Chapter 144 - 135 Osborne Father and Son

In every second of Marvel’s universe, Lille was busy too, but not as dangerously.

Now that he had settled on a research direction, Lille was willing to slow down the pace a bit.

After discussing some issues with Dr. Conners and deciding on the subsequent development direction, Lille left the laboratory—along with Peter Parker, the bespectacled kid.

As soon as the two stepped out, they saw a group of gloomy, dark-circled individuals downstairs in the adjacent building.

Lille asked with interest, "What are they doing? They look like they’re about to die."

Peter glanced over and joked, "What do you think? They are obviously a bunch of PhD students—have you heard this joke?

If you see a guy slick with oil chatting up girls in a bar, proudly claiming he’s a PhD student, he’s definitely a scammer.

But if you see someone in a school, emotionally unstable, always dirty-faced, having mood swings, and mumbling some incomprehensible things—

Chances are they’re a real PhD student, maybe even an old one."

Lille’s mouth twitched after hearing this—how true.

Peter quickly added, "Mr. Lille, you really are brave—are you planning to test the Lizard Potion on yourself?"

"Of course not, I don’t want to turn into a lizard, but donating some bone marrow shouldn’t be a problem—"

"But although donating bone marrow is generally considered to have little impact medically, are you sure your body can take it?"

Lille’s expression stiffened—how true.

He had just been thinking about donating some bone marrow and that a bit more of the Lizard Potion would do the trick, totally forgetting this issue.

In this world, he hadn’t even injected that stuff yet.

However, Lille quickly said, "Uh... okay, but I’m sure I’ll find volunteers."

It wasn’t that Lille was vain.

He knew that there would definitely be people in the community who would believe in him and be willing to volunteer.

Even if they would scoff at ads for blood donation and bone marrow as scams, they would choose to trust him.

This feeling was all too familiar to Lille.

Lille then looked to Peter, "Why bring this up? Are you offering to volunteer for the Lizard Serum?"

"Uh..." Peter scratched his head, "I’m probably not the best candidate, not because I’m scared, really!

I’m about to start college, and my family might not be able to cover all the tuition, so I’ll have to work while studying."

Lille smiled, "I understand you, self-funding your way through college is impressive, but the pressure you’ll face won’t be small."

Peter scratched his head again, "That kind of pressure can’t compare to yours—by the way, Mr., do you think it’s possible for transgenic organisms to graft synthetic genes onto humans? I mean spontaneously, like from a bite or some other contact."

"What do you think?" Lille asked knowingly.

Normally, of course not—transgenic organisms are also biological, how could their body fluids recompile another individual’s DNA?

If that were the case, it would mean that people eating transgenic vegetables could also have their genes affected!

But in reality, what works in transgenic engineering are the proteins used to cut DNA, which are biological tools designed to carve genes!

In rare cases, transgenic organisms secrete chemicals or biological toxins that can break down the structure of DNA.

Sure enough, Peter said, "...there is still some possibility, right? Like a transgenic organism that happens to secrete a protein toxin, one that happens to cut DNA or something..."

"Maybe, but that design is a bit too complex. You have to understand that transgenic pharmaceuticals already need to be custom-made for the test subject. Now you’re not only customizing for transgenic organisms but also predicting how their secreted protein affects the human body...

At least we haven’t discovered such methods yet."

"Indeed..."

That’s also why Lille wouldn’t go looking for the spider that created Spiderman.

That spider was almost tailor-made for Spiderman—whether by coincidence or by design.

If that spider truly secreted a venom that could alter DNA, that venom could only normally work on Spiderman.

An ordinary person getting bitten would be far more likely to experience genetic collapse, with only a small chance of becoming Spiderman—

And that kind of Spiderman as opposed to Lizard Man.

In fact, even the genetically modified spider intended for Spiderman sometimes failed to work properly in certain stories, turning Peter into something like the Spider Demon instead.

Lille’s advantage wasn’t some kind of super detector, on the contrary, so far, it only worked on things that Lille was actually able to understand.

The more he understood, the more he felt that some things might just be destiny.

Lille then said, "Normally, if someone goes through that kind of thing, they’d either suffer genetic collapse or turn into... a Lizard Man. Is that what you want?"

Peter shook his head like a rattle, "Of course not... but have you seen the news lately? Apparently, some people have been spotted climbing and leaping between buildings at night like spiders..."

"Haven’t seen it." Lille truly hadn’t seen it, as every minute of his time was spent cramming biological information. Prosthetics development was a very serious matter.

So he shrugged, "Well, then I can only say there might just be as you suggested, a chosen one in this world.

Maybe you’ll become a Lizard Hero or something if a lizard bites you, but I strongly advise against trying that."

As they talked, the two arrived at the school gate, where a young man who looked quite... wealthy walked out of the nearby office building.

It wasn’t that his bank balance was printed on his forehead; he just naturally attracted attention everywhere he went, with that gaze people reserve for the rich.