The Mad Four-Armed Hulk

As a fellow scientist who also delved into biological genetics, Dr. Banner couldn't possibly be unaware that the Regeneration Serum created by Professor Connors was a complete half-finished product—or, more seriously, a total failure.

It lacked the most crucial component: an algorithmic formula capable of perfectly fusing human and animal genes.

Even if a human used this serum, the only outcome, aside from the unacceptable result of turning into a grotesque monster neither human nor beast, would be something even worse.

That worse outcome would be the complete collapse of their own genetic chain due to the inability to merge two different sets of genes.

However, Banner wanted exactly that effect.

He had thought of killing himself countless times to escape the nightmares that woke him every night.

But he couldn't do it because of the Hulk's existence.

Until today, when it suddenly occurred to him that he could use Professor Connors' failed Gene Serum to trigger the collapse of his own genetic sequence.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the Hulk's power.

His failed suicide attempt inadvertently created an even stronger and more insane monster—the Four-Armed Hulk!

The upper two hands tore through the Hulk's tattered skin, and the new monster emerged from its cocoon.

It brought all four hands before its face, slowly clenched its fists, and savored the far greater and more terrifying power than before.

The next moment, the Four-Armed Hulk suddenly threw its head back and roared.

ROAR!

That mad, devouring howl instantly echoed across the entire city, as if proclaiming its rebirth to the world.

As the roar faded, the Hulk pushed off lightly with its legs, and its entire body leaped hundreds of meters into the air.

And because it had four arms, spreading them out gave it the ability to briefly hover and steer its direction of flight.

As its body reached its peak height, it looked down at the bustling crowd on the main street below. Its deep green, hideous face twisted into a disturbingly human expression of madness and mockery.

The next moment, it plummeted from the sky.

It landed directly on a moving sedan.

The poor car had no idea its scrap date was today; in an instant, it was crushed flat by the monstrous force.

It even smashed a massive crater into the hard pavement.

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is that?"

Countless bystanders were frozen in terror at the sight, too stunned to even run.

Beep beep beep...

"Move out of the way!"

At the same time, a medium-sized box truck was speeding up from behind, about to crash into it, its horn blaring urgently and loudly.

The Hulk's already crazed expression twisted into one of human-like disgust.

The next moment, it whipped its head around.

That's right—its body stayed still, but its head rotated a full 180 degrees.

"Ah, what the hell is this?"

The truck driver, staring at the bizarre sight before him, was utterly terrified. He immediately took his foot off the brake and stomped hard on the accelerator.

"Running over that monster is better than scaring myself to death."

That was the only thought in the driver's mind at that moment.

And he succeeded.

The truck surged forward with full power, charging straight at the monster ahead.

BANG!

Under such immense impact, an ordinary person would have been sent flying dozens of meters.

But the Hulk stood there as if it hadn't moved at all.

The truck that had rammed into it, however, was crushed into a massive dent by its powerful body.

The front half of the vehicle was almost completely caved in.

Creak... creak...

The next moment, the Hulk's four arms twisted and rotated slowly, just like its neck, then grabbed hold of the truck in front of it.

Then, without hesitation, it tore the entire vehicle in half at the dented middle.

It hurled both halves of the wreckage away like frisbees.

BOOM!

The spinning half-truck slammed into a distant building.

The terrifying impact sent it crashing into the structure like a plane falling from the sky.

A massive gaping hole was blasted through the entire building.

"Help, my leg..."

Countless people screamed and wailed.

"Run! That monster isn't human!"

The stunned pedestrians nearby snapped back to reality in an instant, frantically fleeing into the distance.

Watching the panicked crowd scatter like ants, a flicker of mockery crossed Hulk's face.

The next moment, he casually grabbed a parked car from the street.

Tore it in half with brute force.

Then, without hesitation, hurled it at the fleeing people.

"Hey, big green guy, didn't your mom ever teach you not to litter?"

Suddenly, two silver-white webs shot out onto one half of the car he'd thrown.

The next instant, a slender figure in a black-and-white Spider-Suit appeared.

The webs spun the half-car around and flung it back at Hulk.

"Tiny... crawling... bug!"

With a casual punch, he shattered the returning wreckage into pieces. This time, Hulk managed to stammer out broken human speech.

Then, in a single bound, he launched himself at Gwen with a speed she hadn't anticipated.

"Damn, how is it so fast?"

Gwen never expected a lumbering monster to move this quickly. Even as her Spider-Sense screamed warnings, she couldn't dodge in time.

All she could do was keep shooting webs at the face of the Hulk barreling toward her.

"Damn bug!"

Covered in webs, Hulk grew even angrier.

He clenched his fist and threw a vicious punch straight at Gwen.

"Damn, this guy's strength is several times greater than that Venom from last time."

As she was sent flying, that was the only thought in Gwen's mind.

Poor Gwen—both times she'd faced troublesome foes, their power had far exceeded hers.

Boom!

She was embedded deep into the wall of a high-rise.

The terrifying impact made the entire building sway precariously.

And Gwen, who took the hit head-on, felt even worse.

That monster had nearly crippled her in a single exchange.

But just as she was reeling from the intense pain wracking her body, her sharp Spider-Sense screamed another warning.

"Fuck!"

She watched as the monster, at some point, slammed both fists deep into the pavement. With a burst of immense strength, it ripped up a massive slab of concrete road, lifting it a full dozen meters into the air.

Then, hurling the dozens—if not hundreds—of tons of road directly at her, Gwen's face nearly turned as green as his.

"What the hell do I do?"

Gwen frantically racked her brain for a solution.

She could barely dodge, avoiding a direct hit.

But the ten-plus-story building behind her would likely collapse under the flying concrete slab.

Countless people would die.

With Gwen's innate kindness and sense of justice, how could she stand by and let such a tragedy happen?

"Sorry, Peter. Looks like I'm standing you up again tomorrow."

The next moment, Gwen forced her battered body upright, her legs coiling against the building's wall.

She shot webs from both hands to either side.

Using the tension of the webs and the explosive force of her legs, she braced herself to take the oncoming concrete slab with her own body.

But then, a familiar figure appeared before her almost instantly, like a teleport.

A crimson cape fluttered in the wind.

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