The scientist Norman Osborn had hurled across the room quickly lost all signs of life.
Just then, a series of loud bangs echoed from outside the lab door.
Norman's eyes darkened as he looked toward the source of the noise.
A moment later, a massive green figure burst through the door—
It was the Lizard, Dr. Curt Connors.
Seeing Connors appear before him, Norman's lips curved into a strange smile.
At the same time, Connors wore an equally amused grin.
But when the Lizard noticed the smile on Norman's face, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
"Why don't I see even a hint of fear in him? Has this guy lost his mind?"
The hulking reptilian form moved steadily closer to Norman.
"Norman Osborn, can you guess who I am?" Connors taunted.
Norman smirked dismissively.
"Connors, spare me the theatrics."
Hearing the reply, Connors's scaled, green face showed brief surprise—then he burst into a roar of laughter.
His laugh was more like a feral bellow, enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
"Hahaha! Norman Osborn, you didn't expect this, did you? I succeeded!"
"Not only do I have a new right hand, I've created a perfect species."
"Strength, speed, defense—perfect in every aspect! Hahaha…"
Under the serum's influence, Connors's entire worldview had changed.
To him, the Lizard was now the most perfect lifeform on Earth, while humans were weak, inferior creatures.
And now, he had a new, insane vision—
To transform all of humanity into beings as "perfect" as himself.
…
Norman scoffed.
"Turning into a giant green lizard—that's your idea of a perfect species?"
"You must be joking. That's hilarious."
The Lizard's eyes burned with anger.
"Ants like you can't possibly comprehend my power. I'll give you a chance—become perfect like me."
But Norman laughed outright.
"You lunatic. I'm not interested in becoming a reptile."
…
Connors's last shred of patience snapped.
His massive tail lashed toward Norman with such force that the air cracked with a deafening boom.
But to his surprise, Norman leapt into the air, twisting in a flawless 360-degree spin, and evaded the strike.
The Lizard stared in confusion at Norman's sudden agility.
But in his mutated state, Connors's intelligence had greatly diminished—his mind now ruled entirely by bloodlust.
He lunged, claws swiping toward Norman, but the smaller man dodged again.
Connors unleashed a flurry of savage blows, forcing Norman to rely solely on his smaller frame to evade.
Then, finding an opening, the Lizard swept his massive tail again—
This time, Norman couldn't dodge. He crossed his arms to block.
*Boom!*
The impact sent him flying dozens of meters, smashing through glass before vanishing from Connors's sight.
…
"Come out, Osborn!" Connors bellowed. "Come on, keep fighting! Let me tear you to pieces!"
No response.
Thinking he had knocked Osborn unconscious, the Lizard moved forward—
Only to find no trace of him.
Furious, Connors rampaged down the hallway, roaring.
…
Norman, meanwhile, had already left the area.
Both his arms were streaked with blood—he was clearly injured.
He thought grimly,
"Connors's strength is overwhelming. I'm no match for him as I am.
But his intelligence has dropped significantly… Once I'm fully equipped, we'll see who wins."
…
At that moment, Maguire was lounging in the passenger seat of his underling's Bentley, cruising down the street, basking in the envious stares of pedestrians.
He had only one thought—
"Being a bully… is f\*\*\*ing amazing!"
…
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