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Chapter 1777 Steve Rogers!

The blood factors, imbued with terrifying power, that emanated from the core of the battlefield, were being drawn towards the damaged hull by an invisible magnet, under the precise guidance of Chang Wei's will.

An even more deadly danger is quietly creeping in.

The seawater, mixed with silt and metal fragments, stubbornly squeezed in from the cracks, had an eerie darker color.

They were no longer pure deep blue, but faintly revealed several imperceptible streaks of other colors—a very pale fluorescent green, almost obscured by turbidity; a few drops of dark red, like concentrated magma, which strangely did not cool down quickly in the cold seawater, but instead emitted a faint burning sensation; and a small patch of viscous, dark green liquid that shimmered with an eerie metallic luster.

These were the deadly substances that Chang Wei had precisely "extracted" and gathered from that bloody killing field under his guidance: the high-concentration blood containing violent gamma energy that was splashed out when Hulk was torn apart by Godzilla's teeth. Even if it was diluted by seawater a billion times, its core radiation distortion characteristics were forcibly condensed and locked under Chang Wei's will.
Norman Osborn's blood, a mixture of Godzilla's original genetic fragments and Green Goblin serum, is highly toxic and possesses a frenzied corrosive quality; while Dr. Kurt Connors's blood, the purest and closest to the origin of the ancient Titans, contains the dual codes of rebirth and destruction.

At this moment, they were like venomous snakes that had been given life, silently winding and converging in the cold seawater, clearly targeting the wounds that Steve Rogers had suffered from the impact and friction—a bloody gash on his arm caused by a broken pipe, and his forehead that was ruptured and bleeding from the violent impact.

In excruciating pain, Steve was thrown against the bulkhead again, his wound on his arm scraping against the edge of a crack gushing with murky seawater. Instantly, an indescribable, complex, and intense pain surged through his entire body like a high-voltage electric current!
First came the biting cold, which was then replaced by a strange burning sensation, as if tiny particles of lava had burrowed deep into the wound.

Immediately following was a sharp pain, as if the muscle fibers were being forcibly torn and stretched, accompanied by a strange, tingling sensation deep within the bones, as if countless tiny needles were growing wildly inside.

Finally, a sharp, piercing, and chilling malice suddenly seized his nerves, carrying a primal urge to wreak havoc and tear everything apart.

"Ugh—!"

An barely suppressed groan escaped Steve's clenched teeth, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner lining.

He jerked his arm back, staring in horror at the wound—the surrounding skin was turning a strange bluish-gray at a visible speed, with fine, fluorescent green lines, like those on a circuit board, spreading faintly beneath the skin.

At the same time, an indescribable heat rose from within his body, creating a cruel contrast with the icy cold of the seawater outside the cabin, almost tearing him apart.

Something extremely terrifying... has entered!

His pupils contracted sharply due to the excruciating pain and the fear of the unknown.

Chang Wei's perception was like an invisible, precise probe, piercing through the churning seawater and twisted metal, firmly locking onto Steve Rogers' body, which was being frantically invaded by foreign objects and was on the verge of collapse.

The groans of every cell brutally torn apart and forcibly glued back together by gamma rays, the tremors of every nerve being eroded and burned by the Green Goblin serum toxin, the heart-pounding frenzy caused by the primal, savage impact of the Godzilla genes...

Stark's dazzling armor was nothing more than a toy built with money; what he was injecting into Steve's body was the key to unlocking the essence of life—a key that combined destruction and possibility.

This carefully crafted "cocktail" combines the Hulk's unparalleled brute strength, Godzilla's resilience derived from the ancient Earth's core and the potential of its atomic breath, and the near-manic physical enhancement brought about by the Green Goblin serum... Although brutal, it is efficient enough.

Steve huddled in the corner of the violently shaking escape pod, each heartbeat heavy like a warhammer pounding, echoing hollowly in the cramped metal space. At the edge of his vision, flashing, snowflake-like spots of light spread wildly, threatening to engulf everything.

The burning sensation under the skin became increasingly violent, as if lava was flowing through the veins, creating a torture-like pull against the coldness of the external seawater.

He clenched his teeth tightly, the salty, metallic taste of blood filling his mouth—evidence that his gums had been bitten through.

Around the wound on his arm, the bluish-gray area was expanding at a visible speed, like ominous moss spreading, and the fluorescent green veins beneath it were getting brighter and brighter, like tiny, electrified trenches.

Even more terrifying, a subtle, chilling crackling sound was faintly emanating from deep within his own bones, as if something was frantically reshaping his structure inside.

"Uh... ah..."

Broken groans could no longer be suppressed, squeezing out from his spasming throat. He tried in vain to clench his fists against the force tearing him apart from within, but his fingers were stiff and unresponsive, like rusty gears.

Sweat mixed with the seeping seawater blurred his vision.

Through the hazy shimmering water, he vaguely saw that the skin on the back of his hand, which was pressed against the crack, seemed... unusually taut, faintly displaying a reptilian-like keratinous texture? Or was it just a hallucination caused by lack of oxygen and excruciating pain?

Fear, like the cold seawater outside the cabin, washed over the soldier's heart for the first time with such real intensity.

This is not the fear of facing a hail of bullets or a powerful enemy, but the immense horror stemming from the life instinct of losing control of oneself and the unknown monster that is hatching within one's body.

He struggled to lift his head and look out through the spiderweb-like cracks of the observation window at the eternally churning abyss of darkness.

There was no light, no hope, only endless pressure and... a cold, icy figure watching him walk toward the unknown?

Just as he was on the verge of collapse, a primal, violent rage, completely unlike anything Steve Rogers had ever felt, exploded out of the depths of his soul without warning!

Like a volcano that has been dormant for millions of years suddenly erupting, it instantly shattered the dam of his proud will.

This rage had no specific target; it was directed at this damned cage, at the damned vortex outside, at the excruciating pain tearing at his body, and even... at the presence casting a cold gaze from the shadows!

A low, inhuman roar, a mixture of pain and destructive impulse, finally broke through Steve's clenched teeth and exploded in the desperate escape pod!

The roar crashed and bounced wildly between the violently trembling metal bulkheads, like the last roar of a trapped beast, carrying a terrifying primal wildness that briefly drowned out the roar of the tsunami outside and the groans of the metal structure that could not bear the weight.

(End of this chapter)