"Connors!"
Norman roared furiously, his voice filled with despair and hatred.
He felt as though he had fallen into an indescribable hell, where everything around him had become dark and cold.
In his eyes, what Connors had done was simply not something a human could do.
Oh, no. At this point, Connors could no longer be considered a pure human. He was a monster through and through, a monster willing to do anything for his ambitions.
Pregnant once more, Norman's heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness.
He gritted his teeth, a look of resolve in his eyes.
He decided to create the Gene Purification Potion himself. He would become a Godzilla as powerful as Connors, then kill Connors with his own hands and end this endless suffering.
Because his body had grown far too massive, Connors was no longer as agile as before and could not keep such a close watch on Norman.
That gave Norman a perfect opportunity.
Norman knew he had to seize this chance, or he would remain under Connors's control forever.
Norman crazily devoured huge quantities of Yellowcake.
The Geiger counters throughout the laboratory let out piercing alarms.
Yet Norman felt a long-lost sense of comfort—the radiation scorched his esophagus, but formed a warm vortex in his abdominal cavity.
The Egg Sacs' writhing visibly accelerated. He could feel those greedy little things madly absorbing radioactive nutrients.
The biological readings on the monitoring screens shot straight upward. What had originally required a two-week gestation period was compressed to a speed visible to the naked eye.
With every mouthful of Yellowcake he swallowed, he felt his body undergoing violent changes. The Egg Sacs inside him, stimulated by Radioactive Material, began growing and developing rapidly.
The pain was unimaginable. The artificially accelerated Egg Sacs expanded madly, as though