After weeks of relentless labor, nights spent buried in streams of data and days hammering away at intricate prototypes, Nathan finally completed his first step toward controlling the power of demons.
He had studied the old witch extensively—the one who had once wielded terrifying demonic energy with a strange, frightening ease. His research revealed that her control was not innate talent, but the result of special modifications made by the beast itself.
Her brain had been altered.
Her neural pathways pulsed with unique brainwave frequencies, resonating perfectly with the demonic energy she commanded. It was this resonance, like a lock-and-key mechanism, that allowed her to guide powers that should have consumed her.
Nathan leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting. "So that's it… not willpower alone, but resonance."
If he could replicate that resonance, he could bend the demon's power to his own will without being devoured by it.
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The Brainwave Converter Project
Nathan wasted no time. He immediately began sketching designs, his hands flying across digital pads, his thoughts burning with precision. He envisioned a medium that would capture his own brainwaves and transform them into the specific resonance frequency that could interface with demonic energy.
Not direct control—not yet. But enough. Enough to seize, guide, and shape the powers in the way the witch once had.
For hours the laboratory echoed with the sharp whir of tools, the hum of fusion welders, and the quick, decisive movements of Nathan's hands.
His fingers moved like lightning. Tools blurred into afterimages. Metal sheets bent and molded themselves beneath his touch. He worked with the urgency of a man possessed, though his mind was calm, disciplined, and sharp.
Soon, on his desk lay a new creation: a jet-black alloy headband.
It gleamed darkly under the lab lights, slim and sleek, its polished surface reflecting faint ripples of crimson. Despite its delicate appearance, it radiated hardness, durability, and an unsettling aura, as though it carried the essence of the abyss within.
Nathan held it in his hands, satisfaction sparking in his eyes.
"This… is my brainwave converter," he whispered. "With this, I will channel the power of demons."
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First Test
Without hesitation, Nathan set the device onto his head.
His hand moved to the demonic bracelet at his wrist. At once, it pulsed, and the raw power of the demon poured into his body, burning through him like molten fire.
In the past, this torrent had always been alien, uncontrollable—a flood that could only be endured, not directed. But this time was different.
The headband hummed.
Nathan's vision sharpened. The power that once lashed out wildly now bent, like a river guided by new channels. He could feel it—the energy resonating with his brainwaves, his very thoughts.
His eyes widened.
The demonic power moved with his consciousness.
Like blood flowing through veins, like lightning obeying a conductor, it obeyed him.
A thrill surged through him, but Nathan immediately calmed himself. Joy was dangerous—he couldn't lose control, not now.
This is just the beginning, he thought. Next, I must attempt the secret technique.
But not here.
Not in this underground lab where the beast itself was imprisoned. To release a sealing technique under its nose would be foolish—the creature might detect the resonance, might sense what was being prepared against it. That would ruin everything.
Nathan powered down the headband, slipped the bracelet back into standby mode, and walked out of the chamber in silence.
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The Beast's Delusions
From within its containment, the Beast's eyes narrowed as it watched Nathan leave unusually early.
"What's this? Leaving already?" it muttered. "The boy's never finished so soon before."
Hei Kong, bound nearby, said nothing. The shadowed entity had grown quiet, retreating further into itself as the days dragged on.
The Beast smirked, voice dripping with arrogance.
"Whatever he's up to doesn't matter. My ritual is almost complete. Soon, my surgery will succeed. Soon… I'll be free again!"
It threw its head back, laughing.
"Hahaha! When I escape this cage, I'll show them all. The one who dared offend me will regret it forever! Even the dimension master will tremble when I return! I'll see their fear, their shock—oh, how sweet it will be!"
Ecstasy lit its monstrous features. The closer it came to completion, the more it could taste freedom. Its depression, its rage—all of it melted into manic anticipation.
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Nathan's Secret Experiment
Meanwhile, Nathan returned to his safe house. Alone, he activated the headband once more.
The bracelet glowed, demonic power coursed through his veins, and Nathan began to chant. The incantations were obscure, alien, yet they rolled from his tongue with precision, guiding the energy into shape.
His chest heaved as power condensed into a true secret technique.
The air in the room quivered. Crimson glyphs shimmered faintly across his arms and chest, glowing symbols of demonic language.
A swirling force gathered before him—an incomplete seal, lacking only a target.
But it was real.
The sealing technique had worked.
Nathan exhaled slowly, a smile breaking across his usually stern face.
"It's done. At last, I can release the sealing technique."
He clenched his fist.
"Now I only need to wait. Once the Beast completes its ritual and the Hei Kong connection is severed… the time will come to act."
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Days of Waiting
In the days that followed, Nathan practically lived in the laboratory.
He never strayed far, unwilling to risk missing the critical moment when the Beast finished its secret art. His vigilance was absolute.
At the same time, his other research surged forward.
The Abomination project.
His progress on replicating gamma cell balance and mutation control advanced by leaps and bounds. Soon, he knew, he would be able to not only replicate Abomination—but to create something even greater. A controlled, enhanced form. A new horsepower star, a weapon forged of gamma precision and human will.
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Conference With Kurt
One evening, in a private Osborn conference room, Nathan met with Kurt.
The room was quiet, lit only by the blue glow of digital projections.
"Well?" Nathan asked, his voice steady but edged with curiosity. "Did you find anything?"
Kurt nodded slowly, his expression conflicted.
Nathan's brows lifted slightly. "What did you uncover?"
Kurt hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, his voice dropping. "Boss… what I found is beyond strange. It's about her—Gwen Stacy."
Nathan's eyes narrowed.
The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to align.
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