Ordinary people would never make such a self-destructive demand, because it meant placing their bodies in an unknown and extremely dangerous state.
But Blonsky was different. His eyes revealed a kind of resolve, a madness that would stop at nothing for power.
Countless thoughts flashed through Samuel's mind—run, resist, beg for mercy... But in the end, he realized that all of it was futile before Blonsky.
He swallowed with difficulty, his voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz. "Doing that... could be fatal... Hulk's power is not something humans can control..."
"Fatal?"
Blonsky sneered, as if the word meant nothing to him. "Compared to the power I'll gain, what does that little risk amount to? Don't forget, you have no choice now."
"Fine," Samuel finally said, a trace of resolve in his voice. "But I must warn you, the process is extremely complex and dangerous. We don't have enough time or resources to conduct experiments here. And even if it succeeds, you may not be able to control that power."
A satisfied smile curled across Blonsky's lips. He put away his pistol, but the fanaticism in his eyes did not lessen in the slightest. "That's more like it. We'll find a way. As for controlling it... power itself is meant to be conquered, isn't it?"
"I want more,"
Blonsky said.
"You saw his transformation, didn't you?"
Samuel nodded slightly. He did not directly respond to Blonsky's loss of composure, because his own thoughts were equally captivated by Hulk's unimaginable power.
He recalled the first time he had witnessed Hulk transform. It was a strength beyond human comprehension, like a deity stepped out of an ancient myth—both awe-inspiring and desperately desirable.
"Yes, I saw it. It was beautiful, like a god!"
There was an irrepressible tremor in Samuel's voice. It was