Professor Connors furrowed his brows beneath the laboratory's dim glow. He realized he had made a grave oversight, one that might be enough to overturn the entire experiment—Norman Osborn's own genetic traits.
Under ordinary circumstances, this variable might have been no more than an insignificant part of biological diversity. But in the extreme and precise field of cross-species gene transplantation, it could very well become the deciding factor in the experiment's success or failure.
To stabilize Norman's rapidly deteriorating condition, Connors had no choice but to temporarily halt the mad experiment and devote all his energy to figuring out how to balance the Godzilla genes with Norman's original genes.
In the laboratory, the advanced gene sequencer hummed as Professor Connors kept his eyes fixed on the Gene Sequences flickering across the screen.
Every base pair was both a clue to unraveling the mystery and a hidden reef fraught with danger.
Using the most advanced bioinformatics tools, he conducted a comprehensive, in-depth analysis of Norman's genes, trying to find a "point of compatibility" amid the vast sea of data.
For Professor Connors, the process was both torture and pleasure.
The torture lay in Norman's fluctuating condition. At times, he sank into a deep coma, his vital signs as faint as a guttering candle in the wind. At other times, he let out agonized groans that sounded like distress signals from the depths of Hell.
The pleasure, meanwhile, came from being able to soar freely through this uncharted realm of biology. Every discovery was like finding a key to a New World.
Yet Professor Connors seemed to be in another world entirely. His eyes held nothing but those dancing Gene Sequences and intricate biological models.
He forgot the passage of time, forgot the clamor beyond the laboratory, and even forgot Norman Osborn's