What could he say? Monsters, big and small, could only live in one nest.
"It's hard to imagine that this world would have such horrific monsters as you," Abomination said, staring at Lomon Losov with a mixture of disgust and curiosity.
"Monster?" Lomon replied, unfazed. "Sounds a lot like praise."
"I'm not stupid enough to praise you," Abomination shot back.
Lomon's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "It's strange, though. Bruce Banner's mutation created another conscious Hulk, but you didn't."
Abomination smirked, his grotesque face twisting into an expression of both pride and derision. "Because I don't need a second consciousness. I'm a soldier and a warrior. If another consciousness tried to take over my body, my first thought would be to kill it—not let it grow independently."
The venom in his voice revealed disdain, not just for Bruce Banner but for the concept of sharing control.
After mocking Banner and the Hulk, Abomination fell silent for a mont, lost in thought. A mory stirred in his mind—a piercing gaze that once robbed him of his will to fight. It was a look that felt almost divine.
"So, the strength you possess... was it all given by him?" Abomination asked, his voice tinged with sothing close to reverence.
Lomon didn't need to ask who "him" referred to. He tilted his head, eting Abomination's eyes without hesitation. "Yes, everything we have was given by him. When we were at our most desperate, he appeared—like the sun."
"From the lowest depths, he led us to see a completely different world. He broadened our horizons," Lomon added calmly.
Abomination let out a bitter laugh. "What an incredible person. Just when I thought becoming Abomination had made the most powerful warrior in the world, she woke up."
"She?" Lomon raised an eyebrow.
"That woman—Natasha." Abomination's tone turned venomous. "The fall from thinking I was at the top to realizing I was nothing... It's unbearable. Especially for soone as proud as ."
"If you're planning to seek revenge on Natasha, I'd advise against it," Lomon said coolly. "She's worse than . Even with your so-called 'strong self-healing abilities,' you wouldn't last long."
"I'm not that stupid," Abomination muttered, shrugging. Then, almost as an afterthought, he said, "If I told you I wanted to join your organization, would you accept ?"
"Join us?" Lomon looked at him with mild surprise. Despite his composure, he couldn't hide his curiosity. After all, Abomination wasn't known for his honesty or reliability.
"Yes," Abomination confird. "I want to join you."
"Why? Tired of being a sparring partner?"
"When I was a child, I was bullied relentlessly," Abomination began, his voice uncharacteristically calm. "My father told tears wouldn't solve anything. He said if I didn't want to be bullied, I had to beco strong. Truly strong.
"So, I joined the army. I trained harder than anyone else and quickly rose through the ranks, eventually joining the special operations force. But it wasn't enough. No matter how good I was, there were others who surpassed —those with superpowers, mutants, even Iron Man flying around in his shiny suit.
"It filled with rage."
He paused, his monstrous form trembling slightly. "Then Hulk appeared. He gave hope. I waited for my chance, and when it ca, I gambled everything on a blood sample. I beca Abomination.
"I thought I'd finally reached the top," he continued bitterly, "but then you showed up. You shattered my illusion. In front of you, I'm just a ridiculous clown—a sparring partner. If this continues, I'll die full of resentnt, surpassed by kids younger than ."
Abomination clenched his fists, his voice raw with desperation. "I don't want that. I need to get stronger."
At that mont, all traces of cunning and deception disappeared from Abomination's deanor. He bared his soul, revealing the singular drive that consud him: the desire to beco the strongest warrior, no matter the cost.
Lomon studied him intently. His ability to sense emotions and truth—his Observation Haki—confird that Abomination's words were genuine.
"Interesting," Lomon said with a faint smile. "So, do you think you're worthy of joining us?"
Abomination t his gaze without flinching. "Do you?"
Lomon didn't hesitate. "It's not my decision to make."
Abomination nodded, understanding imdiately. The final decision rested with soone else.
Lomon tapped his earpiece. "Clarice."
From the other end ca the cheerful voice of Clarice. "Wow, you actually killed my character, brother Lomon! You owe compensation."
"Fine, fine," Lomon replied with a sigh. "I'll buy you whatever you want. Just get ready."
"Hehe! It's open!"
With a triumphant laugh from Clarice, a portal shimred into existence.
Half an Hour Later
Abomination stood in the vast hall of a sky base, his nerves on edge. Below the transparent glass floor, he could see thick clouds and the faint blue of the sky.
The hall was eerily quiet, save for the distant sounds of children playing. Abomination's focus, however, was elsewhere. This was a pivotal mont in his life, and his anxiety was palpable.
He rarely felt fear, but now his heart pounded in his chest.
Suddenly—
Weng!!
A burst of golden particles filled the air, coalescing into the shape of a tall, majestic figure. The golden cross-shaped starburst illuminated the hall, signaling the arrival of soone extraordinary.
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