Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1785 The Newborn Monster
The alarm was a sharp, piercing background noise, the ground shook violently, and the metal structure groaned, twisted, and cracked in a teeth-grinding manner.

The icy, bone-chilling seawater, carrying the pungent smell of engine oil and corroded metal, surged in from all directions in an instant!

The cold metal, like the fangs of a giant beast, bit deep into his thigh and side. The excruciating pain made his vision go black, and his warm blood instantly spread in the icy seawater.

"My life is over!"

Despair, like the icy waters of this dark, deep sea, seeps into my very bones.

My teeth were chattering uncontrollably, partly from the biting cold and partly from the uncontrollable fear deep in my soul.

He pounded futilely on the unmoving hatch with his fists, the slight pain from his broken knuckles seeming so insignificant in the face of the overwhelming shadow of death.

Through that distorted, cracked observation window, there was absolute nothingness outside.

Eternal darkness, eternal silence.

One thousand five hundred meters!

That's terrifying water pressure, enough to crush a main battle tank into a thin iron disc!
He could even "hear"—no, "feel"—the invisible, terrifying pressure from all directions, tightening little by little through the deformed bulkhead, squeezing the fragile metal cage, and squeezing himself as well.

Deep in his consciousness, the image of that body's end was crystal clear: like a grape easily crushed by a giant's fingers, flesh, bones, and internal organs were ground into an indistinguishable mass of scarlet paste in a fraction of a second, then completely dispersed and swallowed by the cold, merciless ocean currents, finally disappearing into this eternal tomb where even sunlight cannot reach.

He died without a complete body, and no one even knows the exact burial place of "Crossbones" Brock Rumlow.

A ridiculous, silent period.

This thought hurts more than the wound, and is colder than the sea.

Not reconciled!
This molten emotion erupted and surged against the current amidst his icy despair!

He still has so many ambitions yet to be ignited! He hasn't been able to tear off Steve Rogers's hypocritical mask of "American spirit" and crush it into the mud with the sole of his boot!
He has not yet been able to truly stand at the very top of the Hydra power pyramid, overlooking the new order world that he has helped create (and firmly believes will eventually achieve)!

How could... how could I be like an insignificant bug, arbitrarily and meaninglessly crushed to death here by fate?!

"Do not--!"

This silent cry exploded in his chest, carrying a power that tore his soul apart!
Almost at the same instant that thought erupted, an indescribable pain suddenly exploded from the depths of his body!
This is not the squeezing of external water pressure, nor the sharp pain of a torn wound, but a violent tremor originating from the cellular level, as if the entire life structure is being forcibly dismantled and reassembled!

The deep, bone-exposing wounds originating from the metal rips on his thighs and sides were sending waves of indescribable, tingling, and burning sensations through his scalp.

Rumlow looked down sharply, and in the murky blood, he saw a strange sight—at the edge of the wound, there were wisps of extremely faint, almost imperceptible, ghostly blue light flickering and wriggling, like tiny living stars, greedily crawling along the rolled-up flesh and ruptured blood vessels, frantically drilling into his body!
"Uh-huh...!"

An uncontrollable, agonizing roar escaped from his clenched teeth. The pale blue substance, once inside his body, felt like millions of red-hot steel needles piercing every cell nucleus!

What followed was a swelling sensation a hundred times more terrifying than being pricked by a needle, as if every cell was being forcibly stretched and torn apart!
A series of sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sounds erupted from deep within his bones, as if he were being repeatedly forged, stretched, and reshaped by an invisible giant hammer!
The skin was forcibly stretched and torn like inferior leather, and then frantically repaired itself and grew an unusually tough stratum corneum in the dim blue light.

The blood vessels bulge and swell under the skin, like a winding, dark blue river, each pulsation bringing an impact like a landslide or tsunami.

Even more terrifying is the mutation of the senses.

The monotonous metallic groans and the hissing of the seawater in my ears were suddenly amplified a thousand times, turning into a deafening noise storm!

At the heart of this noisy storm, he heard for the first time the sharp hiss of high-pressure water flowing through tiny cracks. Even... through layers of twisted bulkheads and surging seawater, he caught an extremely faint, extremely distant, yet rhythmic and powerful pulsation—life, an immense life! Was it Godzilla?!
The inhuman pain nearly destroyed his will.

He huddled between the icy seawater and the deformed metal, his body convulsing uncontrollably, each bone growth and muscle tear bringing new torment.

Sweat (if that viscous, bluish-green liquid can still be called sweat) instantly soaked through his tattered combat suit.

The eerie blue light grew stronger, illuminating the cramped space like a ghostly realm through the torn clothing and skin.

His vision became strange, no longer relying on faint light, but sensing subtle disturbances in the water flow, temperature gradients, and even... differences in material density!

He saw the stress points inside the metal structure of the hatch and the precise path through which the seawater rushed in.

Just as he was on the verge of collapse, a primal and violent power originating from the depths of his bloodline, like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, was completely ignited and detonated by the blood of Godzilla, the pressure of death in this desperate situation, and his own unwillingness to burn everything!

"Roar--!"

A superhuman roar finally broke through the blockage in his throat!

This roar is no longer a desperate lament, but a triumphant cry announcing new life!

Its deep, resonant sound, with a metallic, friction-like quality, vibrated wildly within the cramped cabin, even briefly drowning out the terrifying groans of the deep-sea pressure squeezing metal!
Brock Rumlow abruptly looked up.

Those once sharp human eyes now seemed to be ignited with two clusters of dark blue, inextinguishable flames deep within their pupils, cold and violent.

He could feel the terrifying water pressure that had almost crushed him now acting on his transformed body. Although it was still as heavy as a mountain, it was no longer an irresistible catastrophe!
An unprecedented, explosive power surged within him, like magma surging deep within the earth's crust. Surrounded by icy seawater, he was no longer merely a messenger of death, but rather a medium that could be perceived, understood, and even... utilized.
An extremely crazy idea, like a lightning bolt flashing in the darkness, illuminated his deep blue eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, the one whose finger bones had been shattered from smashing the door.

The deep blue, lifelike veins are clearly visible beneath the skin, extending all the way to the fingertips.

(End of this chapter)