The bus came to a slow stop in front of Oscorp's main complex.
The building didn't loom in the dramatic sense. It didn't need to. Its presence was established through scale, proportion, and restraint—steel and glass arranged with the confidence of something that had already won.
It reflected the morning sky so cleanly that it was hard to tell where architecture ended and atmosphere began.
Students filed out in clusters, voices overlapping, excitement bleeding into noise.
Peter nearly tripped stepping off the bus, recovering with an awkward hop that made MJ laugh.
Harry Osborn waited near the entrance, posture casual, hands in his pockets, already accustomed to this place in a way no one else was.
Yamo stepped down more carefully. It was just a bus ride, but his knees bent slightly too long, his controll still unfamiliar with his current body.
He didn't resent it. He noted it.
Inside Oscopr, the air was cooler and filtered, carrying the faint sterile scent common to research facilities.
Sound softened immediately, absorbed by materials designed to prevent echo and distraction.
The tour guide introduced herself and began moving the group forward with practiced efficiency.
Yamo walked near the back.
His attention wasn't on the displays or the polished explanations. It was on structure—how corridors curved, where doors thickened, where personnel density increased.
'If Harry's dad knew what kind of potential the sajyan race has, what my blood could do, he would kill me for it. The Green Goblin...'
The Green Goblin stood out among Spider-Man's adversaries as one of the most formidable and terrifying.
He demonstrates comparable strength, enhanced by advanced equipment and a volatile temperament that initially seems to provoke disruption, but thats only the surface the general public will come to know.
Norman Osborn, later on The Green Goblin, is a powerful industrialist and the head of Oscorp, a man driven by ambition, control, and the need to stay ahead in a competitive world.
Publicly, he is respected, influential, and composed. Privately, he is willing to cross ethical and legal boundaries to protect his position and expand his power.
His intelligence and resources make him dangerous long before he ever gained powers.
The Green Goblin originates from Norman's involvement with experimental technology and chemical enhancement.
Whether through a serum, advanced weaponry, or a combination of both, the transformation enhances his physical abilities and sharpens his mind, while eroding his restraint.
The Goblin is not a separate being, but an escalation of Norman's worst traits—his arrogance, ruthlessness, and belief that power justifies action.
As the Green Goblin, Norman operates outside the limits that bind him as a businessman.
The mask provides anonymity and freedom, allowing him to intimidate rivals, manipulate events, and confront threats directly.
His clashes with Spider-Man stem from interference and control rather than ideology.
At its core, the Green Goblin represents what happens when ambition is no longer tempered by responsibility.
'I forgot what was in the serum, but I'm sure my blood would be a useful item in the right hands.'
*
They entered the bioengineering wing without incident.
The guide spoke evenly about neural mapping, genetic limits, and adaptive intelligence.
Most students half-listened. A few took notes. Peter was engaged in the way he always was when something scratched his curiosity.
Then they reached the primate observation gallery.
Behind reinforced glass, the enclosure was clean and controlled. Artificial terrain. Puzzle mechanisms. Climbing frames designed to test cognition as much as strength.
Two monkeys were behind the glass and already active.
Most of the students reacted the same way—interest, mild unease, curiosity. Someone made a joke about Planet of the Apes. Another commented on how big they were.
No one noticed the shift in the atmosphere, but Yamo did.
The moment he crossed the threshold of the gallery, his instinct of danger flared up. His steps slowed subcounsciously.
One of the monkeys turned toward him at the same time. It's wide brown eyes looked at Yamo astonished.
The monkeys posture changed. Shoulder squared. Muscles coiled beneath coarse fur. Eyes locked onto him with direct, unmistakable hostility.
But the other one reacted differently. While his roomate oozed fighting spirit, he froze.
Its body drew inward, posture low and defensive, eyes wide and scared not. Its gaze never left Yamo.
No one else noticed the gazes of the monkey directed at Yamo. To the others, the monkeys were restless but contained. Normal lab behavior.
