American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

"No, stop now, Fleischer and I are linked spiritually..."

"If you kill it, I will also be seriously injured..."

Just when Jonathan wanted to crush Fleischer's head with force, the venom, which finally realized the seriousness of the matter, instantly condensed into a ball and appeared in front of Jonathan in the shape of a small head.

"Brother... I have no grudge against you..."

"Oh? You don't seem to have the qualifications to bargain with me..."

"And... speaking of the spiritual world, do you want to try this?"

Thinking of this, Jonathan pinched Fleischer's skull, and with his other hand, he pulled away the sticky gelatin covering his face, revealing Fleischer who was already unconscious inside.

"Very good... Now, look straight into my eyes..."

Fleischer's eyes unconsciously focused while swaying, and gradually looked into Jonathan's eyes.

And at this moment, Jonathan's whole body suddenly burst out with a black mist.

The entire face began to distort from the hideous pink and white, and gradually turned into an indescribable black.

[Unlocking the fear form]

[Without any hindrance, there is no fear, far away from the upside-down dream, and finally Nirvana. ]

[Distorted panic]

[Temporarily detached from reality, escaped the definition of physical laws, electronic instruments cannot capture, and became the abstract concept of "fear" itself.

Indescribable, cannot be selected, those who look directly will see the most terrifying things in their hearts and collapse]

[Shura Field]

[Automatically transformed into killing form after activation, in the area/self-accumulation, the higher the fear value, the more reality is distorted, and the law follows the words]

As Jonathan activated the fear form, the air around him instantly became sticky.

The black mist entangled like a living thing, and the originally distorted face completely lost its human form.

Countless tentacles extended from his body, each of which flashed an ominous light.

"Let's play a game..."

In Fleischer's ears, Jonathan's voice was no longer a human tone, but a strange sound mixed with electric noise and screams.

"See how long you can last."

The next second, Fleischer felt that he was dragged into a distorted dimension.

There was no sky or ground here, and in front of him was a dark and endless non-Euclidean space. Every corner was constantly reorganizing, forming a disgusting geometric pattern.

Some ancient evil language came from the darkness, as if it came from the whispers at the beginning of the universe.

Those voices echoed in Fleischer's mind, and every syllable made his reason collapse further.

"Look at me..."

In the spiritual world, a deep gully cracked in the center of a twisted and indescribable body, oozing out some semi-solid substance and exuding a rotten smell.

As the gully expanded, countless wriggling organs and limbs began to emerge from it, stretching, wriggling, and entangled in the void.

Their surfaces were covered with dense holes, each of which contained an eyeball, whose pupils were geometrically shaped and constantly distorted.

When Fleischer saw them, they turned at the same time, locking their sights on Fleischer.

Suddenly, countless human faces emerged from the mass of matter. These faces were in an extremely distorted state.

Some were screaming, some were crying, and some were smiling wildly.

They kept overlapping and merging, forming even more terrifying patterns.

The faces showed not ordinary pain, but mental collapse after seeing something indescribable.

Countless tentacles followed.

The tips of these tentacles had open mouths, revealing layers of jagged teeth.

Something seemed to be wriggling between the teeth, some tongue-like organs, but the shape and texture were completely contrary to biological principles.

Fleischer's pupils suddenly contracted.

"No... stop... what is this..." Fleischer hugged his head in pain, cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

Memories began to shatter, the shadow of childhood abuse by his father, the nightmare of school bullying in adolescence, and the failures and betrayals he experienced as an adult.

These traumatic memories that should have been buried suddenly emerged and distorted.

Each memory was distorted and became more terrifying than before.

He saw his father, who was drunk and raised his belt when he was young, and his face gradually twisted into a wriggling black shadow.

His sanity was rapidly draining away.

Panic, anxiety, and despair engulfed him like a tide. He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

Venom was connected to Fleischer's spirit, so it naturally saw these, and Fleischer's spirit collapsed for a time.

At this moment, JonahMori took action.

His palm turned into a sharp blade, accurately cutting into the spiritual connection between Fleischer and Venom.

"Hiss..."

Venom hissed in pain, and it tried to resist, but it couldn't jump up at all under Jonathan's operation.

Jonathan hummed a little tune and peeled Venom from Fleischer's body inch by inch. The black liquid splashed in the air, making a sound similar to blood spurting.

This process was extremely painful. Fleischer, who was on the verge of collapse, could even clearly feel that his spirit was being torn apart.

Finally, Jonathan's operation was done.

Ignoring Fleischer, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, Jonathan grabbed Venom, which had turned into a ball of solid petroleum, shook it casually, and then threw it into the system space.

At the same time, on the other side.

"Damn... What is Harry doing? Why don't you answer the phone!"

In the laboratory in the sewer, Peter anxiously put down his mobile phone.

Connors is an employee of Osborn. If you want to find him, you must find Harry, the second generation who can be responsible for the Osborn project.

But this bastard... won't he go to pick up girls again?

Peter made several calls, but Jonathan didn't answer.

There was no way, the anxious Peter had to call his girlfriend Gwen.

"Hey... Gwen, where are you now?"

"Peter? How are you, are you okay? I'm back home now... Are you not injured?"

"Ahem... No, but I found something very bad."

In order not to worry Gwen, Peter pretended to be calm.

"What is it?"

"It's about Dr. Connors, he... he's planning something terrible."

"What happened?"

"I found his secret lab in the sewer.

"He's developing an improved version of the lizard serum and plans to release it throughout the city... He wants to turn everyone into a lizard man like him!"

Hearing this, Gwen gasped.

"Oh my God... Peter, are you saying that the doctor is a lizard man? Is he crazy...

The side effects of that serum... I found out in the lab that it can seriously affect the biological nervous system. "

"At that time, only mice were used for experiments..."

"Gwen, you were his assistant. How much do you know about the composition of the serum? Is there any way to make an antidote?"

Gwen bit her lower lip and thought for a while.

"In theory, it is possible. The main component of the serum is genetically modified lizard DNA... If we can find the right way to inhibit the activity of these genes..."

At this point, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Wait! I remember seeing a record of a failed experiment in the laboratory... In that experiment, a special enzyme was able to effectively decompose lizard genes. "

"Can you replicate that experiment?"

Peter asked eagerly.

Gwen quickly drew a molecular structure diagram on her notebook while holding the phone.

"Yes, but I need some special equipment and materials... The laboratory of Osborn Enterprises should have everything we need. "