Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

When Doctor Octopus's mechanical tentacles were peeled off, they made a sickening metallic scraping sound.

Those high-density alloy creations convulsed and curled up on the experimental table like dying octopus tentacles, and were finally firmly fixed to the dissection rack by several electromagnetic locks.

Shen Jue stood under the operating lights, his fingertips hovering above the exposed posterior cervical nerve interface of Otto Octavius, the golden magnetic light probing into it like fine threads.

He spent less than a minute disabling the neural connection system and completely removing the four robotic arms, without causing any irreversible damage to Otto's spine.

Dou Sha Bao handed over a nerve stabilizer at the right moment, while Blue Light Eyes scanned Otto's EEG.

"Brain function remains intact," Dou Sha Bao said.

"Much better than expected."

Shen Jue nodded: "Otto's most valuable asset is his scientific mind."

"Becoming a lousy, third-rate villain will only lower the bar for his life."

Next up is Dr. Lizard.

Shen Jue did not rush to extract the regeneration serum, but instead first reverse-engineered Kurt Connors's gene chain.

That set of reptilian sequences, already intertwined with human DNA, is like a greedy vine, binding his original genes tightly.

Shen Jue stood in front of the biological isolation chamber for a while, and the magnetic field around him rose and fell like breathing.

An electromagnetic stripping operation with atomic precision removed the lizard genes from Connors' chromosomes.

Throughout the process, Connors' body convulsed violently inside the isolation chamber.

The scales peeled off in pieces, and new tissue was wriggling at the broken arm.

When the hatch opened, inside lay a pale-skinned, weakly breathing middle-aged man.

His limbs were intact, his face was haggard, but he was no longer the green crawling monster.

Shen Jue stepped forward, looked down at him, and said, "A biologist?"

"It's enough."

The development of the regenerated serum also proceeded smoothly.

Shen Jue extracted the remaining reptile regeneration factor from Connors' body and re-edited it.

The original defect, the gene expression that would induce a reptilian atavism, has been completely eliminated.

The new serum was a clear, pale gold color, and it was stored in a low-temperature sealed bottle, like a small bottle of purified sunlight.

Shen Jue picked it up, examined it against the light for a moment, and then handed it to the red bean bun.

"We'll inject the rhinoceros later and record the serum's effects."

The process of dismantling the rhinoceros was not bloody.

When the red bean bun used a high-frequency vibrating knife to cut through the dented alloy armor, it revealed the mechanical interface that was intertwined with the human nervous system.

Alexei Sitsevich's body has been mechanically modified to almost 60 percent extent, with his organs and spine embedded in a metal frame.

The red bean bun precisely stripped away all the mechanical structures of the rhinoceros.

The mechanical armor, now without power, was quickly and completely stripped away, leaving behind a massive metal skeleton.

Shen Jue injected the rhinoceros with regenerative serum.

Alexei let out a very low groan in his coma, and the wounds that had been removed from the machinery began to heal at a visible speed.

Damaged skin regenerates, and bones that have been compressed by metal for a long time gradually return to their original positions.

His body was much thinner than before the transformation, with his chest and limbs covered in light pink new flesh, but his vital signs had stabilized.

Shen Jue put down the syringe, walked to the control panel, and looked at the vital signs data of the three people on the screen.

"A physicist, a biologist, and a military-grade cyborg," he said casually.

"Get rid of the military-grade cyborgs."

"I feel like this guy is taking up too much space here."

Doushabao stood beside him, tilting her head: "Is Father going to take them in as his subordinates?"

Shen Jue chuckled: "Of course, I enjoy dealing with intelligent people."

"Scholars with extensive knowledge can be of use to us."

"A guy whose only memories are of violence and killing."

"It's of no use to me."

Shen Jue paused, her gaze falling on Doctor Octopus and Doctor Lizard.

"Their brains are far more interesting than the frail beauties of this world."

"I'm thinking of going to Asgard."

"Let's see if there are any female warriors who can fight."

"A perfectly regenerative serum is enough to give some people a major headache."

Red bean bun blinked its blue, luminous eyes: "Father."

"I had a premonition."

"That's our lovely little neighbor, Spider."

"He'll be bringing his friends."

"To rescue his former adversary."

"Hehe, this is really interesting!"

Shen Jue turned around and chuckled softly, "Then it's alright."

"But I'm really curious about Spider-Man's expression."

After yet another live television broadcast ended, it was as if a silent bomb had been dropped on the streets of New York.

Thousands of people flocked in from all directions, blocking the road in front of the television station building.

Holding up their phones, they shouted Shen Jue's name. Some knelt on the ground, some wept, and some repeated the same sentence at the top of their lungs: "Please heal me."

When Shen Jue walked out of the side door of the building, the scene was almost out of control.

Security personnel were scattered by the crowd, and the sound of police sirens was drowned out by screams and cries.

Just as the people in the front row were about to pounce on him, an invisible electromagnetic barrier gently unfolded, keeping everyone several meters away.

Kim and Scarface and the others quietly followed behind him.

Shen Jue did not rush to leave.

He stopped, looked around, and then raised a hand to signal for quiet.

The noisy crowd actually quieted down gradually.

Shen Jue spoke, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"I can tell you anything you want to know."

Someone in the crowd asked, trembling, "You cured that woman on TV, her cancer, her spine, really completely?"

Shen Jue looked at the person and smiled slightly: "That is absolutely true."

