Hank understood Hirna's obsession completely. Wasn't he the same?
For years, he had suffered from genetic mutations, felt inferior and timid because of his bizarre appearance, and longed day and night to return to his original form.
If there were even a sliver of a chance to break free of those shackles, he would take it without hesitation, even if it meant staking his life and facing death.
He was worried about Hirna's safety, yet also felt utterly relieved.
So he had misunderstood everything.
Hirna had volunteered for the experiment to break free of her fate and defy destiny, rather than being forcibly captured by Vought and subjected to human experimentation.
Yet just moments ago, he had made baseless assumptions, mistaking his boss, who cared about Mutants and quietly paved the way for their people, for a coldhearted villain who wantonly brutalized his own kind.
Overwhelming guilt and self-reproach instantly flooded his heart, leaving him deeply remorseful.
Solomon took in every shift in his thoughts, his expression calm. Then he looked back down at the laboratory and spoke slowly.
"Since you've made your decision, good luck! Begin the experiment!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the researchers in the laboratory immediately got to work.
With practiced, steady movements, they stepped forward, picked up high-strength restraining straps, and firmly secured Hirna's limbs and torso to the examination bed, preventing accidental injuries from uncontrolled convulsions during the experiment.
One researcher took out a vial of clear, translucent blue solution. The liquid glimmered softly beneath the lights. It was Compound V.
Holding a sterile syringe, he precisely drew the solution from the vial, his movements accurate and efficient.
The experiment's procedure was not complicated. It had only one core step.
Inject all of the Compound V into the subject's body and rely on