Ihe b, the unscious child was already strapped to the operating table.
Norman personally hahe experiment, drawing the bd white serum into a syringe.
The child's parents stood anxiously nearby.
Norman had tried to get them to wait outside, but they refused, insisting on staying to witheir child's rea. He didn't want to waste more time on trivial matters, so he proceeded with the experiment.
First, ahesia. To prevent excessive reas, the child's limbs were numbed, ensuring there was no ce of struggling.
, Norman secured the syrio a specialized device. The mae precisely guided the needle, slowly positioning it over the child's heart.
The instrument lowered and the thin needle pierced the beati with surgical accuracy, without causing any damage.
"Now, the iion begins."
Norman pressed a button on the trol pahe serum ihe syringe flowed slowly into the child's body.
From the heart outward, the bd white energy spread through the bloodstream, c into every limb.
Thump. Thump.
Suddenly, everyone in the b heard what sounded like the beating of a drum. It took them a moment to realize—it was the child's heartbeat, reverberating through his chest and reag their ears.
"Mr. Osborn, what's happening? How is my child?"
The father didn't rush forward but instead asked anxiously. Norman, who had been frowning, slowly rexed as the steady rhythm of the heartbeat tinued.
"It worked…"
"It worked?"
The couple exged gheir faces lighting up with excitement.
"Don't celebrate just yet. This is only the first stage of success."
Normahe urge to smile, but he forced himself to remain calm.
Acc to his research, two vials of serum were out the full effects. Right now, the child's heartbeat had bee stronger, his physical dition had improved, but he still hadn't regained sciousness.
In his mind, this meant the serum's power had yet to reach its peak.
So, he decided to admihe sed vial.
At this time, if Norman had simply stopped, ensuring the child's survival, it would have been enough to prove that his project was halfway to success. It would have been suffit to establish him as a leader with both administrative and stific prowess.
But he was impatient.
The pressure that Reid, pying the role of Luthor, had pced on him was overwhelming.
It left no room for hesitation. The moment Norman saportunity, he would seize it, no matter the cost.
So, he chose to tinue. For the sake of greater success, he took an even bigger risk.
"Norman! Are you in the b?!"
Otto's voice came from outside. Norman immediately realized he had to act fast.
If Otto arrived, he would definitely stop him from iing the sed vial. And if that happened, his path to success would be pletely blocked.
Without hesitation, Norman abahe precision of the mae. He grabbed the sed vial and manually ied the serum straight into the child's heart.
And that was whehi wrong.
Maybe he ied the serum too quickly. Maybe his hands cked the precision of a mae. Whatever the reason, somethi wrong with the child's heart.
A surge of immense bd white energy burst untrolbly from the child's body.
"AHHH!!!"
The searing pain jolted the unscious child awake. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as the energy within him spiraled out of trol, exploding outward aroying the surrounding b equipment.
'Impossible. How could this happen? He was stable just moments ago.'
Panic gripped Norman. This was beyond anything he had expected.
During animal trials, there had been cases of energy loss of trol, but such a devastating scale.
He tried to intervene. But the momeepped forward, a bolt of bd white lightning struck his thigh.
"AHH!"
The bst didn't shatter bone, but it tore straight through his leg, sending him crashing to the ground.
The pain was excruciating, but more than that, fear paralyzed him. He no longer had the ce to move closer. Instead, he turned and scrambled toward the exit.
The child's parents, however, didn't run.
Hearing their child's agonized screams, they were overe with grief. Parental instinct overrode their fear. Ign the dahey rushed to his side.
The father ehe pain of his arm being pierced by lightning, f himself to remain standing as he gazed at his son.
"Son, what's wrong? Don't be afraid. Mom and Dad are here."
Meanwhile, Norman had finally crawled out of the b. As he looked up, he saw Otto sprinting down the hallway toward him.
"Otto… hss… you're here."
"Norman, what the hell have you done?"
Before Norman could answer, another disaster struck.
The parents refused to leave, but the child had already reached his limit.
"Dad… Mom… I… it hurts so much…"
The raging bd white energy inside him spiraled further out of trol, reag its breaking point.
In an instant, light engulfed the entire b. The force shattered even the reinforced gss, sending razor-sharp shards flying through the air.
Otto barely had time to grab Norman and dive to the ground, shielding them both.
When the explosion subsided, the parents were gone.
Nothing remained, not flesh, not blood. The overwhelming energy had reduced them to nothingness.
The child, now pletely alone, had wit all. His mind, overwhelmed by the trauma and lingering ahetic, gave in. He slipped bato unsciousness.
"Norman… you…"
Otto staggered to his feet. He wao say something, but before he could, the sound of appuse echoed down the corridor.
They turned.
Reid was strolling toward them slowly, with a smile on his face.
"Magnifit. Absolutely magnifit."
"Luthor?"
"Damn you, Luthor!"
Otto's gaze was plicated. He knew Luthor must have foreseen all of this. But could he bme him?
No. This was Norman's doing.
Norman, however, had no such reservations. His eyes burned with hatred.
This wasn't just a failed experiment. This was the plete and utter colpse of his project.
His reckless ambition had cost two lives, leaving behind a newly orphaned child.
If no one had wit, he could have covered it up. But with Luthor here, this would be the final nail in his coffin.
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