Super Governor Norman!

Since the enhancer had already proven effective on Harry, it was naturally Norman's turn next.

But Norman's enhancement was somewhat harrowing.

Compared to Harry's calm and easygoing reaction, Norman's response was extremely intense. Large patches of green keratin rose to the surface of his skin before peeling away piece by piece.

His muscles knotted and writhed like worms, and the expression on Norman's face was anything but pleasant...

Harry frowned tightly—he sensed an inexplicable anger within Norman.

Norman's childhood and personality had never exactly been ideal. Even after becoming an adult, he had not been a qualified parent.

That was due to his life experiences. When the Osborn Group had still been in Amberson's hands—Harry's grandfather—the company had suffered a severe crisis because of misguided policies.

The family's blame toward Amberson had been witnessed by Norman, and it was a major reason his personality had grown cold-blooded.

When Harry was born, his birth caused serious health problems for his wife Emily. By the time Harry was three, Emily had died as a result.

Norman therefore held Harry to extremely high expectations and standards. In the original story, this had always been a burden in Little Green Goblin's heart.

Later, Norman made the same mistake as his father again—the Enhancer Project had nearly cost him control of the company, even nearly handed it over to someone else.

It was only after Harry awakened the system that everything changed. And after suffering setbacks yet having Harry save the company, Norman had let go of many things.

His anger and impulse to destroy everything were manifestations of the character flaws hidden beneath the surface of a successful entrepreneur—when he was young, he could not understand the family's scolding of his father; in his prime, he was filled with grief and rage over his wife's death; in middle age, he made the same fatal mistake as his father.

And the original Green Goblin Enhancer had amplified exactly those emotions, giving birth to Norman's Green Goblin personality.

But this time, the enhancer's side effects had greatly diminished, and both Osborn Enterprises and Harry had embarked on different paths.

Lying in the Enhancement Chamber, Norman heard a strange voice telling him to destroy everything, but he easily wiped it away.

There would be no Green Goblin.

Harry opened his eyes. Norman's dissipating abnormal emotions put him at ease.

If an abnormality had truly appeared, Harry would have used Psychic Power to forcibly calm Norman, but it was hard to say what the outcome might have been.

"The enhancer absorption is complete. Norman, how do you feel?" Conners turned on the intercom.

"Very good. I feel much lighter." As he spoke, a layer of keratin emerged on Norman's hand as well, though it looked more like scales than Harry's.

"This thing... really is convenient."

Conners had participated in the enhancements of both father and son from start to finish, and he felt rather bitter.

Why didn't I have that kind of talent? This is just unreasonable!

Compared to Harry, all he wanted was to regrow an arm. Was that really so difficult?

Harry noticed Conners's bitter smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Doctor, thinking about your arm again?"

"Yeah." Conners did not hide his thoughts. "Do you really think the Lizard Serum has no future?"

"Actually... the Lizard Serum has its value, but if you want to simply replicate reptiles' regenerative ability through serum alone, I really don't think much of the prospects." Harry did not speak in riddles.

"However... this has given me a new idea. Osborn can document its own genetic map and develop customized medical treatments."

Harry voiced his idea.

The Osborn Group would provide medical aid to patients with genetic diseases around the world while exploring new forms of gene therapy.

And not just gene therapy—tissue and organ cloning also had to be put on the agenda. This technology had already seen some development in semi-mechanical artificial organs, and now Osborn would establish it as an independent project.

Among its goals, cloning an entire arm and repairing a severed limb would be a milestone.

"What do you think, Doctor? Isn't this more promising than the Lizard Serum? In fact, wasn't treating the Retrovirus this time also a form of gene therapy?"

Introducing healing factors—genes or certain proteins—into target cells from an external source could naturally also be considered gene therapy.

"That would be a miracle." Conners quickly became fascinated by the prospects Harry had described. "Remember what I told you? Using one's own intellect to gain reptiles' self-healing ability. Now it seems my vision was too narrow."

"That's how research is. Sometimes, you can get stuck in a rut." Harry was not being modest. Dr. Lizard really had gone off the deep end—or rather, these mad scientist types were all more or less the same.

And paying attention to employees' emotions, guiding them onto the right path, and helping them pursue the right ideals—wasn't that Osborn's mission?

These mad scientist-type villains were all talented people. Robbing banks and the like was far too low-class. They should come work for him instead.

They were on the path to changing the world, after all.

"Father, how do you feel?"

Not far away, Norman had long since stepped out of the Enhancement Chamber and was testing his new body in the training area.

"I feel... I feel like I've become Captain America." After saying that, Norman jumped, rising roughly three or four meters into the air.

"Father, you'll have to act normal when you're outside. Super Governor is a pretty good title, but getting tangled up with the authorities won't be pleasant."

"Super Governor? Not a bad name. Don't worry, I understand the importance of keeping a low profile. Osborn isn't Stark."

There were many benefits to hiding one's strength. The greatest was being able to play the pig and eat the tiger.

Harry might not be able to outscheme Hydra in their underhanded tactics, but there were only so many ways to scheme against someone. It would be difficult for them to target Osborn in the political arena—after all, Harry had never done anything that could easily be used against him, and Norman was a governor.

As for even dirtier methods like assassination and kidnapping... Harry really wanted to see their expressions when they came to kidnap Norman.

"One more thing, Father. Now that you have superhuman physical abilities, you should modify your aircraft yourself."

As he spoke, a Flying Vehicle slowly glided into the laboratory.

Norman's eyes lit up at the sight—what man didn't like modifications?

"And Doctor Connors, I'll be deploying some guards around you. I hope you can understand."

Connors nodded. This technology was extremely important, and Harry had told him that someone had broken into his computer.

Connors had no idea who had done it, though. After all, this was America, and in his eyes, it was very safe.

"These are some of my ideas regarding gene therapy. Take a look—perhaps they'll give you some inspiration."

Harry compiled some of the system's technology and handed it over to Connors.

"Also, I'd like you to serve as a consultant for this project. I don't think you'd refuse, would you?"

"Of course! I'd be delighted to become a consultant for the Osborn Group!" Connors eagerly accepted the USB Drive. "But what should this project be called?"

Harry thought for a moment, when a line suddenly flashed through his mind:

The twenty-first century was the century of biology.

So, with a mischievous grin, he said, "Let's call it the 'Biological Era' Project."