Countdown to return: 21 hours and 9 minutes.
"Dr. Banner, if you feel uncomfortable, remember to remind the staff. No one here treats you as a monster."
Banner felt a slight nervousness and smiled at Kansan from the fixed hospital bed, making an "ok" gesture with his fingers.
The professor in charge of this experiment looked serious, and dozens of researchers were operating various instruments around.
The blood extracted from the Hulk and Abomination had been thoroughly analyzed. Although there were still some unknown elements, a drug that suppressed the 'rampage' factor had been developed.
Kansan walked out of the laboratory, her eyes shining with brilliance. "I didn't expect Ambrella to grow to such an extent."
"Hmph!" The Red Queen looked quite proud, and her little nose was almost tilting upwards.
"They are all top talents in various fields. Even if left to develop freely, they will reach an incredible height."
"But..." The Red Queen wrinkled her little nose and said with a 'super fierce' expression, "There are too many weird talents in the Marvel Universe. Who knows when another genius will emerge, surpassing Ambrella in certain technological areas in an instant."
Kansan smiled, not caring about these things.
In the spatial backpack, everything that originally belonged to the End Black World had been cleared out. Kansan threw the Black Gold Gloves to Ambrella for research. Even the vintage magic sniper rifle, Twilight Morning Star, had been modified by the Red Queen.
The mutated batfish, whose tail spike had turned into a pile of experimental data, and excellent materials that could add 'solidity' to weapons.
Together with the carapace of the Saint Armor Centipede King, they became the nutrients for the rebirth of the new Twilight Morning Star.
The carapace contained active cells. After extraction, Ambrella separately took out the structural diagram, making a breakthrough in terms of materials.
The self-driving technology of 'Nightmare' was entirely derived from this.
The blood serum from the Hulk and Abomination didn't need much mention. It was synthesized into two potions.
They were 'Rage' and 'Anti-Rage,' which could be considered a combination. Even if given to Kansan, it could make significant breakthroughs in her body.
However, in terms of consequences... unless it was an emergency, Kansan didn't want to use such potions.
The last type was a mental potion led by the Red Queen, found buried by the "traitor." Now there were dozens of versions developed.
There were almost no reactions to Kansan, which disappointed her for quite some time.
After recording all these technologies, the Red Queen sold them to the main god. Unfortunately, there were no other reincarnators at the moment. Otherwise, choosing a split plan would undoubtedly bring Kansan a massive profit!
All the technologies were packaged and sold, and the main god only provided 9999 reincarnation points.
This made the Red Queen resentful, but Kansan thought the little one was throwing a tantrum because it wasn't a five-digit number.
As for the points earned from selling, it was within Kansan's expectations. After all, these things were most suitable for low-level reincarnators.
But speaking of the future, now that reincarnators were "scarce," the main god was recovering from serious injuries and didn't know who the enemy was, it didn't dare to open easily.
Considering all these factors, Kansan threw these things to the main god.
As for the future recovery and redevelopment of the main god... Kansan could only say, "Hehe."
The injuries were all healed. She might as well become a salted fish, or act as a bigshot among the reincarnators, dominating among the newcomers?
Kansan squinted her eyes. If her strength was enough, she wouldn't mind leaving the main god's space.
But now... Although she could confirm other universes in the void, the process was too dangerous. Without the main god's protection, a slight mistake could lead to being killed by various powerhouses!
If she encountered a "capricious" strong one who acted on impulse, and the 'charm' bonus was too outrageous, it might take just a moment for the other party to capture her as a... cough cough.
A blush flashed across Kansan's face, and the Red Queen blinked her eyes, puzzled, then refocused her gaze on Banner.
At this moment, Dr. Banner, whose whole body had turned green, with slightly bulging muscles, but still conscious!
The old professor was providing psychological counseling on the side while observing various data on the display screen.
Soon, the green skin slowly changed to white. The old professor took out a syringe and injected it into Banner.
"Okay, Banner, even if you get angry now, Hulk won't come out."
Banner was still a little dizzy. In such a short time, had he completed what he had worked hard for before?
The old professor removed the restrictions, and Banner sat up from the platform.
"Banner."
"Hmm?"
"Slap!"
The old professor slapped Banner to the ground, and it was evident from the force applied that even his big face showed a hint of redness.
With anger brewing in his chest, Banner struggled to get up from the ground, intending to confront the old professor!
"How is it? Are you very angry? Hulk didn't come out, right?"
Banner was stunned, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face, and he exclaimed excitedly, "I... Have I turned back to a normal person? Can I live like I used to?"
"Normal person?" The old professor's eyes were full of disdain. "Extraordinary genes have always been in your body. The potion only serves to suppress the effect."
The old professor squatted down, aligning his gaze with Banner's. "Only when you are fatally injured or perceive intense danger, will that guy Hulk replace your consciousness."
After speaking, the old professor shook his head self-deprecatingly. "Although we wanted you to replace Hulk, we failed. It's too powerful."
"And you, Banner. Extraordinary beings must have the resolve of extraordinary beings. Think about it, when you turned into Hulk and fought for New York, how many people did you save? Without you, without Hulk, how many families in New York would have fallen into sorrow?"
"I..." Banner's eyes were full of confusion, seemingly unsure how to respond.
"You must be thinking, without Hulk, naturally, there would be other superheroes to save the day."
Banner remained silent, and the old professor indeed hit the nail on the head with his thoughts.
"Regardless of your achievements in other fields or the strange things you have done, you always need to remember one thing."
Banner looked up, waiting for the continuation of the old professor.
"Existence is reasonable."
The old professor stood up, pulling Banner up with him. "You'll understand when you work in Ambrella later. Don't be surprised by anything you see."
Dr. Banner smiled. "I know, because this is Ambrella."
The old professor raised an eyebrow. "You said it right. Here, take this."
Banner received a transparent small bottle from the professor. There were no words on it, just white pills inside, looking like those fake medicines sold on the streets.
"What is this?"
"As long as you take one, Hulk's 'restriction' will be lifted."
Banner's hand trembled, and he smiled bitterly. "I don't think I'll need this, right?"
"Can you guarantee that there won't be moments of imminent danger in the future?"
Banner didn't answer but held the small bottle tightly in his hand.