Peter's fingers froze mid-keystroke. "Another serum?"
Ned leaned forward, eyes wide. "Okay, now I'm listening."
Harry set his coffee down, gaze sharpening with interest. "You're not bluffing?"
Nova shrugged like it was no big deal. "Why would I waste my best bargaining chip on a bluff?"
He looked entirely at ease — like he was offering lunch plans instead of rewriting another corner of human biology.
Harry turned toward Elara, who had begun moving toward the door, discreet and professional, sensing the topic had turned sensitive. But before she could exit, Nova raised a hand.
"You can stay," he said casually. "After all… you're going to be working with me."
Elara paused, brow twitching. She looked at Harry, who just sighed and nodded for her to remain.
Still, she hesitated slightly. They were discussing another serum — and if it was anything like the Regeneration Serum, this could be global-level news again. Was this guy really so cavalier with breakthrough tech?
She quietly stepped back into position, tablet still in hand but her eyes more focused now.
Nova leaned forward, voice calm but confident. "It's a derivative of the Regeneration Serum, but optimized for a single purpose: muscle synthesis acceleration. Non-mutants, mutants — doesn't matter. But here's the catch — it only works during active physical training. No shortcuts."
Harry raised a brow. "So… what does it actually do?"
"It enhances microtear repair rate, promotes lean tissue growth, and triggers accelerated mitochondrial biogenesis. Basically, it hypercharges your post-workout gains without steroid backlash. No hormonal interference and no passive mutations."
Peter blinked, wheels turning. "So… if someone trained seriously, they could build an athletic body in, what—weeks instead of months?"
Nova nodded. "Exactly. You still have to earn it. But it removes the biological bottleneck."
Elara's tone turned analytical. "Side effects? Muscle cramps? Digestive load? Protein toxicity?"
Nova met her gaze. "Minimal. The nanocatalysts only activate under muscular stress and elevated heart rate. If you aren't pushing your body, they pass through harmlessly. And we capped uptake thresholds — no overbuilding or accidental hypertrophy."
Ned whispered, "Bro… he made willpower-based super protein powder."
Harry let out a slow breath, visibly calculating. "And you're offering the formula?"
Nova nodded. "A complete formula, without any side effects — except for the increased food intake. Muscle has to come from somewhere, after all. Calories don't grow on trees. Oh, and I've also formulated it in multiple grades."
Peter perked up. "Grades?"
Nova leaned back, grinning wider. "Yep. From Grade I to Grade V. Higher the grade, faster the results — but also pricier and harder to manufacture. Grade I might cut your usual three-month gym routine to three weeks. Grade V? We're talking elite-tier hypertrophy in under a week — assuming your body and willpower can keep up."
Harry squinted. "And no side effects even at the high-end grades?"
Nova raised a finger. "No biological side effects. No hormonal damage. No nervous stress. And no —" he looked right at Elara, "— no lifespan reduction. This isn't some cheap life-burn amplifier. It's precision work."
Elara nodded slowly, visibly impressed. "So… cellular regeneration without accelerated telomere degradation. That's… incredibly rare."
Nova winked. "I don't do shortcuts. I do systems."
Peter glanced up, intrigued. "I mean, imagine the impact — daily life first. Office workers, students, regular folks — most people want to get in shape but give up early. This would push them over that first barrier."
Ned chimed in, "And gyms are gonna go nuts. Memberships would skyrocket. Everyone suddenly seeing results in a week? Trainers would start using it too."
Elara added, "Medical rehab centers could cut recovery time drastically — especially for muscle atrophy cases. Combine it with physiotherapy protocols, and patients could regain lost strength in half the time."
Harry folded his arms. "The military will be all over it. Conditioned soldiers in days, not months. Controlled hypertrophy for field-ready units. Special forces programs will jump this tech instantly."
Nova smirked. "Exactly. No more forced steroid programs, no long downtime. It's scalable, modular, and above all — fair. No power without effort."
