Devil Muscleman

After spraying every sign of life in the room with gunfire and leaving the place a wreck, the monster finally stopped.

His body was changing again.

Compound V was slowly reaching its full effect.

The monster's heart rate had climbed to a terrifying level. Even Queen Maeve and Black Noir, standing some distance away, realized that the dull thudding growing louder and faster was his heartbeat.

Driven by that dreadful pulse, the monster's body temperature soared. A dark red flush spread across his skin, where blue-purple veins crisscrossed. His blood was nearly boiling, and a purplish-red mist began to rise from his body.

As the bloody mist poured off him, his enormous body began to contract. The gigantic ball of flesh shrank visibly.

It was like watching an inspirational fitness blogger's yearlong transformation from a several-hundred-pound man into a hulking mass of muscle, cut down to a video lasting a few dozen seconds.

Neither Queen Maeve nor Black Noir dared move while his body changed. They could clearly sense something terrifying taking shape beneath the rising purplish-red mist.

In less than a minute, the beast that had stood nearly four meters tall and weighed over a ton became Devil Muscleman: roughly two and a half meters tall, with explosive, bulging muscles.

Perhaps even this Villainous League officer had never imagined losing weight could be so easy. He had always wanted to do it but never had the discipline. Now, after losing his awareness and nearing death, he had managed it effortlessly.

The ground for more than ten meters around Devil Muscleman was completely covered in thick, purplish-red blood that gave off a sharp, foul stench.

The blood he had forced out of his body had condensed in the air and fallen to the floor.

Only now had the monster completed