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Chapter 1798 Chang Wei: Wait, I'm coming right away.
The deep sea, cold and icy, capable of crushing steel, is not silent.

Instead, it was dominated by a deep, continuous roar. This violent energy did not dissipate completely, but instead bounced and superimposed wildly among the seabed topography, forming countless chaotic and incredibly powerful deep-sea turbulent whirlpools.

Like invisible giant hands, they recklessly tore at everything in this sea area, stirring up deadly undercurrents.

At the heart of this chaos, Tony Stark—his iconic gold and red Mark armor now stained with the marks of impact and energy burns, resembling scrap metal just pulled from a furnace—gritted his teeth.

He propelled the armor's remaining thrusters, and the jets no longer emitted the stable and efficient exhaust plumes of the past, but rather intermittent, blinding blue-white turbulence characteristic of energy overload.

His hands, encased in massive steel arm armor, were gripping a twisted and deformed escape pod.

Through the cracked observation window in the bulkhead, Natasha Romanov's pale face could be seen. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was weak, and her vital signs were flashing a chilling orange-red alarm on Jarvis's monitoring screen.

"Damn it... the water flow in this godforsaken place is worse than Manhattan's rush hour traffic!"

Tony's voice came through the armor's built-in communicator, visibly panting and anxious, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out between his teeth.

The thrusters were once again violently struck by a surging torrent, causing the armor to shake violently and emit a sickening metallic scraping sound.

"Jarvis, maintain your composure! Prioritize energy for the attitude stabilizer! Natasha can't be harmed!"

"I'm doing my best, sir."

Jarvis's voice remained calm, but beneath that calm lay immense computational pressure.

"The level of environmental interference continues to rise. The energy density contained in the turbulence exceeds expectations. Preliminary analysis indicates that it includes infrasonic oscillations and high-intensity fluid shear forces, and the structural integrity of the armor is under severe test. The thruster output is already 15% overloaded, and there is a risk of meltdown if this continues."

Just as Tony was struggling to hold on, a huge figure emitting a faint blue light suddenly rushed up from the dark water below and steadily braced its shoulder against the violently shaking bottom of the escape pod.

It's Steve Rogers.

His current form was extremely bizarre: his body had swelled to nearly three meters, and the outline of his bulging muscles was faintly visible under his dark blue skin. That skin was not a pure human skin color, but was covered with a layer of tiny scales that looked like sapphire crystals, shimmering with an inhuman luster in the dim light of the deep sea—this was the origin of Tony's "giant Smurf".

Tony's heart nearly skipped a beat when the HUD inside his helmet instantly locked onto the figure.

Steve looked up, and his once clear and determined blue eyes now seemed to have tiny golden vertical lines flashing in the depths of their pupils, as cold as a wild beast.

He was breathing heavily, each breath producing a lot of bubbles, and a low, unintelligible gurgling sound came from his throat.

Tony let out a long, silent breath, a huge feeling of exhaustion mixed with relief welling up inside him.

Beneath the helmet visor, his taut jawline relaxed slightly.

"Thank God...it seems that Bruce Banner's 'lesson' has served as a warning to you."

He muttered something under his breath, and his anxiety subsided for the time being.

Steve hadn't completely lost control, which was almost the only glimmer of hope in this desperate situation. "Sir, Captain Steve doesn't seem to have lost his mind. His addition has significantly improved the towing efficiency, and the escape pod's stability has increased by 37%."

Jarvis reported in a timely manner.

"Alright, great! Then stop talking nonsense, Popsicle, give us a hand! We need to get this thing out of this damn hydrotherapy tub!"

Tony refocused and pushed the thrusters up again.

"Jarvis, calculate the best ascent path, avoiding the most dangerous vortexes! Meanwhile, keep calling for backup! I need to know which interstellar bar our 'outside help' is hanging out in!"

However, the pain Steve was enduring at this moment was far beyond Tony's imagination.

Because a war is raging within their bodies, a war ten thousand times more dangerous than the deep-sea currents outside.

He could clearly "feel" that the alien cells originating from Godzilla—a cold, violent power with an ancient, savage aura—were proliferating and spreading wildly through his blood vessels, nerves, and muscle fibers.

Like molten lava, they brutally rewrite and reshape cellular structures wherever they go, causing abnormal increases in bone density, tearing muscle fibers and forcibly connecting them with tougher, more inhuman tissues, and causing scales under the skin to itch and grow.

A primal urge to completely transform his body into some enormous, ferocious deep-sea behemoth surged through his will like a tidal wave.

This force almost devoured him.

However, just as the Godzilla cells were wreaking havoc, another equally powerful but completely different force was thoroughly enraged.

That's the gamma radiation energy contained in Bruce Banner's blood—the blood of the Hulk!

It was like a ferocious beast whose territory had been invaded, and it instantly went berserk.

The Hulk's power is not simply an enhancement of physical strength; it represents the pure energy of anger and destruction.

At this moment, this green energy, like boiling acid, roared and surged through Steve's veins, frantically attacking, tearing, and neutralizing the Godzilla cells that were transforming his body.

Two forces collided, canceled out, and annihilated each other within his body. Each clash brought excruciating pain, as if countless tiny bombs were exploding deep within his bone marrow.

Steve's muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and beneath his pale blue skin, irregular, rock-like lumps would sometimes bulge out (Godzilla cells were gaining the upper hand), and at other times, a morbid, fleeting green light would emanate from them (Hulk blood was retaliating). He almost roared out in pain, but he clenched his teeth tightly and suppressed the sound deep in his throat.

The third foreign substance—Osborn Industries' Green Goblin Serum—after completing the initial round of brutal enhancement of Steve's basic physical abilities (strength, speed, and endurance were all improved to levels far exceeding those of the Super Soldier Serum), seemed to have encountered an impenetrable wall against its terrifying side effects, which were enough to distort personality and induce violence and darkness.

Steve Rogers' unwavering will, honed by the Super Soldier Serum and tempered by seventy years of ice, along with his almost obsessive moral compass, formed an unshakeable spiritual fortress, firmly keeping out the Green Goblin serum's spiritual corruption.

It could only stir restlessly in the corner, unable to truly erode his core consciousness.

(End of this chapter)