Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1765: Original soup transformed into original food

At this moment, however, it was being torn apart and swallowed like a hyena devouring carrion by that tiny insect that it could have crushed into cosmic dust with just a thought or a breath!
The humiliation was like a million poisonous thorns, piercing deep into Connors's core consciousness, a hundred times worse than the pain of his body being torn apart.

A furious rage, powerful enough to incinerate the stars, instantly ignited its shattered heart, driving it to charge forward almost recklessly, using its remaining claws to tear that despicable thief to shreds!

Its depleted nuclear reactor convulsed violently from this extreme rage, forcibly squeezing out a few weak streams of energy that sparked a few futile electrical sparks on its jagged spines.

However, that tiny spark was instantly swallowed up by the storm-like torrent of energy emanating from Norman above as he ate.

Reality is cold and cruel.

Its remaining rationality forcefully suppressed the urge for revenge.

I feel so weak right now.

With energy depleted and the body broken and tattered, the nuclear reactor's power was barely enough to sustain basic life activities.

And that thief, that Norman… Connors’s crimson eyes contracted as he coldly assessed the gigantic shadow above, radiating terrifying light and heat.

Norman, who had devoured part of its body, had swelled to a terrifying height of 100 meters, his body surging with energy, like a walking, living nuclear explosion.

Each bite, each burst of energy, demonstrated the absolute power the opponent possessed, enough to easily crush its mangled body.

Rushing in is not revenge, it's courting death, it's adding another insignificant "sweet treat" to the other side.

The raging flames burning in Connors' eyes were instantly extinguished as if by freezing water, leaving only cold darkness that had been accumulated for millions of years.

That was an extreme form of forbearance belonging to apex predators and ancient beings.

It moved its broken body slowly and silently, using the jagged rocky ridges and turbulent, radioactive currents in the deep sea as cover, like the deadliest ghost in the deep sea, silently approaching the area above that was stirred up by Norman's feeding and filled with high-energy flesh and blood fragments.

Norman's attention was completely drawn to the complete "divine flesh" before him.

The intense Godzilla life signal and high-energy radiation acted like a giant magnet, firmly attracting his senses.

In contrast, the energy fluctuations emanating from Connors's barely regenerated body were as faint as a dying ember, mixed in with the grand background noise of Norman's own energy eruption and the radiation of the "divine flesh," and could not arouse his alarm in the slightest.

He was so engrossed in the ecstasy of his growing power and the agony of his torn flesh that he was oblivious to the deadly shadow that was creeping closer.

Connors successfully crept to the edge of the shadow cast by Norman's enormous figure, hiding behind a giant rock that had collapsed under Norman's footsteps.

This is where the debris from Norman's bite primarily landed.

A huge chunk of flesh, covered in viscous blue blood and wrapped in shimmering energy meridians, was accidentally thrown off by Norman as he tore it apart. It rolled around like a burning meteorite and crashed heavily not far from the giant rock where Connors was hiding.

The scalding flesh instantly boiled the seawater it came into contact with, releasing intense radioactive steam.

Connors did not hesitate at all.

Its broken body burst forth with astonishing speed—not towards Norman, but towards that piece of slag that radiated an alluring luster and surging radiation! Its massive jaws opened to their limit, and one could even hear the groans of its broken jawbone from overstretching.

It swallowed the piece of flesh, which was larger than its head, in one gulp!
It lacked the earth-shattering spectacle of Norman swallowing a star.

This piece of flesh and blood might not even be considered a snack for Connors at his peak.

But at this moment, for its dried-up bio-atomic furnace, this was tantamount to pouring a mouthful of life into it when it was dying in the middle of the desert!
The moment the flesh and blood entered the stomach, a torrent of pure, rich, and far more powerful radiation energy than the one that it had painstakingly extracted from the surrounding seawater suddenly erupted!

This energy is so familiar; it originates from the very essence of its own flesh and blood!

Its tattered stomach and absorptive tissues operated frantically, greedily extracting every bit of energy and genetic information from the flesh and blood.

The energy flow, like a burst dam, surged into its core, which was on the verge of extinction, deep within its chest.

"Buzz...hum..."

A deep, dry, yet powerful hum resounded from the depths of Connors's ravaged chest.

That sound was like a star engine that had been dormant for billions of years, reigniting the first spark in the endless, cold silence.

The dark, lifeless walls of its bio-atomic furnace, with their cracked, grayish living metal tissues resembling dried-up riverbeds, suddenly lit up!
It was no longer a blazing white light, but a deep, ominous dark red glow, like molten lava surging deep within the earth, carrying a suppressed yet tenacious vitality.

The dark red halo struggled, yet stubbornly spread and proliferated inside the furnace cavity.

Deep within the furnace, the fission reaction, as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, suddenly surged forward as if injected with high-energy fuel!
Although it is far from reaching its peak ferocity, a stable energy output has finally been re-established.

A warm (for Godzilla) sense of power began to flow into the limbs and bones of its broken body through the reactivated energy channels.

The jagged skeleton seemed to have been infused with a bit of resilience, and the thin muscle tissue swelled up slightly, radiating a faint yet real aura of energy.

Its ancient repair system, which was on the verge of stagnation due to energy deficiency, finally began to accelerate after receiving nourishment from this "original soup transforming original food".

A subtle, crackling sound, like crystal growing, rang out beneath its broken bone fragments and torn membranes.

Although slow, its body is undergoing a true, self-healing rebirth, nourished by the dregs that its opponents consider garbage.

Connors's crimson eyes were fixed on the enormous black shadow above, still greedily tearing at its precious body—Norman Osborn.

Its colossal body, hundreds of meters long, and surging plasma flow caused its heart to convulse with rage with every bite.

That was its power! Its authority! And now it has been stolen and squandered by a mere insect!
A chilling killing intent, like an absolute zero cold current, condensed and swirled deep within the atomic furnace that Connors had rekindled.

The dark red glow of the furnace reflected in the depths of its cold pupils, like congealed blood.

It ceased emitting any energy fluctuations, even actively suppressing the life signals that had just begun to recover, and merging itself deeper into the shadows of this dark sea, churned by radiation.

(End of this chapter)