is where the saints live?” Peter looked up at the zodiac and the temple at the end, and he realized that he was now Where is the place.

Peter sighed slightly as he recalled the previous battle.

Still didn’t hold on much.

However, the harvest is also huge. He has initially mastered the method of exerting force, how to fight with people, and how to use his body to fight.

As if thinking of something, Peter turned and went back to the room, came to the door, opened the closet, which was full of all kinds of fashionable clothes.

The whole line of clothes dazzled Peter.

He turned his head and glanced at the room in disbelief, and found the backpack he had brought beside the bed.

Inside is a change of clothes.

After hesitating for a moment, he changed into his own clothes.

After putting on new clothes, he went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face. It took more than ten minutes before he opened the door. What caught his eye was a long spiral staircase. After walking down, he came to a long corridor .

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Chapter 162 The Little Lion’s Sympathy

Peter is like a curious baby, looking around curiously while walking.

Finally, he saw a huge and empty restaurant.

There were already many people sitting on the long dining table.

They all dressed in different ways, but they all had a very good temperament. Suddenly, one of the men in a white shirt raised his hand and looked at Peter, and said loudly, “Hey, Peter, good morning~ Ah, come here.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was enjoying breakfast immediately turned their heads to look at Peter.

A pair of curious eyes made Peter’s scalp-tight.

He smiled dryly, walked over quickly, walked to the empty seat next to Elvis and sat down, and scanned everyone at the table.

All of them were young, men and women, in their twenties, some were tall, some were tall, some were beautiful, and there was no doubt that these people must be saints.

“Wow, are you new friends?”

“It looks very handsome.”

“Eh? Who is he? How did he come to the sanctuary?”

“It seems to be brought by the Pope. I heard that he was given special training yesterday.”

“Is it someone the Pope values? He seems to be a very helpful guy. Could it be possible that he will become a companion?”

Looking at Peter, the boys and girls were whispering and communicating while eating breakfast.

Most of the people didn’t know Peter, and they were just a little surprised how Peter, an ordinary person, could enter the sanctuary. However, when they learned that the Pope personally brought him, everyone’s attitude changed slightly.

For the boys and girls, although they are all saints with the seventh sense, they are all taught by Pope Kyle.

It is not an exaggeration to call him a master.

And the status is so high that the Pope can bring it in person, so it is obviously extraordinary.

“Let’s get to know each other, hello Peter, I’m Han, the Saint Seiya of Moby Dick.” Han, a teenager of Korean descent, said with a smile.

“Ah, hello, I’m Peter Parker.” Peter answered quickly, then hesitated, and continued after a pause: “Spider-Man.”

“A cool title.” Han stretched out his thumb in praise.

Others also introduced themselves.

“Matthias, Leo Cub.”

“Bernace, Andromeda.”

“Molly, Jackal.”

“Vic, Aquila.”

“Olivia, Canes.”

“Navien, Sagittarius.”

“Santos, Ursa Major”

“Kane, Unicorn.”

“Ella, silver hair: Aquarius.”

“Sanzabu, Virgo.”

Unexpectedly kind, Peter responded one by one with an extremely excited expression. These are the people he admires.

While talking, Elvis smiled and snapped his fingers, and with a flash of golden light, he saw a breakfast appear out of nowhere in front of Peter’s table.

And it’s a very rich breakfast.

Sausage, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, hash browns, toast and milk and more.

Peter was startled by the scent coming over his face.

Looking at Elvis with incredible eyes, is the saint already a god? Can you create such a rich breakfast out of thin air?

Seeing Peter’s surprised gaze, Elvis smiled and explained: “This is specially prepared by the mothers of the Pope Bart, and of course we will pay for it.”

“It’s just that after they are done, we send it to the front of us.”

“So that’s how it is.” Peter suddenly realized, and then his stomach started to growl. After this calculation, he hadn’t eaten for a whole day, and he was in a coma. In addition, his physical fitness was dozens of times higher than that of human beings. The same goes for digestion.

There is also a greater need for food.

After getting acquainted with it, Peter was not polite, picked up the knife and fork and started to eat.

It has to be said that the breakfast was not only rich but also very delicious, which made Peter even more appetite. At this time, he was like a hungry wolf, opening his **** mouth and eating all the food in front of him one by one.

Seeing that Peter didn’t seem to be full yet, Elvis sent some breakfast over again.

These breakfasts are very large, definitely comparable to the amount of a meal for dozens or even hundreds of adult men.

Only more and no less.

Because of the food needs of the saints, they can eat no matter how much food there is. In addition, this is also one of the biggest sources of income for the orphanage where Bart lives.

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It’s not just an orphanage.

There are also high-end restaurants from all over the world that will cook a lot of food. For this reason, Kyle has specially opened up a space in the sanctuary to store these already made foods. In this space, time is frozen.

Food is forever preserved in that moment.

Whatever the saints want to eat, they can send it with just one thought.

The food in the orphanage is purely a gift from the sanctuary to the orphanage.

The source of income, after all, Bart’s mothers rejected the government’s appropriation, and used this fund to provide other orphanages that need this side more.

However, the provision of food alone is enough for the orphanage to operate sufficiently, and there is still a very large balance.

According to Bart, his mothers are planning to expand the orphanage and recruit staff to absorb more displaced children.

Of course, these are things for later.

After enjoying breakfast.

Peter burped and leaned back on the chair with a comfortable look on his face.

“too delicious.”

“That’s right, mothers are very skilled.” Elvis smiled, and then asked as if thinking of something: “By the way, how long have you been here for special training in Sanctuary?”

“It should be two months, the whole summer vacation.”

“Uh…well, I’m optimistic about you.” Elvis raised his brows. Although he said so, his facial expression was actually sympathetic, which made Peter very uneasy.

“What’s your expression?”

“No, no, haha, don’t worry about training, you must know that the Pope is the best mentor.”

Elvis laughed dryly, of course, training might be painful and cruel.

Of course, he would not say this to Peter, but he secretly sympathized with this handsome boy, who is only a few tens or hundreds of times stronger than a human being, how could he survive the almost harsh and cruel training methods of the Pope? .

Every time I will wander between life and death, the key is not to die.

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Chapter 163 Locking the Galaxy (asking for a monthly ticket for flowers)

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On the land of hundreds of millions of kilometers of yellow sand, the vertical moon in the sky shines extremely hot.

The air is distorted by the heat.

A hysterical roar resounded through the deserted yellow sand land, and on the land, a figure with a bare upper body was carrying a huge stone and was walking with slow steps.

Looking through the perspective, it was Peter Parker.

At this time, his head was covered with sweat, and he was bending over to carry a huge boulder hundreds of meters in length. Step by step, he walked forward with difficulty, leaving behind one after another sunken footprints.

Sweat streaked across his forehead, blurring Peter’s vision, and there was an endless stretch ahead, with no end in sight.

Peter didn’t know how many miles he had carried the huge boulder today, and he had even forgotten the time. At the time of “Seven Seven Three”, he felt exhausted, his legs were already overwhelmed, and even his bones were whining.

But he is still holding on.

Keep going.

Hold on until consciousness begins to blur.

Peter has always insisted that he has to become stronger, he has to complete his own cultivation before he can do what he wants to do, and he has to take up that responsibility.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and he doesn’t know how much sweat has dripped.