With this thought in mind, he immediately immersed his consciousness into the system and carefully examined the formula description of the perfected version of the Hulk serum.
The Perfect Hulk Serum is a super-enhancing agent optimized and refined from the original Hulk serum.
Its stability and enhancement effects surpass those of the original, granting the user 1.5 to 3 times the power of the classic Hulk.
Most importantly, it avoids the uncontrolled monstrous transformation typically associated with the original formula—while still retaining the core trait of growing stronger with rising anger.
"Is it really possible to wield power greater than the standard Hulk's—without turning into a rampaging monster—and still amplify strength through rage?"
Good heavens! What kind of miraculous formula is this?! We must synthesize it—and fast!
As he listened to the system's description, Loren grew increasingly excited, itching to begin developing the Perfect Hulk Serum right away.
But that was clearly impossible for now. His energy and time were fully committed to constructing nano-scale general-purpose combat robots and nano-armor.
Thus, work on the Perfect Hulk Serum would have to wait until the nano-armor project was complete.
Fortunately, that wouldn't take long. At his current pace, he estimated he could finish both the nanobots and the nanosuits within a month.
Moreover, his robotic army was already in full production—meaning his overall combat capability would skyrocket within that same timeframe.
Once that foundation was secure, developing the Perfect Hulk Serum would be the perfect next step: a true double triumph.
The thought filled him with mounting excitement, and he once again channeled all his focus into the creation of the nanobots.
Time flew—and in the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.
Over the past month, New York City had remained far from peaceful, with one crisis after another unfolding across the boroughs.
Each day, the front page of the New York Times featured reports of superhuman-related crimes and bizarre incidents.
Among the most frequently mentioned figures were Spider-Woman—the beloved neighborhood hero—and the Green Goblin, whose notoriety had surged in recent weeks.
During the past month, Spider-Woman and the Green Goblin had clashed multiple times, yet each encounter ended with the Goblin escaping unscathed.
The Goblin's escalating atrocities had already claimed the lives of numerous civilians, and Spider-Woman's repeated failures to apprehend him had begun to erode public confidence.
Criticism and mockery of Spider-Woman's effectiveness started to spread—and the Daily Bugle, ever eager to stoke controversy, seized the opportunity.
Their headlines during this period were filled with scathing commentary:
> "March 10: Fifth Clash This Month Between Spider-Woman and Green Goblin—Again, the Villain Escapes After Slaughtering Innocents!"
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> "March 12: Spider-Woman's Latest Attempt to Capture Green Goblin Ends in Failure—and Injury. Is the Web-Slinger Losing His Edge?"
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> "March 15: Green Goblin Strikes Osborne Group HQ—Three Researchers Killed. Where Was Spider-Woman?"
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> "March 19: In a Bold New Look, Spider-Woman Debuts a Sleek White, Black, and Pink Suit—Signaling a Fresh Start?"
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> "March 20: Exclusive! The Daily Bugle Releases Limited-Edition Art Prints of Spider-Woman's New Costume—Get Yours Before They're Gone!"
Then, on the evening of March 20, came a breaking update:
> "Spider-Woman Smashes Into the Daily Bugle Office After Hours—Destroys Every Copy of the 'Art Print' Series!"
John Jameson, publisher of the Daily Bugle, issued a strong condemnation of the incident and called on law enforcement to hold the vigilante accountable.
Inside the secret laboratory of the Morgan Estate…
After more than a month in seclusion, Loren lounged on the sofa, enjoying the long-awaited kneeling service from Tifa and 2B.
He squinted at the stack of Daily Bugle reports from the past few days, his expression unreadable—like an old man reading a newspaper on the subway.
"I've only been gone for a little over a month, and the world's already gone mad like this? 'Spider Woman'? What an absurd name."
"No wonder he's the king of memes—John Jameson. His flair for attention really is impressive."
Loren spoke with a wry smile. "I've heard of the Daily Bugle."
In his previous life, John Jameson—a minor character at best—had somehow become nearly as iconic as Peter Parker. His infectious laughter, in particular, had been endlessly memed and gone viral across the internet.
What he hadn't expected was that in this world, John was just as unhinged—and just as openly antagonistic toward Spider-Woman.
"Boss, should we intervene?" Tifa asked, kneeling before him, her large, glistening eyes filled with concern. "Miss Gwen is, after all, a young woman—and your… ambiguous classmate. Being constantly slandered by such unscrupulous media is devastating for her reputation. It's practically a slap in the face to you."
In Tifa's mind, Gwen would inevitably join their circle and become one of their sisters. She already considered her family—and when family was under attack, she couldn't stand idly by.
In stark contrast, 2B remained impassive. Gwen's plight meant nothing to her. After over a month apart, her only desire was to serve her creator faithfully.
"Alright," Loren said. "Have someone warn John Jameson to tread carefully—or we cut off his funding."
"Understood. I'll handle it shortly," Tifa replied. "By the way, the Green Goblin's been acting especially arrogant lately, stirring up trouble everywhere. Should we take action?"
Unlike 2B—who existed only to obey—Tifa, as head butler of the manor, bore the weight of broader responsibilities. To make sound decisions, she needed to weigh every angle—and that meant consulting Loren for his perspective.
At this, Loren paused thoughtfully, then shook his head.
"The Green Goblin's true identity is Harry's father, and I have a decent relationship with Harry. It wouldn't be right for me to go after his dad."
More importantly, the Green Goblin hadn't threatened their interests—yet. "As long as he doesn't reach into our domain, we'll keep watching for now."
After all, they weren't S.H.I.E.L.D., and Loren certainly wasn't Nick Fury—that bald, no-nonsense spymaster who needed to control everything.
"A little chaos in the world actually works in our favor," Loren added. "We can always step in if things spiral out of control."
"Besides," he concluded, "it's just the Green Goblin. He's not capable of causing real damage."
Just then, the voice of the artificial intelligence Alice echoed through the chamber.
"Boss, the polymerization and separation trials for the nano general-purpose combat robot have succeeded. Miss A2 has awakened and is currently undergoing final polymerization and shaping."
Moments later, a strange black mist poured from the manufacturing chamber. It swirled violently before coalescing in an instant—revealing a woman of cold, striking beauty standing before Loren.
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