Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1764 Hyenas and the Crippled Lion
Norman Osborn's massive jaws snapped shut, tearing another large chunk of flesh from Connors' enormous torso. It was no ordinary flesh.

As the scorching, churning substance, radiating blinding blue light, slid down his throat, Norman felt as if he were not devouring a living being, but rather forcibly stuffing a wildly burning star into his abdomen.

That is energy concentrated to its extreme.

It was a blazing fire, powerful enough to ignite the stars, forcibly compressed into a cage of flesh and blood.

Every drop of blue blood, every strand of fiber, contains the destructive power to reduce the old Norman to ashes a billion times over.

It burned its way down the esophagus, and where it passed, it was not a warm satisfaction, but the ultimate torture of being thrown into the core of a stellar furnace.

His throat, esophagus, and stomach walls—biological tissues that had also been modified to withstand the bombardment of armor-piercing bullets—melted, carbonized, and peeled off like wax the moment that mass of flesh came into contact with him.

The intense pain was like a million red-hot steel needles, exploding violently from the depths of his abdomen, instantly engulfing every nerve ending.

A roar, a mixture of ecstasy and extreme pain, burst forth from the depths of his torn throat, accompanied by scalding steam and flashing arcs of electricity, momentarily halting the churning, radioactive seawater around him.

This roar did not originate from willpower, but was an instinctive wail from the body burning in the core of a star.

The "star" that was forcibly swallowed eventually fell into his body's enormous, complex, and precision-furnace-like heart—the bio-atomic furnace.

This core organ, located in the center of his chest cavity, is far more complex than the design of any human nuclear reactor.

The enormous annular cavity is framed by layers of interwoven bio-alloy skeletons, and its inner walls are covered with constantly pulsating, dark tissue that resembles living metal.

Countless thick energy transmission pipes, like the roots of a giant tree, penetrated deeply into every corner of Norman's body.

At this moment, the long-dormant heart of the behemoth was ignited by the forcibly injected stellar blood.

"Buzz—Boom!"

The dull starting roar suddenly escalated into a piercing shriek that tore at your eardrums.

Inside the furnace chamber, the dark tissue that had been slowly pulsating was instantly illuminated by unimaginable high temperatures, turning into a branding iron that emitted a blinding white light.

The raging gamma rays, high-energy particle streams, and even more incomprehensible radiation energy, like billions of ferocious beasts imprisoned for thousands of years, broke free from the mass of flesh and blood that had been devoured, and frantically assaulted and tore at the inner walls of the nuclear reactor.

The bio-alloy frame groaned and trembled violently under the impact.

Deep within the furnace, fusion reactions simulating the environment of a star's core are forcibly catalyzed and ignited, releasing an even more violent torrent of energy.

The entire reactor was like an unstable supernova forcibly stuffed into a chest cavity, ready to break through the membrane of biological constraint at any moment and completely evaporate Norman from the inside.

This terrifying torrent of energy was brutally transformed and compressed by the nuclear reactor, and then, like surging lava, violently injected into every cell of Norman's body through those thick energy pipes.

This is destruction, and it is also rebirth.

Norman's massive, mountain-like body convulsed violently.

His thick, metallic, bluish-black scales instantly turned scorching red, like iron blocks just pulled from a forge. Some of the scales at the edges couldn't withstand the sudden increase in internal pressure and the combined onslaught of the icy seawater, cracking and peeling off in large chunks with a shattering sound, revealing the muscle tissue beneath, which was also boiling and swelling violently under the high temperature.

Those muscle fibers were repeatedly torn apart by pure energy impacts, and then frantically reorganized under the violent vitality provided by the nuclear reactor.

Every tear brings excruciating pain that penetrates to the bone marrow, and every reorganization is accompanied by destruction and rebirth at the cellular level.

The newly formed tissue is more resilient, shimmering with a stronger energy glow, but also bearing deeper burn marks.

The rows of massive bone spurs that rose like mountain ridges behind him became the most direct outlet for his excess energy.

The blinding blue-white plasma, like an out-of-control waterfall, gushed wildly from the tips and edges of the bone spikes, crackling and exploding, illuminating the surrounding sea area for hundreds of meters as if it were daytime. The seawater hissed under the high temperature, steaming up huge, highly radioactive clouds of steam that blotted out the sky.

pain!
Beyond the pain of being burned by the fires of hell!

But deep within this endless torture, an unprecedented, almost divine sense of satisfaction was also growing wildly.

Each time a cell breaks down and remodels, it brings about an explosive increase in power.

He could clearly "hear" the wild heartbeat of the nuclear reactor and feel the surging energy, like the tides of a starry sea, rushing and roaring in his newly formed veins.

His body visibly expanded under the infusion of energy, his muscles bulged, and his bone spurs became even more ferocious and sharp. His hundred-meter-tall body stood in the boiling seawater, radiating a suffocating light and heat.

He lowered his head, his giant eyes greedily locking onto the half-body of God below, a massive, torn body of Connors that exuded endless allure, still radiating a chilling Godzilla life signal and high-energy radiation, like the most tempting lighthouse in the dark universe.

That is the source of power, the ladder to a higher existence!
He bent down again, his giant claws digging deep into the flesh that flowed with blue light, his head buried, tearing and swallowing.

Each act of gnaw brings with it a new round of scorching in the stellar furnace and nuclear-induced recombination at the cellular level.

He was immersed in this purgatory of pain and ecstasy, his senses completely occupied by the boiling energy within him and the "divine flesh" that was within his grasp.

Unbeknownst to him, in the deeper, darker, and colder waters below, two crimson lights quietly ignited.

Connors was currently suspended in the cold darkness.

It has just been reborn.

The barely formed body was less than one-fifth of its peak size, resembling a broken statue pieced together at random. Thin flesh clung to the jagged skeleton, dull and lifeless, its energy response as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Its once blazing bio-atomic furnace, as hot as a star, is now reduced to a faint, dying ember, throbbing weakly deep within its chest cavity, each throbbing bringing with it a profound exhaustion and weakness that penetrates to the very soul.

Its gaze pierced through the murky, radioactive seawater, fixed intently on the frantically devouring figure above the seabed.

That's its body!

It was once a complete and powerful body, containing the power to move mountains and fill seas and control radiation!

The flesh and blood flowing with immortal blue light, the skeleton as majestic as a mountain, the boundless energy that could sustain it for thousands of years!
(End of this chapter)