A panic suddenly appeared in this group of professional experimenters. Norman couldn't see it all. His consciousness had come to a somewhat unfamiliar, but extremely familiar place.

He found that his decaying body had become young and powerful, and his wrinkled skin was smooth and full of vitality. However, at this time, he only felt panic and despair in his heart.

The green demon was standing in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly. The smile that hung on its face like a demon in hell seemed to mock his weakness and weakness.

"Norman, are you still struggling?" The green demon laughed mockingly, its voice dry and hoarse, as numbing as rusty black iron. "Are you still denying the fate in your veins? Osborne's fate? ”

"I'm going to win!" Norman, who was sitting on the ground, roared at the demon. "I've won! Osborne's curse will be in my hands..."

"Smack!"

Norman felt as if he had been hit by a baseball bat, and his head hung to the right under the blow. With gold stars in his eyes, he only felt that his left cheek was burning with pain, and he subconsciously covered his right cheek, ready for the next blow.

The crutches came and fell as expected, slamming into the back of his hand. Norman let out a painful cry and clutched the back of his hand, which felt like it had been broken. He suddenly noticed that the age of his body had receded again, and he had become what he had been when he was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Norman—" The demonic voice rang in his ears again. You're a piece of shit. A cowardly, incompetent, doomed waste who does not live to be fifty years old. ”

The voice paused before finishing the sentence. “... A piece of waste like me. ”

"No!" Norman looked up angrily and looked in the direction from which the voice had come. "I'm not the same as you, I'm different!"

And what appeared in front of him was his father's face.

Amberson. Osborne, the man who was eight points like Norman, stood in front of him, dark green spots on his skin almost all over his body. Expressionlessly, he raised the cane in his hand, and then mercilessly smashed stick after stick on Norman's body.

"Is it different from me?"

"No, we're the same, we're all the same in Osborne." The demonic voice was still in his ears, mocking him and denying everything about him.

"You can deny, you can pretend, but you can't deny..."

Norman, who had been silently beaten, suddenly roared, and he suddenly jumped up from the ground, and at some point there was an extra knife in his hand. Without the slightest pause, the knife stabbed out of his hand and buried deep in his father's heart. Amberson. Osborne's body twitched a few times, and he gripped the hand holding the knife tightly, an incredible expression on his face.

“... You, like me, are demons. ”

Norman let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He let go of his hand holding the knife and let his father's body slide to the ground.

"yes... Indeed, I, like you, am demons. He muttered to himself as if resigned, and his voice grew dry and hoarse until he was indistinguishable from the demon.

But at this moment, a grim smile appeared on his face.

"But so what?"

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At the same time, in the midst of that experimental instrument, Norman. Osborne opened his eyes.

He struggled to sit up from the medical chamber, still connected to the tubes that looked like his scalp was tingling. An experimenter next to him immediately surrounded him and supported him.

"Mr. Osborne, please don't move!" He instructed anxiously, but Norman stared at his hands as if he hadn't heard him.

Now, he can sit up on his own. His body suddenly became unstable, and only then did he realize that the pain of the collapse of the cells in his body was still still in his body, and almost every muscle in his body was still twitching unconsciously.

That's it, that's what it feels like. Under this feeling of being scorched by fire, Norman's eyes narrowed happily. He had forgotten that the last time he could feel every part of his body so clearly was years ago.

And that's... The feeling of being alive.

At this point, the excitement in his heart subsided a little, and he remembered what he should have done.

"Dr. Morion, the experiment was successful?" He asked the experimenter beside him, but the hoarseness of his voice startled him.

The short, stocky experimenter, who was wearing a white lab coat and was a little bald, wiped the sweat from his head and nodded hesitantly.

"Count... At last. He stammered back, visibly afraid of the emaciated man in front of him. It's just..."

Norman interrupted him directly: "Don't worry, since I'm still alive, then this is already the biggest success, isn't it?" ”

"Yes, yes, I see. Let me start with the good news. Dr. Morian wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead again. The cell division that you previously stopped because of a genetic defect has started again. The nervous system damaged by life-sustaining drugs has been recast by more than 70 percent, and muscle strength has basically returned to the level of a normal adult. Over the next month or two, these values will continue to evolve on the positive side as the body adjusts naturally. ”

"And what about the bad news?" Norman asked calmly.

“... Canceration. Dr. Morion reluctantly uttered the bad news, but to his dismay, Norman did not react to it. Gritting his teeth, he continued.

"The effects of GMOs are still too domineering, and if you let them run wild in your body, you'll only turn you into Dr. Connor...", he couldn't help but glance at the humanoid dinosaur-like figure in the container in the center of the lab. ... Such an inhuman existence. So after the GMO effect is almost complete, we start to suppress it, so that a part of the healthy cells in your body are still present. ”

"So the two genes are hedged in my body, aren't they?" Norman took Dr. Morion's words and nodded thoughtfully.

"That's right." Dr. Morian gritted his teeth and threw out the next bad news. "We need more GMO treatments to try to stop the cancerous transformation of your body's otherwise healthy cells. However, we also need to do more to suppress the mutations in your body within a safe range. ”

"It's like a swing," Norman couldn't help but burst out laughing. The laughter grew louder and louder, and Dr. Morion glanced apprehensively at the screen next to the survival pod, a little worried that the experiment had affected Norman's sanity.

It was a few moments before Norman's laughter was interrupted by his own cough. He patted Dr. Morian on the shoulder and waved his hand to show that there was nothing wrong with him.

"So, Doctor, how much time do I have now?"

Morian hesitated for a moment before making a more rigorous inference. "Eight to twelve months, after which it will be difficult to maintain the balance in your body. In between, we have to develop a perfect version of the GMO. ”

"Eight to twelve months...?" Norman whispered the Doctor's words to himself, then looked up at Morion. "What are the flaws in the current version?"

"The problem is that everything we do from the ground up is built on a failure. So... We have no idea what a successful GMO drug should look like and what the demand is. At present, we can only conduct a large number of experiments, hoping to be lucky and get a successful test subject as soon as possible, and then reverse speculate. ”

With that said, Dr. Morion took a breath and looked at Norman with his hopeful eyes. And this man, who has been at the helm of the Osborne Group for twenty years and has developed countless research projects, can see at a glance what he is saying.

"Don't worry, Dr. Morion. The funding of the laboratory will not stop. As long as you can come up with progress, then I'm Norman. Osborne will naturally support you accordingly. ”

With that, Norman waved at him, indicating that the conversation was over, and he lay back in the pod, waiting for the next round of inspections and tests. Dr. Morion, who had received the assurance he wanted, turned away in high spirits, oblivious to the dark green glint in Norman's eyes.