"But all that I can do is not just because of my talent as a priest."

"We rely even more on the universal serum I developed."

Shen Jue tilted his head slightly, and Jin, behind him, took out a small, low-temperature sealed bottle from under his robe.

The pale golden liquid swirled under the light, like the sun contained in a bottle.

"The universal blood and qi can cure all diseases, repair limbs, and reverse organ failure," Shen Jue said.

"I will start selling in New York."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"What's the price?" someone asked, their voice trembling.

"How much does something like this cost?"

Shen Jue raised a finger.

One dollar.

The air froze for a second.

Immediately afterwards, cheers erupted like a tsunami. Countless people cried and laughed at the same time, reaching out their hands in his direction, as if they could be saved just by touching the hem of his clothes.

At the edge of this frenzied crowd, several black cars quietly came to a stop.

Behind the car window sat representatives from several of the largest medical conglomerates in the United States.

They had just finished watching the live stream and then witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

A man's tablet fell onto the car floor. The screen was displaying his company's stock price curve in real time, and it seemed that the green line would plummet like a guillotine in the coming hours.

"One dollar? Is he crazy?" someone muttered in the car.

Another middle-aged man loosened his tie, his face pale, and dialed a number: "Contact Washington immediately, contact the Food and Drug Administration, contact the military!"

"Anyone! That's impossible, he can't do that!"

But none of them dared to get off the bus.

Because the way those people outside were looking at me no longer seemed like they were looking at a stranger.

They looked at him like a god.

Shen Jue stood in the center of the crowd, his expression still gentle, like a preacher facing a fanatical follower.

"Let everyone go back first," he said softly, but his voice carried throughout the entire street.

"The serum supply is unlimited, and I will sell it publicly in New York City."

"It won't be long before it appears in every community pharmacy around you."

The crowd erupted in cheers again.

The police were completely unable to maintain order and could only manage to clear one lane.

Shen Jue's lips curled up slightly. He knew that he had just personally pushed down the first domino in this world's old medical system.

And this was only his first step.

Within an hour of the news breaking, the top five medical consortia in the United States held an emergency board meeting.

The CEOs who usually have gentle smiles in front of the camera during the video conference now look like they've been forced to swallow a whole lemon—sour, bloated, and unable to spit it out.

They don't care how many people a dollar can save.

They only care about what their group's annual revenue of hundreds of billions of dollars would become if that number were true.

No one wants to say it out loud, but everyone knows in their hearts that American healthcare has never been about curing patients.

Now that I'm cured, who will buy the medicine? Who will collect the surgery fees?

How can those who rely on dialysis, chemotherapy, and imported special drugs to stay alive continue to be a perpetual ATM?

So while they were shouting in the media, "We need to ensure the safety of the serum," they were also sending lobbying groups to Washington with boxes of cash.

In the offices of members of Congress, relevant bills were drafted overnight.

Experts from the Food and Drug Administration were summoned to a closed-door meeting with only one topic: the universal serum must be illegal, or even if it is legal, it must be made illegal.

Insurance companies couldn't sit still any longer either.

What they fear most is the word "cure," because cure means stopping premium payments, which means all actuarial models become instantly obsolete.

They started spreading rumors that a one-dollar serum would destroy the healthcare industry, cause tens of millions of people to lose their jobs, and collapse the American economy.

This makes it sound like the American economy is only surviving because patients don't get better.

Actually?

When a child at school suddenly suffers from an asthma attack, the parents are initially worried that calling an ambulance will cost $1,200.

An elderly man broke his femur but preferred to lie on the floor rather than go to the hospital because a single visit to the emergency room would cost him six months' worth of pension money.

Every month, patients with chronic diseases go to the pharmacy and hand over a stack of banknotes like offerings, in exchange for a small box of pills that may cost less than three dollars.

Healthcare companies invented the "deductible," making you think that having insurance means you're all set, only to find out when you actually get sick that you have to pay $5,000 out of pocket before your insurance payout.

They even invented a debt-based survival method, where cancer patients work to pay off their debts while undergoing chemotherapy. Even after the patient dies, the bills remain, and the family has to continue paying them off.

This system is as sophisticated as a building constructed with human bones as steel bars and despair as cement.

It doesn't kill people; it just keeps you alive and then slowly pays you.

So when Shen Jue stood on the street and said "one dollar," those big shots in the white towers truly felt fear.

They're not afraid the serum is harmful; they're afraid it's effective.

"Effective" means that no one needs them anymore.

This drives them crazy more than a hundred superhuman villains.

So they started to smear him.

Shen Jue is a cult leader in the public sphere, and the source of the serum is unknown. That one dollar is some kind of conspiracy to control people's minds.

The experts sent by the medical group expressed their concerns on television: "We are worried about the safety of patients, and we hope that the public will not be blinded by cheap miracles."

Shen Jue sat on the sofa in the warehouse he had transformed into a cutting-edge laboratory, watching the righteous and stern faces in the news, and almost knocked over the water glass that Dou Sha Bao handed him with a laugh.

"I'm getting anxious," Shen Jue said.

Dou Sha Bao whispered from the side, "Father, mutant assassins and superhuman mercenaries are gathering."

Shen Jue waved his hand: "No rush, let them come. It'll enrich my lab data."

"I want to see what's going on."

"Now, Nick Fury will probably be the first to get restless, won't he?"