"Great, my hand can be saved!"
Dr. Connors held a tube of golden serum, excitement written all over his face. His experiment wasn't finished yet, but he'd never expected a new path to appear right beneath his feet. One shot—just one shot—and his severed arm could grow back, while he gained stable, powerful superhuman abilities.
Whoosh!
Dr. Connors injected the serum into himself. An immense power surged through his body, and at the same time, he felt his severed arm twitching and itching.
"Ha ha ha!!! Ha ha ha!!!"
Dr. Connors laughed like a madman, his face alight with excitement. For just ninety-nine dollars—such a ridiculously low price—his body had been healed. It had solved a problem he'd spent so long trying to fix.
"This is incredible, Sacred Blessing Serum!"
Tears streamed down Dr. Connors's face. He was deeply grateful to Sacred Gospel Company. He truly believed what Banner had said: they were selling the serum so cheaply because they wanted all of humanity to evolve—to undergo Genetic Ascension!
He'd already learned that chakra was hereditary. After someone received an injection, their descendants wouldn't need one themselves to gain the power of chakra.
What's more, during this time, he'd found several volunteers and examined their bodies. His tests showed no abnormalities whatsoever. On the contrary, they were remarkably healthy—healthier and stronger than people had been before.
"Father, if only you'd died a little later, you'd still be alive! Sob!!!"
At the Osborn Company, Harry knelt on the floor, clutching an empty syringe. His face was twisted with grief and elation. If—if only Sacred Gospel Company had appeared sooner! If his father had lived just a little longer, he could have injected the Sacred Blessing Serum just like Harry and cured the genetic disease that ran in their family!
"Why!!!!"