Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1691: The biggest natural enemy of a predator is always its own more powerful kind!

"Connors!"

Norman roared angrily, his voice full of despair and hatred.

He felt as if he was trapped in an indescribable hell, and everything around him became dark and cold.

In his opinion, what Connors did was simply not something a human could do.

Oh, no, at this moment Connors can no longer be considered a pure human being. He is a complete monster, a monster who will do anything to achieve his ambitions.

Norman, who was pregnant again, was filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a determination.

He decided to make his own gene purification drug. He wanted to become a Godzilla as powerful as Connors, and then kill Connors with his own hands to end this endless pain.

Connors had grown too large and was no longer as agile as before, and could no longer keep a close eye on Norman as he used to.

This gave Norman a great opportunity.

Norman knew he had to seize this opportunity, otherwise he would always be controlled by Connors.

Norman devoured large quantities of yellowcake like crazy.

Geiger counters throughout the lab emitted sharp popping sounds.

Norman felt the long-lost comfort - the radiation burned his esophagus, but formed a warm vortex in his abdominal cavity.

The wriggling of the egg sheaths became noticeably faster, and he could feel those greedy little creatures madly absorbing the radioactive nutrients.

The biological readings on the monitoring screen soared, and the gestation period that originally took two weeks was compressed to a speed visible to the naked eye.

With every bite of yellow cake he swallowed, he felt his body undergoing drastic changes. The egg sheaths in his body also began to grow and develop rapidly under the stimulation of radioactive substances.

The pain was unimaginable. The ovarian sheath expanded wildly, which was almost like stuffing several dilators or even balloons into his stomach. However, he endured it all for the sake of his revenge plan.

"Warning! Embryo activity exceeds threshold!"

The laboratory AI issued a mechanical female voice, "It is recommended to immediately inject a sedative-"

After swallowing the second and third pieces of yellow cake, the skin on his abdomen had become so transparent that the tangled blood vessels inside could be seen, and the six egg sheaths swelled up like malignant tumors.

The most terrifying thing was that he actually felt happy, as if every cell in his body was cheering - this made him even angrier.

He knew that the next step would be a more painful and dangerous one - a manual C-section.

"Connors thinks he can control me?"

"I want him to know that the Osborns are never lambs to be slaughtered."

Norman lay down in a secluded and quiet place. He looked at his huge and slightly bulging belly, feeling mixed emotions.

But the flame of revenge burned in his heart, giving him courage.

He raised his claws, took a deep breath, and then stabbed himself in the abdomen.

Intense pain instantly spread throughout his body, and Norman almost fainted.

The birth process without anesthesia was comparable to medieval torture, but compared to the shame of being used as an incubator, the physical pain became a kind of redemption.

But he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and took out five or six egg sheaths from his body bit by bit.

His claws accurately avoided the main blood vessels, as if he had performed dissections countless times.

Six translucent egg sheaths, covered with flesh and blood, rolled onto the operating table. The curled-up larvae inside already showed characteristics different from those of the previous generation.

Each egg case was stained with his blood and sweat, which was the heavy price he paid for revenge. He took out a total of six of the most mature egg cases and soaked them in the prepared culture medium.

The wound on the abdomen has begun to heal itself, and the new granulation tissue is wriggling and intertwining like a living thing.

"My children, I love you, but I love Harry more..."

Norman looked at the egg case in his hand, his eyes showing a hint of pity for the children, but more of hatred for Connors and determination for the future.

He knew that what he did might be a little cruel, but in order to get rid of Connors' control and to get revenge, he had no choice.

Norman has memorized the general process of Connors' previous genetic manipulation. In order to produce gene purification drugs, he must master Connors' gene editing technology.

So he sent people to sneak into Connors' base secretly, and copied the data in Connors' gene editing device without Connors's knowledge.

After obtaining these valuable data, Norman began to study and analyze them day and night.

Although he is not a professional geneticist, due to his hatred for Connors and his determination to become stronger, he works hard to learn about gene editing.

Now, Norman looked at the baby Godzillas taken out from the egg sheaths in his hands, and his eyes became cold and ruthless.

“Gene sequence alignment completed.”

The computer made a cold prompt sound.

Norman stared at the base pairs jumping on the screen, and the Godzilla genetic map immediately appeared on the holographic screen.

When he saw the "Y chromosome suppression sequence", Norman sneered - Connors had indeed implanted sex-control genes in all the egg sheaths to ensure that only female Godzillas would be born.

“Let’s make some improvements.”

Norman's fingers danced across the holographic keyboard.

He deleted the inhibitory sequence set by Connors and added a directed mutation code of his own design.

The DNA chains on the screen began to reorganize, gradually forming a new spiral structure.

Then he inserted the syringe into the largest egg case. The larva struggled violently when the needle tip pierced it, and the culture medium suddenly became turbid.

He extracted the embryonic tissue from the egg sheath, and the blood in the centrifuge gradually separated into phosphorescent green crystals.

Norman injected the separated serum into the molecular recombinator.

The machine hummed uncomfortably, a fatal flaw of the reverse-engineered device—it lacked the stabilizer of the original instrument.

"Ding!"

A spiral test tube slid out of the exit slot of the molecular recombinator. The liquid inside was like melted jade, spontaneously fluorescing in the dark.

When the needle of the syringe pierced his carotid artery, Norman let out an inhuman howl.

The serum coursed through its veins like liquid fire, and it curled up on the ground and twitched, its nails scratching deep grooves in the floor.

In the mirror, its pupils began to split and something broke out of the body at the end of its spine.

But he was laughing, laughing madly, because he wanted to let Connors know that what he created was not a docile mother, but a predator more perfect than himself.

“You said… Godzilla is the ultimate predator…”

Norman's vocal cords were tearing and reassembling, making a sound like sandpaper rubbing against metal. "But predators...the biggest natural enemy..."

Two rows of bone spurs suddenly appeared on his shoulder blades, and blue-green biological light patterns emerged under his skin. "Always stronger... the same kind!"

(End of this chapter)