Green Goblin's Birth

The person who kills is not scary.

What's scary is the person who can clean up the murder scene after killing.

After confirming that not even a single body hair could be found at the scene, Yuri, using Ginger's memories, teleported to his assistant Karen's room. His mental power surged out, fabricating a false memory for Karen of a "sad farewell, and a request not to tell anyone."

Returning to Ginger's presidential suite, he pretended not to see the pleading eyes of Shark and the other four, who were brimming with the desire to vent. After collecting Ginger's corpse into the black sphere, the six of them joined hands. A flash of azure light, and the presidential suite returned to a deathly silence.

Yuri led the way. The six of them circled through the New York City streets at one in the morning before finally returning to the commercial street where the small shop was located. They jumped into the pre-opened ceiling hatch, and before it could fully close, the five people led by Vanax scrambled to restore their helmets to headband mode.

"He's just like that... dead!?"

Vanax expressed disbelief.

"He didn't even get to fire an energy blast!"

Kate wondered if it was too fast.

"Just one punch. I mean, each of us only threw one punch!"

Tiger marveled at the shooter's fragility.

"Are we already this strong?"

Chat fell into deep self-doubt.

"The Eternals aren't all that, huh!"

Shark confirmed he was still grounded.

Yuri removed his equipment piece by piece and threw it onto the workbench. Once done, he sat down cross-legged, reverting from his human form to his true, muscular Mutant form. "All of you, shut up. I'm going into metamorphosis first."

Mutants possessed an evolutionary ability even the Gods Group couldn't control. As a biological species with flesh and blood, they typically completed their evolution through long iterations. But as the leader of the Mutants, the cream of the crop, Yuri had actively evolved the transmission tubes on his back through countless battles. They could absorb enemy abilities and assimilate them, making himself a more perfect and powerful being.

God knows how uncomfortable Yuri felt on the way back. Ginger's superpower burned within him like a fireball, constantly scorching Yuri's restraints. The mysterious patterns charged like wild bulls, but ultimately, they were defeated by Yuri, whose control over himself had reached a state of perfection.

Now, he no longer had to hold back!

Golden patterns, as if alive, roamed Yuri's skin, flesh, bones, and meridians. Harmonized by the potent life energy within him, they rapidly reshaped Yuri's body, carving out his own territory.

Shark and the other four watched anxiously as Yuri, seated on the ground, slowly shrank in size. Tough, thread-like muscles became tighter and more defined within moments. His terrifying four eyes slowly drew closer in pairs, merging. Then, after a surge of flesh and skin, a vertical eye, shining with brilliant golden light and devoid of any white, emerged from Yuri's brow. After this, the external evolution came to a pause, but the internal modifications continued.

Countless golden patterns converged on Yuri's hands, arms, and brow. They burrowed into his flesh and bones, imprinting themselves firmly. Even his wavering soul was touched by the golden light. For some reason, Yuri felt it gradually gaining a tangible, real existence...

Two minutes later, the evolved Yuri stood before the dressing mirror on the third floor, admiring his brand-new Mutant true form. His streamlined muscle lines, his long and powerful limbs, his shadow cast on the floor by the lights was indistinguishable from that of a normal human. Now, when he transformed into his human form, he only needed to be mindful of his metallic, greenish-gold skin and the divine vertical eye on his brow.

"Congratulations, boss, on taking another step forward."

Shark and the other four looked at their leader, who was still somewhat small for most Mutants, with fervent admiration. Their keen senses detected the lethal danger contained within him. Only the foolish bird occasionally glanced at a certain large, indescribable mass, her fervent gaze tinged with an obsessive desire.

Yuri turned around and saw her looking like that, instantly developing a dark line on his forehead. Kate disdainfully glanced at the openly lustful Vanax and thoughtfully went to get clothes to help Yuri dress.

Once everyone stood in formation again, Yuri looked at them and asked, "Do you still think the Eternals are very strong?"

Without waiting for their answer, he continued, "We are the strongest predators on this planet; we are the guardians of all civilizations that originate in the universe; we are a species that even the Creator fears—the Mutants!"

"I have already sensed certain enormous changes are about to occur, affecting the entire universe, with impacts that can be described as world-altering. We have awakened in response, destined to leave a deep mark on this new stage. For survival, to shine, we must constantly evolve, constantly advance, and constantly grow stronger."

"The Eternals on Earth are just the beginning. Our goal is to kill all Eternals in the universe."

"The grand journey has only just begun!"

At the same time.

Top floor of the Osborn Building.

Norman Osborn, who had just hung up the phone, saw his expression gradually turn ferocious. "Damn you, Tony Stark! Connors, how dare you betray me!"

Just moments ago, a high-ranking officer from the military had personally called him, stating that with Connors' help, the true genius Tony Stark had developed a "revolutionary product"—a recovery potion. Experiments had shown it could completely heal severe injuries in a short period. It was certain that once put into use, it would drastically reduce the number of soldier deaths on the battlefield. Unlike the Super Soldier Serum, which enhanced individual combat capabilities, the healing potion indirectly boosted the combat effectiveness of the entire legion.

After deliberation, the military brass decided to reduce funding and policy support for Osborn's Super Soldier Serum project. After all, compared to an unfinished product with no foreseeable results, a practical healing potion was more appealing to the officers who always prioritized practicality.

Norman frantically smashed everything he could pick up in his office. The Super Soldier Serum project he personally oversaw was not just a collaborative project with the military; it was also his hope for curing his family's hereditary genetic disease. He was so close to success, victory was within reach... Why, Connors, did you betray me and hand over the research results to that playboy Tony Stark!?

Anger, unwillingness, fear.

Norman suddenly stopped. A daring thought flashed through his mind: Connors transformed into a Lizardman by injecting the serum, but perhaps it was precisely because of this that he developed the serum capable of perfect limb regeneration. My Super Soldier Serum has also reached its final stage. If I follow Connors' example and inject it, can I also develop a truly harmless serum?

This idea quickly took root, sprouted, and grew into a towering tree, overshadowing all other thoughts. Norman ran to the laboratory. Under the horrified gaze of the night shift personnel, he completed all the preparations for injecting the serum, then lay down directly in a replicated "Life Pod."

Streams of green smoke quickly enveloped Norman inside the glass chamber. The sealed Life Pod immediately echoed with heart-wrenching screams... After an unknown amount of time, the screams gradually gave way to a sinister chuckle. The alloy-made cabin door was kicked open, and a Norman Osborn with a ferocious expression and evil in his eyes walked out!