Abomination

Banner’s capture went quite smoothly. The drug Samuel Sterns had injected into him truly worked; he did not transform directly, and after being anesthetized, he was strapped to a stretcher and loaded onto the plane.

Fortunately, his girlfriend was with him. As General Ross’s daughter, she at least ensured that Banner did not suffer much mistreatment.

As for Human Path Pain in his identity as Master Belnar, along with Samuel Sterns, they were left behind in the laboratory to be questioned by a female Lieutenant Colonel.

Because the operation had gone so smoothly, General Ross and the others did not know what this laboratory was mainly used for, nor did they understand the value of what was inside.

The questioning was mainly because the laboratory’s appearance and Banner’s condition had made them somewhat suspicious.

They wanted to ask what had been done here and what it was used for.

That was why only an insignificant Lieutenant Colonel had been left behind for the questioning. General Ross directly took his precious Hulk and daughter aboard a helicopter and flew away.

But just as Samuel Sterns finished explaining the laboratory’s basic situation, and the Lieutenant Colonel began to realize the severity of the matter—

The next moment, Emil Blonsky knocked the questioning Lieutenant Colonel unconscious.

Then, with a savage expression, he stood before the two of them and roared,

"I want that kind of power. You must have a way, don’t you?"

Under the normal plot, the future "Leader," Samuel Sterns, would have helped him under pressure, and then become infected himself after blood seeped into the wound on his head.

But this time was slightly different from the original plot, because Human Path Pain had also been left here as an irrelevant bystander…

"I can help you with that."

Before Samuel Sterns could buckle under the threat, Human Path Pain spoke first with a gentle smile.

For some reason, when Emil Blonsky saw Master Bernard’s smile, he naturally felt an inexplicable sense of trust. This man seemed trustworthy…

Outside the laboratory, Hansen stood with his arms folded, cradling his long blade against his chest. His face was filled with loneliness as he quietly waited for the opponent who was about to appear.

Based on all the probing they had done, they had learned that rushing into the room before Abomination transformed would likely trigger a chain reaction, resulting in the destruction of the entire laboratory and leaving them with nothing.

The final conclusion was that this was likely a rule of the space itself, where gains were proportional to what one gave up. It was difficult to avoid.

So, if they wanted the large batch of replicated plasma inside, the most important thing was to draw Abomination out and fight him.

However, they could exploit a loophole by sending lower-ranked Reincarnators inside to take the items. Once the items were secured, the stronger fighters holding Abomination back could withdraw, maximizing the cost-effectiveness.

They would not need to take too much risk, while still obtaining considerable rewards.

That was the advantage of a mature point-farming space.

The road ahead had already been paved by revolutionary martyrs.

As he waited quietly, he took out a paper document from his clothes and reviewed the information he had long since memorized. Quite a few predecessors had died at Abomination’s hands, so he absolutely would not let his guard down. Only by gathering the most effective intelligence could he respond accordingly.

"Abomination, height: six feet eight inches, 204 cm. Weight: 980 pounds, 445 kg. Possesses astonishing brute strength and can tear apart armored vehicles head-on. His combat instincts surpass Hulk’s, and his fighting ability is also higher than Hulk’s initial state. However, he lacks Hulk’s special potential. His agility is slightly better than Hulk’s, but only slightly. As long as…"

Boom—

With a violent crash, a hole over five meters in diameter was smashed through the laboratory wall.

Then a gigantic monster more than five meters tall, fat-faced and big-eared, covered in stitching marks and wielding a hooked Iron Chain, landed on the street.

The moment it landed, the ground collapsed into a massive crater. Cracks spread in every direction, and the entire street shook violently. Many parked vehicles were even bounced into the air by the tremors.

Hansen lowered his head once more to look at the "204 cm" height and "445 kg" weight written in his classified intelligence, then silently tore the document into pieces.

To hell with intelligence. Charging straight in was the right answer.

Drawing his long blade shimmering with Silver Radiance, Hansen vanished from where he stood the next instant. Leaving a trail of afterimages behind him, he slashed a huge wound several meters long across Abomination’s body.

Hmph.

Being bigger just made him easier to hit.

But when Hansen turned back, he saw that the enormous wound, several meters long, had nearly healed already. Countless black threads wrapped around it and pulled it shut.

Not only that, before the wound had even healed—or rather, the instant his attack landed—the other side had already launched a counterattack.

When he turned around, he saw the hook nearly upon him, rapidly growing larger in his vision.

"!@…%@!￥#"

Gasp!

The moment Hansen made his move, he had already sent the signal for the support squad to act.

When he had traveled through the past and given Abomination a slash, the long-prepared support squad had eagerly smashed through windows from all directions and entered the laboratory.

With all manner of tactical rolls and seamless cooperation, they secured every direction in the laboratory. Each trusted their teammates completely, confidently leaving their backs in their care.

Clearly, they had trained together more than once or twice.

But after carrying out their fierce series of maneuvers, they discovered that the entire laboratory was completely empty.

Only one man, who looked like an honest fellow, was packing up the final piece of equipment and sealing it into a Sealing Scroll.

No way.

Our target had only been the plasma.

But this guy had gone even further and taken the entire set of equipment too?

Hey, hey—

Wasn’t this against the rules? Didn’t the space’s nature mean that the more you gave, the more you gained?

This was not scientific!

"Look, Lord Hansen seems to be having a hard time fighting."

At that moment, Il, whose eyes were equipped with special mechanical devices and whose entire body was clad in futuristic armor, pointed beyond the hole in the wall.

Because the hole was so large, their view was excellent, allowing them to see the battle outside directly.

At that moment, Hansen’s foot had been hooked, and he was being slammed back and forth against the ground. He looked utterly miserable.

"That must be it. Lord Hansen must have paid a sufficient price, which is why all the plasma-producing equipment was preserved."

"Just like Lord Hansen holding things up outside while arranging for us to come in and take the plasma, this monster must be too powerful this time, causing an unexpected change in the rewards!"

The group quickly wore expressions of sudden realization. This fellow before them was a thief who had come to steal the fruits of their victory!

Meanwhile, Human Path Pain, who had already put everything away, looked at the few people wearing ill-intentioned expressions and felt somewhat surprised.

These people understood some of the space’s operating style quite well. There must have been some big shot teaching them.

He had deliberately modified Abomination a little. Aside from making some experimental improvements, his main purpose had also been to increase the difficulty. Otherwise, he feared some "machine damage" accident might occur when he dismantled the machines.

The space was absolutely petty enough to do something like that.

But he had barely finished collecting everything when others with the same goal came in. What a coincidence…

Then, the gentle smile on Human Path Pain’s face slowly turned into something dark and sinister.

He had already conducted some experiments on the space’s natives. Could he try acting directly against Reincarnators? His hands had just started itching, and now someone had delivered themselves to his door…