Blonsky's limbs were strapped down with restraints... This was a precaution in case the subject couldn't endure the agony of spinal injection and attempted to resist...
The entire process required the test subject to remain fully conscious to stimulate cellular activity, so even local anesthesia was out of the question.
A hollow syringe filled with green solution pierced Blonsky's skin, the sharp needle driving deep into his spinal column. The liquid was slowly injected as the needle advanced, merging with his cells in a process of excruciating pain.
The modified Goblin Formula and reverse-engineered Super-Soldier Serum didn't alter the body through gentle means. On the contrary, its methods were brutal and direct, forcing the subject to endure unbearable suffering.
Imagine this... the moment the green solution entered the body, the aggressive serum forcibly consumed existing cells, rewriting genetic sequences and restructuring DNA chains. In this violent and irreversible process, the subject would feel as if their body were being torn apart, the pain searing into their very bones.
Without ironclad willpower, no one could withstand this hellish torment...
Sean had full confidence in Blonsky. This soldier was driven by an unrelenting thirst for power and possessed unquestionable mental fortitude. His burning desire for strength was the very essence of what once made him the Abomination.
Unlike the Hulk, whose rage fueled his power, the Abomination drew strength from an unyielding warrior's heart. It sought to defeat the green giant, to prove to the world that the Abomination was the true apex predator.
The spinal injection was complete...
*Crack* *Crack* *Crack*
Blonsky's muscles visibly swelled, his body emitting sharp cracking sounds as if undergoing another growth spurt.
The first phase was physical enhancement; bulging muscles signifying superhuman strength, and reinforced bones granting unmatched endurance. Once all physical parameters were elevated, a super-soldier would be born...
On the monitoring screens, graphs representing bodily metrics surged dramatically, while vital signs remained stable.
Dr. Connors breathed rapidly, his eyes alight with excitement. The success of the first phase exceeded his expectations... this soldier named Blonsky truly had unimaginable mental resilience.
The man hadn't even let out a single scream during the spinal injection...
As the one who had modified the fusion of the Goblin Formula and Super-Soldier Serum, Connors knew exactly how much agony that needle inflicted on the nervous system.
It was like a devil laughing maniacally as it dragged you into hell and shattered your spirit.
"No wonder you insisted on maximum dosage from the start. I never expected the subject to be this exceptional," Connors remarked, watching Blonsky prepare for the second phase with genuine admiration.
"Human potential is limitless, and the pursuit of desire knows no end. He has a fire inside him... either it destroys his enemies, or it consumes him..."
"...Why do mortals worship gods? Because they all yearn for something they cannot attain on their own. So they kneel at the feet of deities, praying their devotion will move the omnipotent to grant their wishes." Sean's voice was calm, his words sending a faint chill down Connors' spine.
This young man, who had altered his destiny, possessed an unnervingly precise understanding of human nature... It was a trait that inspired unease.
"But what happens after he gains power? This man isn't the type to be tamed like a docile hound," Connors cautioned.
Nearby, Gwen and Dr. Helen Cho were busy analyzing biometric data, calculating enhancement ratios and physiological changes. No one would overhear their conversation.
"Once he steps through the door to a new world and witnesses power beyond human imagination, Blonsky will realize that no matter how hard he strives, he can never surpass me." A faint smile played on Sean's lips as he observed the hardened soldier strapped to the operating table, "From that moment on, he will see me as a god."
Connors nodded silently. Beneath this young man's composed exterior lurked a cold detachment. Yet the doctor didn't dwell on it...
While Sean was ruthless toward enemies, he maintained measured respect for allies and subordinates.
No one wanted to serve a tyrant. To earn loyalty, one had to demonstrate reason and warmth. Most people gravitated toward the sun in fear darkness... Light was what humanity instinctively craved.
This was why Sean always presented a gentle front to friends and partners, treating even his employees with remarkable generosity. It was also why his public image remained impeccable.
The experiment continued...
Once Blonsky's vitals stabilized, mechanical arms lifted the secured operating table into a sealed isolation chamber.
The transparent hatch closed as Gwen worked the controls. Vents opened, flooding the chamber with green gas...
The second phase had begun... Vaporized injection.
By inhaling the gas, Blonsky's cells would fully absorb the serum, ensuring complete bodily transformation without degradation or regression.
The green mist thickened. Inside, Blonsky let out guttural roars of agony. Total cellular fusion was the experiment's most critical step... without stable genetic restructuring, the process couldn't be considered a full success.
This stage also carried the highest risk of mental breakdown, as the torment wasn't merely physical, but psychological as well...
"For regular soldiers, we wouldn't need such an exhaustive procedure. Simple liquid injections would suffice to give the Department of Defense their super-soldiers," Connors explained.
Not every candidate had to endure this inhuman ordeal.
Blonsky was only undergoing this because Sean allowed it. Otherwise, attempting this method would be tantamount to murder... After all, few could withstand such suffering.
"To gain power, one must first endure what others cannot. I don't just want a super-soldier. For Blonsky to become a proper attack dog, a sharpened weapon... he must be the strongest of them all!" Sean smirked.
The military brass desired an invincible army, not a single overpowered individual. That was why neither Captain America nor the Hulk met their standards....
If it couldn't be replicated, it was a failure.
But Sean was different. He sought unique, one-of-a-kind assets. A mere super-soldier wouldn't satisfy his ambitions...
...
Time passed. The green gas thinned. Within the fading mist, a powerful fist slammed against the chamber wall...
*Bam!* *Bam!*
Booming impacts shook the room like thunder, as if a furious beast were trapped inside.
Blonsky's arm muscles bulged like mountain ridges. Cracks spiderwebbed across the reinforced transparent walls... it seemed like it was only a matter of time before the caged predator broke free, eager to revel in bloodshed.
Sean remained unfazed, ushering the startled women out. He pulled a lever, and a trapdoor opened beneath the isolation chamber, sending the massive capsule crashing down into a vast space below.
It was a circular platform, roughly half the size of a football field, enclosed by electrified fencing like the Colosseum of ancient Rome...