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Blood plasma technology—Nathan had long realized—was far more than just a scientific curiosity. What he now held in his hands was the foundation of a medical revolution.

The plasma could do more than speed up healing.

With further refinement, it could push the limits of regeneration itself—perhaps even restore lost limbs.

But the current version of the plasma was still unstable. Dangerous. Filled with potential... and risk.

Nathan theorized a solution. By combining the healing capabilities of plasma with a counter-agent—a serum capable of breaking down residual spider genes and the volatile DNA signatures left behind—he could create a disposable, ultra-potent healing serum.

The concept was brilliant in its simplicity:

1. Apply the plasma to stimulate aggressive tissue regeneration.

2. Let the body accelerate the healing process.

3. Introduce a stabilizing agent to remove the temporary genetic enhancements once healing is complete.

The result?

A single-use potion capable of healing catastrophic injuries in minutes, with no long-term mutations or side effects.

Of course, the final details needed refinement. He would still have to conduct clinical tests, cellular simulations, and molecular stabilizations.

But the potential was enormous.

It could make him functionally invincible.

Nathan's heart raced with excitement.

"This is it," he murmured. "The key to enhancing my survival beyond anything even Wolverine could manage."

But first, before he could change the future...

He had to secure the present.

And that meant acquiring the final 20% of Oscorp's shares.

Clutching the folder containing the plasma adhesive bandage technology, Nathan got into his car and pulled onto the neon-lit streets of New York. The city pulsed with energy, alive and restless as always.

Tonight, everything would change.

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The home of the last major shareholder was no modest dwelling.

A gated villa community stood before him—stone walls, electronic security, and a long drive winding through rows of well-manicured hedges.

Nathan parked his out-of-state car and approached the front gate just as a man in his early fifties stepped outside.

The man smiled and extended a hand.

"Mr. Li Luo, I presume?"

Nathan nodded, adjusting his hat slightly.

"James Rutherford. Director at Oscorp. Please, come in. I've prepared a few things—Chilean wine, some snacks. I find it eases the tension in these discussions."

As they entered, James gestured to the neatly arranged living room. Bottles of fine wine rested in crystal decanters beside a tray of hors d'oeuvres.

"Chile has the only vineyards in the world untouched by root aphids, you know. True paradise for grapes."

Nathan offered a polite smile, but his mind was focused.

James, meanwhile, had been under immense stress. With Oscorp shares plummeting and mysterious shareholder deaths making headlines, his holdings had become a liability.

He was desperate to sell.

But no one else had shown interest—until Nathan.

The two sat across from each other. James's hands fidgeted. Despite the elegant surroundings, the tension was palpable.

"Mr. Li, I heard you're offering $13 million for my shares. Is that correct?"

Nathan took a slow sip of wine and shook his head.

"That was a starting figure. But let's be honest. These shares are volatile. Whoever buys them also buys the danger."

James frowned. "$13 million is already below market value. I'd be taking a loss."

"Then name your price," Nathan offered coolly.

James paused, calculating. "Twelve and a half million. That's a full $1.5 million under market. That's the lowest I'll go."

Nathan remained impassive.

"Eleven. One."

James blinked. "Eleven point one million? That's robbery."

He stood, pacing the floor. "That's not even enough to recoup what I've spent over the years. This is insultingly low."

Nathan said nothing. He just met James's eyes and waited.

The silence stretched on.

Finally, James sighed and slumped back onto the sofa. "You're tough. You must've been born in a negotiation booth."

He waved a hand. "Fine. Eleven-point-one. Let's get this over with. Check or wire transfer?"

Nathan gave a faint smile.

"Actually... neither."

James froze.

"Excuse me?"

Nathan leaned forward, folding his hands. "I can't pay you yet. But I will. With interest."

James's eyes narrowed. "Go on."

"Once I control Oscorp, I'll launch a new product. In six months, when profits begin to roll in, I'll repay you $11.1 million with 10% interest—$12.2 million. If I pay within a year, you get 20% interest—$13.3 million."

James stared.

Then he laughed.

Then he stopped laughing.

"You're serious."

"I am."

The warmth left James's face. His tone turned icy.

"Do you take me for a fool, Mr. Li? You walk into my home, offer me dreams instead of dollars, and expect me to trust you?"

"You want my shares with no guarantee. No cash. No security. Just your word? Oscorp hasn't made a dime in months. This is outrageous!"

He stood again, furious.

"Get out."

Nathan didn't flinch.

Instead, he opened the folder he brought and slid it across the coffee table.

"Take a look before you decide."

James hesitated, then reluctantly flipped the cover open.

What he saw next made his brow furrow.

He turned a few pages. Then a few more.

His eyes widened.

"This… this is real?"

Nathan nodded. "A consumer-grade medical bandage enhanced with plasma. Accelerated healing. Three times faster than standard recovery. Fully safe. Already prototyped."

James flipped to the final page.

Test results. Lab data. Market projections.

"This… this could turn the company around."

"Exactly." Nathan's voice was calm. "With your shares, I'll have controlling interest. We launch in six months. You get your money—and profit. Or... you can keep your shares and risk another shareholder 'accident.'"

James slowly exhaled.

Then he set down the folder.

"Fine. Let's sign."

Nathan allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction.

It was done. He now held the key to Oscorp.

He pulled out the final contract.

Just as they were about to sign—

A chilling, twisted laugh echoed through the spacious villa.

"Ahahahaha! So this is where the little mouse has been hiding... trying to steal what's mine."

Nathan and James both froze.

A glint of silver flashed across the room—

A dart, razor-sharp, shot toward Nathan's hand, aiming straight for the contract.

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