Yamo mused. 'Interesting. They can tell even without the tail. I visited a zoo once with my school, but back then nothing happened'
His mind flicked to his body, race and physiology. He replayed a scene of the previous night in his mind.
After leaving the warehouse, after stashing the money, after changing clothes, he had stood alone in the dark and focused his energy inward.
The tail had responded immediately, as it always did—present, alive, an extension of himself.
He had severed it cleanly with KI blade and then incinerated it in a single ki beam.
It hurt immensely and and Yamo lost some blood, but it was a necessary precaution.
He could regrow it whenever he wanted. All it took was focus and intent—willing his energy to reconstitute what was already part of him. Saiyan biology was persistent like that.
But for now, it stayed gone, but the monkeys didn't care. They sensed the origin, not the appendage.
The aggressive monkey pressed closer to the glass, breath fogging the surface faintly. Low sounds vibrated in his chests—not loud enough for humans to register as alarm, but enough for Yamo to recognize challenge.
The fearful one retreated, hands gripping metal bars as if expecting something terrible.
Yamo shifted his weight slightly.
The aggressive monkey mirrored the movement instantly. That was when the system stirred.
[Warning: Biological resonance detected.]
Yamo kept his face neutral. 'Explain,' he thought.
[Subjects exhibit heightened response to native apex genetics.]
That tracked. A second notification followed, colder.
[Event convergence risk identified. Host is identified as the cause.]
Yamo's attention sharpened.
[Subject: Peter Parker.]
His jaw tightened slightly. 'So it starts here.'
The system continued.
[If Subject fails to acquire expected abilities, probability of the User will generate extreme Store Point influx.]
So this was the fork.
If Peter didn't become Spider-Man, Yamo would gain power at an absurd rate—but the world would fracture in unpredictable ways.
Which meant—He couldn't stay.
A new prompt surfaced.
[Optional Combat Quest Available.] [Objective: Engage enhanced primate subjects and deal 30% damage of their total health points to them] [Reward: +5 All Stats.]
Yamo didn't even consider it. 'I decline'
[Quest declined.] The prompt vanished.
The aggressive monkeys remained tense, but the immediate escalation stalled. The fearful one didn't relax.
Yamo turned away from the group and tapped Peter on his shoulder. "Restroom," he said quietly to Peter as he passed.
Peter glanced at him. "Now?"
"Won't take long."
Yamo moved through the corridor alone, footsteps measured, posture unremarkable. Only once the enclosure was out of sight did the pressure ease fully.
'So if I stay,' he thought, 'I interfere. Why? Is it because the original Spider-Man doesn't have a cousin he lives with? Or because I'm from a different universe?'
Yamo didn't count for it, but the system remained silent. Yamo took his shirt of and properly looked at his shell of a body until he slightly pulled down his pants.
He wet his hand with farm water and cleaned his underwear and butt a little. Dried blood and pain followed these actions.
'The hole will close in a day or two, but the bus ride over here really hurt with all the shaking from the bus.'
Yamo put on his shirt and washed his hands longer than necessary, and existed the restroom and didn't return to the group.
Instead, he doubled back.
The gallery was quieter now. The tour had moved on. There were no students and only staff and security remained at a distance.
The monkeys were still there.
The moment Yamo re-entered their range, the reaction returned—but muted. The aggressive ones tensed again, but didn't charge the glass. The fearful one watched him with something close to reverence.
Yamo chuckled slightly as he approached. 'The tour guide said something about them being twice as strong as the average human man, maybe the prince of all sajyans is this agressive monkey and scared one is raditz?'
Yamo intensly looked at the two monkeys and fell into deep thought 'I wonder how the Dragonball world doing right now? I think it's still before the beginning of Z'
The system flickered and broke Yamo's train of thought.
[Probability stabilized.]
"Nice" Yamo said himself.
Crack
The glass holding the ape's confined cracked.