Retrovirus

"Single-arm strength close to 5 tons, jump height over 5 meters, distance over 10 meters, average speed 56 kilometers per hour, 1,000 meters in 50 seconds..."

"Harry, you..."

While examining Harry, Conners discovered that Harry's muscle cells differed from those of ordinary people, so Harry simply came clean and told him that he had long since ceased to be an ordinary person.

And these figures certainly were not Harry's limit, considering that he had yet to undergo any systematic training.

"That isn't the point, Doctor," Harry reminded Conners.

"Right..." Conners said, pulling out another report. "I conducted tests using the RNA virus isolated from your father. The results showed that the same RNA virus was not present in your body."

"So this isn't necessarily a hereditary disease? I've never heard of any of our ancestors suffering from it either."

"Not necessarily. First, the modifications you made to your body may have overcome the virus. Second, an RNA virus can have a very long incubation period. It is not impossible for an infected person to live out an ordinary life."

Harry rubbed his forehead. There was no point in tracing whether this disease was hereditary anymore. The key was how to deal with it.

"Doctor, do you remember your experiment?"

Conners froze for a moment. Of course he remembered.

He had now fully accepted his Mechanical Prosthetic—this hand was far more useful than a real one.

Thanks to Harry's technology, this mechanical hand not only possessed incredibly realistic force feedback but could also be fitted with a variety of scientific instruments, making it highly convenient to use.

Moreover, superconducting neural fibers were about to enter official use. When that happened, Mechanical Prosthetics could even be more flexible than normal arms.

Could it be that Harry wanted to pick up this research again? Conners could understand Harry's thinking.

"You want to use a lizard's regenerative abilities to overcome this virus?" Conners stroked his chin. "It might work, but self-healing can only restore you to normal on the surface. This is a virus, after all. We need another way to solve it."

"Besides... the Lizard Serum isn't safe. I don't recommend treating it as a cure."

Harry did not know whether to laugh or cry. Conners had really forgotten his old dream after getting a mechanical hand, and now he was trying to talk Harry out of it.

Was this the irresistible power of eating one's words?

Still, to be honest, Harry also thought it was unlikely that enhanced self-healing could eliminate the virus. But he had to try.

"Let's try it first." Harry took a case from behind his back.

Inside were four containers of different colors—the Green Goblin Enhancer, Peter's blood, the Spider Serum, and the Lizard Serum.

"I want you to see whether you can combine these three things and overcome each of their weaknesses."

Conners thought for a moment, then nodded.

After handing the reagents to Conners, Harry entered the hospital room.

Norman had already regained consciousness, with Heli taking care of him at his side.

After the onset, his condition had deteriorated rapidly. Patches of green keratin had appeared on Norman's body, and his face was terribly pale.

Norman looked at Harry like a man on his deathbed. Perhaps because the transmigrated Harry made him immensely proud, his gaze was far gentler than Harry had expected.

There was none of a dying man's resentment or regret—only a few lingering regrets.

"Son, it seems I won't be able to run for US President."

"Father, I'll cure you." Harry shook his head. "Do you know where this disease came from? When were you infected?"

After a moment of silence, Norman revealed the truth.

"It may be hereditary. There are indeed records of some family members who died young from a strange form of cancer. Their skin would transform into green stratum corneum."

"But it may also be... the Enhancer Project."

Norman's words shocked Harry—he had thought he had already persuaded Norman not to use the Green Goblin Enhancer!

Seeing Harry's expression, Norman laughed.

"What? I never said I injected that stuff." Norman naturally knew what Harry was thinking. In fact, if not for Harry, he truly might have gone through with the injection.

After a moment of silence, Norman seemed to be recalling something before continuing.

"I extracted the base ingredient for the enhancer from a set of biological fossils. It was an RNA virus. This virus could mutate an organism's genes and enhance the human body, but it had extremely severe negative effects on the brain. It could even cause a person to completely lose their consciousness."

"I tried to eliminate the virus's side effects, but you know what happened afterward. I failed. No matter what I tried, the changes the virus caused to the brain were drastic and irreversible. Compared to the original version, the enhancer's side effects are already quite mild now."

"I may also have been infected by the virus during the experiments."

Harry frowned tightly. These ambiguous facts differed wildly from every version of the story he knew.

A strange sense of dislocation suddenly rose in Harry's heart—perhaps he had overlooked something?

And that virus... it sounded familiar, but Harry could not remember where he had encountered it.

"Father, where are those biological fossils? Where did you put them?"

"In the secret laboratory. I froze them."

Perhaps worried that Harry would rashly go research the thing, Norman added:

"That thing is dangerous! Son, don't study it. It's dangerous!"

Under Norman and Heli's watchful eyes, Harry nodded.

But he had to go see what it was.

"I understand, Father. I know what I'm doing."

"Then go back to work. Doctor Connors is watching over me here. The company is thriving now—I never expected you to acquire Stark Industries."

Norman patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry smiled and operated his phone.

"Stark Industries is only the beginning. Actually, I prepared a gift for you. I planned to give it to you after the speech."

A whistling sound of something cutting through the air came from outside the window, as though something was flying past at high speed.

Under Norman's puzzled gaze, a Green Goblin glider flew in.

"My glider!" It was clear Norman truly loved flying vehicles. The sight of it even brought some color back to his face.

"It seems a little different? You improved its propulsion system, didn't you?" Norman gently caressed the glider with both hands. "Not being able to use it myself is my regret."

"Yes, I added an Electric Propulsion System. I also developed a combat suit specifically for the glider, which can help its user overcome the adverse effects caused by its high-speed movement."

"That means your invention will have a chance to be unveiled."

Harry had always cared deeply about this, whether for his father or for the security force he was about to establish.