In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The Osborne Building is located on the south side of Central Park in Manhattan, not far from the Stark Tower.

At this moment, at the top of the Osborne Building, in Norman Osborne's office.

Classical music mingled with soothing incense wafted gently through the office.

Norman lay back in the chair, his eyes half-closed, pinching his furrowed brow with two fingers, trying to smooth it out.

"Harry's illness is getting worse..."

Norman slowly raised his tired eyelids, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

He tried many methods to treat his child, but Harry's illness was a congenital genetic defect, not just a simple minor or major illness.

The only way to cure Harry is to make precise modifications to his genes... but he can't do that.

Or rather, current human technology cannot do it. There are many people in the world who conduct gene experiments, but which experimental result is not obtained by "accident"?

Precisely modifying genes... that's something only God can do, at least that's what Norman thinks.

Perhaps only God can truly cure Harry.

After thinking for what seemed like an eternity, Norman finally took out his phone and made a call.

"crooked?"

"Wayne? This is your Uncle Norman... Oh, right, have you had breakfast yet?"

after an hour……

A commercial helicopter slowly landed at the watchtower.

"Dad? What are we doing here?"

Harry followed behind Norman, looking around at the somewhat familiar surroundings.

"Stop talking nonsense and stay close."

Norman, who seemed somewhat impatient, had an unconcealable smile on his lips for some reason, and walked briskly straight to the elevator, as if he knew the way well.

When the watchtower was first built, not only Norman and Tony, who were associated with Wayne, but also some unrelated business tycoons shamelessly came to the watchtower.

After requesting access to the underground floors (number 10-15) on the holographic screen inside the elevator and receiving approval, the elevator began to slowly descend.

Inside the elevator with Osborn and his son, the silence was eerily quiet, prompting Harry to ask again.

"Dad, so why are we here? To a superhero party? That doesn't make sense. Wayne's a true friend; why wouldn't he tell me beforehand if he's having a party?"

"Party, party... You're about to die and you're still thinking about parties? You know your own body best!"

Norman, unusually, spoke to Harry in a slightly harsher tone.

Harry, sensing the concern in his voice, paused for a moment before chuckling, "I'm fine, aren't I? I've just been a little tired lately, nothing serious!"

Norman glared at his unlucky son with annoyance.

Harry wasn't stupid; he quickly realized what was going on, his face beaming with undisguised surprise. "So you brought me here because?!"

"That's right, I even gave up my most precious thing to get that child to agree."

"You let me stick my butt out? Wait a minute, I don't remember Wayne having that kind of fetish... Ouch!"

"How dare you talk to me like that!"

Norman gave Harry a flick on the forehead, annoyed. "But you're right about one thing, that kid is definitely a good brother."

Ding—The elevator doors open.

This floor is an underground space specifically used for experiments.

The researcher, who had been waiting there, confirmed Norman's identity and then led the two of them to a laboratory in the distance.

Along the way, Harry forgot to observe this underground space he had never been to before, only keeping his head down and watching Norman's feet to prevent himself from losing him, while all the rest of his thoughts were devoted to rehearsing various scenarios in his mind.

Just like one of the scenarios he had imagined, he arrived at the sizable laboratory and stepped through the high-tech, round automatic door—his good friend was standing not far away, with his back to him.

"Wayne?"

"You're here?"

Wayne was dressed casually at the time, after all, he had flown over from Baxter Building after seeing Harry and Norman arrive at the laboratory.

And since there were no enemies, he was too lazy to use ether particles to condense his battle suit.

"Viper."

Wayne called out, and Viper, who had been waiting there for Harry and Viper, walked over gracefully with a contract in his hand.

"Mr. Osborn, please sign here."

"What is this?"

Harry took the contract; it was covered in writing.

"Your indenture."

Wayne hadn't expected Viper's contract to be so "detailed"—it seemed that Harry would now have the final say on whether to use the men's or women's restroom.

"???"

Harry turned to Norman in disbelief—You sold me out?!

"Stop talking nonsense! Sign it now!"

Norman flicked Harry on the head, then gave Wayne a big smile. "Just do whatever you want with him, Wayne. If he doesn't listen to you, just talk to your Uncle Norman."

With Norman's shrewdness, he certainly understood the consequences of signing a contract without carefully reading it.

But he understood even more clearly that if someone as extraordinary as Superman really wanted to mess with them, then whether the contract was signed or not would just be a piece of waste paper.

It would be better to give Wayne a good impression.

Besides, Wayne and Harry are good friends, so there's no need to worry too much.

"I really don't know how my mom ever fell for you... Hey! Getting anxious?!"

Harry instinctively thought Norman was going to flick his forehead again, but Norman simply put his hand on his shoulder.

Harry was certain he had never seen Norman with that expression before.

"Promise me you'll take good care of yourself."

Norman pulled Harry over and gave him a tight hug. "Alright, go now, go get treatment."

"...I know, Dad."

Harry's stunned expression softened, and without hesitation, trusting Wayne wouldn't betray his brother, he signed his name, "Harry Osborn," directly on it.

After signing, he raised an eyebrow at Wayne. "Sir, are you satisfied? You now have a servant."

"Someone come here."

Wayne couldn't help but chuckle, giving the guy a disgruntled look. "Get my brother a V1 to try it out."

V1?

Hearing this unfamiliar word, Harry couldn't help but feel confused.

Soon he saw several researchers come out of the experimental area at the back, with the lead researcher carrying a silver-white box.

"BOSS".

The lead researcher opened the box, inside which was a test tube containing some kind of blue liquid.

When Wayne returned from the Black Robe World, he also obtained a V1 sample, which is why Tomorrow Fortress now has the V1 recipe.

However, the shortcomings of V1 have not yet been overcome, but the researchers will not question the BOSS's decision.

The essence of V1 is violent genetic modification; it involves random mutations, not targeted gene modification.

Therefore, normally speaking, injecting V1 would most likely not only fail to resolve Harry's genetic defect, but could even cause the defective gene to proliferate and spread, thus directly killing Harry.

But Wayne would never let Harry go to his death.