This area had once been a desolate, abandoned industrial zone. Weeds grew rampant all around, and the dilapidated factory buildings were crumbling under the erosion of time.
Few would have imagined that such a dangerous secret lay hidden beneath this seemingly ordinary land.
Professor Connors arrived here. His once tall, upright body had now become twisted and massive. His skin had taken on an eerie bluish-gray hue, covered in scale-like protrusions like the shell of some ancient creature.
His eyes had become large and round, his pupils flashing with madness and greed, controlled by an invisible force.
Professor Connors came to the top of the warehouse. His footsteps were heavy and slow, each one leaving a deep footprint in the ground.
His gaze revealed an uncontrollable madness and greed. He extended his mutated, twisted hand; his fingers had become thick and long, his nails sharp and pointed. He lightly touched the ground, as though sensing the faint radiation signals emitted by the nuclear waste underground.
A faint fluorescent glow suddenly spread across his skin, a sign of Radiation Energy reacting with his mutated body.
Then, he began to dig.
His hands became exceptionally hard and powerful, his muscles bulging high as if they contained inexhaustible strength.
Every punch he threw blasted a deep crater into the ground. Cement, rebar, and concrete were as fragile as tofu before him.
His nails scraped against the ground with a piercing screech. Sparks flew.
As the excavation went deeper, the outline of the underground warehouse gradually emerged.
It was a massive concrete structure. Its thick walls bore the marks of time, while black liquid seeped from its cracks, giving off a pungent odor.
Professor Connors finally dug through the roof of the warehouse, his enormous claws easily tearing apart the thick concrete and steel