During the long and tense days that followed, Professor Connors seemed to be at the center of a whirlwind of mad experimentation, pouring every ounce of his energy into Norman's physical condition.
In the laboratory, all manner of sophisticated instruments flashed with cold light. Data monitoring Norman's various bodily indicators constantly jumped across the screens, while Professor Connors stared fixedly at the numbers, his gaze revealing an almost obsessive focus.
As the days passed, Professor Connors discovered that Norman's abdomen was gradually swelling in a slow yet obvious manner.
The change filled him with both excitement and tension, because it meant the mating had succeeded and Norman had been successfully impregnated.
To Professor Connors, the news marked both a stage of progress in his experiment and the beginning of even more complicated challenges.
Norman himself was also gradually recovering his bodily functions.
At first, he had been so weak that even moving a finger was painfully difficult. He could only lie silently on the examination table, his eyes filled with hatred and fury toward Professor Connors.
However, as time passed, his condition improved significantly.
At the very least, he now had enough strength to hurl furious curses at Professor Connors.
"I'll kill you, Connors! I'll kill you!!!"
Norman's curses echoed through the laboratory, his voice filled with bone-deep hatred, as though he wanted to swallow Professor Connors alive.
His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged across his forehead, and every word seemed to be forced through clenched teeth.
Professor Connors paid no attention whatsoever to Norman Osborn's curses. He merely raised his head slightly, a disdainful smile curling across his lips. "It's all right, Norman. You can't kill me. I will become greater."
In his eyes, verbal attacks could never hurt him. His heart contained only an unwavering pursuit of experimental