Peter shook his head, stunned. "Do you know how many people dream of getting fit but never break through the early pain barrier? This could flip that. Like, actually help regular folks get fit — if they try."
Looking amazed, Ned leaned in. "So… what's it called?"
Nova tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… I'm gonna name it Training Potion. Or something similar. But 'Potion' is definitely staying."
There was a beat of silence.
Peter stared at him flatly. "Potion?"
Nova grinned. "What? Sounds cool. Marketable. Like something you'd buy in a fantasy game, then chug before a boss fight."
Ned blinked. "...You mean like... Training Acceleration +10?"
Nova pointed at him. "Exactly."
A synchronized groan rippled through the room.
Peter slumped in his seat. "You've officially named a scientific breakthrough like a D&D item drop."
Harry dragged a hand down his face. "This is worse than the time you claimed you had a foursome with Lily Potter, Narcissa Malfoy, and Emma Granger."
Nova grumbled, "Hey, I was telling the truth. I did have that foursome."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "In what? Your dreams? Your fanfiction folder? Or one of those AI-generated videos you accidentally downloaded thinking it was a lecture?"
Ned nodded solemnly. "Next he'll say the potion gives +5 charisma to liars."
Elara, still tapping at her tablet, didn't even look up. "I'm updating your profile as we speak: Delusional, potentially dangerous. Claims magical sexual history and names medicine like a twelve-year-old wizard."
Harry sighed, sipping his coffee. "Oscorp HR is gonna need a special department just for handling Nova-related damage control."
Nova just leaned back, entirely unbothered. "Jealousy's an ugly thing, gentlemen."
Peter shook his head. "So is naming your biotech line like it came from a Hogwarts vending machine."
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After that, Nova spent the rest of his afternoon at Oscorp, negotiating the profit terms for the new serum. The process was tedious — pages of clauses, percentages, and licensing minutiae. Exactly the kind of post-creation chore he had little patience for. Once the innovation was done, the paperwork could go to hell. Or better yet — to Elara.
Not out of laziness or anything, just out of pure efficiency. Let the professionals handle the bureaucracy.
Elara, without a doubt, was the real surprise of the day. Her mutant ability — enhanced neural processing with true multi-threaded cognition — made her a natural-born powerhouse in the research division. She could run biochemical modeling in one thread, literature analysis in another, and still maintain situational awareness across three different data feeds.
But what if that pairing that with GMD — the Grey Matter's Diadem?
That would elevate her into something truly dangerous: a living research engine with near-posthuman efficiency.
With the Diadem enhancing her mental power and comprehension speed, Elara could absorb high-level technical data, unravel biochemical chains, model multi-disciplinary interactions, and optimize experimental designs — all in parallel.
The Diadem's Mental Archive linked directly to Nova's library, allowing her to permanently store and categorize anything she studied. And its processor sync feature enabled her to offload memory indexing or even run real-time simulations using Nova's custom CPU array.
More importantly, GMD amplified mental attributes based on percentile scaling, not flat values.
Which meant the stronger your natural intellect, the more absurd the results became.
And Elara's mutant-enhanced baseline was already formidable. With GMD layered on top? That was exponential growth. Neural overclocking taken to terrifying levels.
Nova couldn't help but grin. The serum he'd handed over today wasn't just business — it was a reward. A gift to fate, for delivering this unexpected gem. He hadn't planned to release that particular serum any time soon… but Elara had changed his mind.
Of course, her ability came with built-in limitations. High-tier neural activity required enormous metabolic support — she burned calories like a furnace. Extended use led to migraines, memory fragmentation, and cognitive crashes if she didn't pace herself. But Nova wasn't worried.
He had faith in Grey Matter — and in himself. With time, he could engineer a stabilizing supplement or a complete solution to this problem.
Because if anyone could push the GMD's upper bounds and still walk away intact… it was Elara.
So he was going to appoint Elara as his secretary for this Marvel world — with the same privileges enjoyed by Celise and Lily.
Nova came out of his thoughts as Elara opened the door to his office. Harry have given each of us private office's in Oscorp.
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