Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1757 Extreme
Green skin can withstand explosions and bullets, but it cannot completely protect against this pervasive, all-encompassing pressure.

His instinctive will to survive roared—upward! To swim to the surface! To swim to the air and sunlight!

But how could Norman Osborn, this deep-sea behemoth that had swelled to unbelievable heights by madness and power, possibly let him go?

He adapted perfectly to the high-pressure, dark environment, even thriving in it. Every attempt by Hulk to break free upwards was met with an even more ferocious interception from Osborn.

The giant tail would lash down like a sea god's whip, the enormous claws would loom down from above, or the entire massive, despair-inducing body would charge straight in, using its terrifying mass advantage to slam Hulk violently into the deeper darkness below, or into the crumbling steel wreckage of the base, spewing deadly fragments and vortexes.

What Osborne stirred up was not a "wave"—in the deep sea at tens of thousands of meters, waves in the traditional sense no longer exist. What he stirred up were destructive deep-sea swells and shockwaves.

Every time he exerted force and twisted his hundred-meter-long body, every time he slammed his giant limbs into the seawater, a huge, suction-filled low-pressure vortex would form behind him, while simultaneously pushing forward a nearly tangible high-pressure water wall mixed with bubbles, metal fragments, and extremely high water pressure.

This force was so powerful that it not only hindered Hulk, but also accelerated the disintegration of the surrounding Eye of Neptune's remains.

The massive metal slabs, impacted by the violent water flow created by Osborn, were struck a second time by an invisible giant hammer, emitting an even more piercing wail as they twisted, fractured, and were swept into deeper darkness.

Every "breath" of Hulk (if it can be called a breath) becomes a life-or-death struggle against the will of the entire ocean.

His super-enhanced lungs felt like they were being burned in an incinerator.

The lung muscle fibers twitched and spasmed wildly, desperately expanding and contracting against the terrifying force of one ton per square centimeter that was trying to completely flatten the alveoli.

Each expansion is like sucking up solidified concrete. Unlike fish that filter dissolved oxygen through gills, his frenzied metabolism requires large amounts of gaseous oxygen.

In the deep sea at a depth of 10,000 meters, the content of dissolved oxygen is negligible, and the water pressure makes the gas solubility extremely high and the molecular diffusion efficiency extremely low.

He could only rely on the countless tiny pores on the surface of his skin, imperceptible to ordinary people, to forcibly extract the pitifully thin dissolved oxygen molecules from the icy seawater at an unprecedented rate.

This was woefully inadequate compared to the massive amounts of oxygen he needed to maintain his enormous size and explosive power. The dizziness and weakness caused by oxygen deprivation, like cold, venomous snakes, began to coil around his central nervous system.

Osborne's frantic and precise attacks not only inflicted heavy physical blows and crush injuries, but also continuously and fatally depleted his rapidly dwindling energy reserves and meager oxygen levels.

Beneath the green skin, thick, python-like blood vessels bulged to their limit, surging like a winding river of lava beneath the skin, carrying viscous blood that had turned dark due to lack of oxygen.

His heart, stronger than anyone could imagine, was pounding wildly at a terrifying frequency beyond physiological limits. Each contraction was accompanied by a tremor in his entire body, pumping blood to fight against the immense pressure from the ocean and the rapidly accumulating lactic acid and carbon dioxide within his body, bringing a burning and tingling sensation. Pure, life-burning rage sustained him, driving him to unleash punches capable of leveling mountains. Each strike to Osborn's scales erupted with a dull thud and a flash of energy.

But the coldness and darkness of the deep sea, especially the suffocating, suffocating feeling that seeps into every crevice, is gradually eroding and disintegrating his almost limitless source of power.

The power remains, but the "fuel" that drives it—oxygen—is running out.

Just then, amidst the chaotic churning of metal fragments and murky water, an unusually bright and steady light pierced the thick darkness of the deep sea, illuminating the senses of Norman Osborn—or rather, the mad consciousness controlling the monstrous body.

That was the "Heart of Poseidon"—Connors, the prison where his consciousness was sealed and frozen.

The massive explosion at the base and the subsequent chain reaction of collapses revealed a core device inside that was emitting a high-energy blue light.

Skin, muscles, bones... all material structures exhibit a strange semi-transparency and energy.

It is no longer a body of flesh and blood, but more like a solidified, highly concentrated, and turbulent plasma.

The light was not uniform. At the center of its chest cavity, an extremely dazzling core light source, almost impossible to look at directly, was pulsating violently. Each pulsation radiated visible energy waves outward, like a heart beating, releasing destructive light and heat.

Countless beams of bright light burst forth uncontrollably from the cracks in the body, joints, and even the severed neck, like countless swords of light, brutally tearing through the surrounding viscous darkness.

The light was so intense and so domineering that it completely overturned the landscape of the deep sea within its range. The abyss, which had been pitch black and ruled by darkness for billions of years, was now illuminated as if it were daytime!
The grayish-white seabed sediments were fully exposed, and the jagged black seamounts cast grotesque and distorted shadows. Even the disturbed, bizarre deep-sea creatures that had never seen the light before—giant blind squid, tube worms shimmering with bioluminescence, and crustaceans covered with bony plates—were instantly revealed. They were scorched by this sudden "sun," twisting and fleeing in panic, creating a bizarre and destructive apocalyptic scene.

The icy seawater seemed to boil, with enormous, swirling bubbles of distorted light rising around the luminous body. Light pierced the seawater, forming a colossal pillar of light that stretched to the heavens and the earth, pointing directly at the invisible surface above, silently proclaiming the awakening of a terrifying being in this absolutely silent abyss.

That light represents power, the key to evolution!
It is the culmination of Connors' lifelong research!
Eat him! Merge him!
That way, it can break through existing limits and become the ultimate Godzilla, the true ruler of the deep sea!
Beyond all known biological forms!
"Connors!!!"

The behemoth opened its gaping maw, a gaping maw that seemed capable of swallowing the entire submarine whole.

A silent roar emanated from the depths of that mouth, covered with layers of sharp teeth and a sticky substance.

(End of this chapter)