[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-217":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: The Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1085948,1417,"Chapter 217 Dim","marvel-the-villain-chapter-217",217,"\u003Cp>The sun rose, scorching the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a humble apartment in a Brazilian favela, Bruce Banner was sound asleep on a cot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was dim, the air foul, and most importantly, there was no air conditioning. Banner’s white shirt was already soaked with sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was one of America’s top physicists, once living in a luxury apartment and enjoying a generous salary. But an experiment gone wrong had plunged him into an abyss, his future dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been half a year since the accident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To evade the military’s pursuit and avoid becoming a guinea pig, Banner had endured hardships to sneak into Brazil, where he now worked at a soda bottling factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the conditions were harsh and the wages barely covered subsistence, for the fugitive Banner, it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a startled cry, Banner jolted awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he saw his surroundings and heard the familiar but incomprehensible foreign language did he gradually relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For over half a year, the lab accident and the tragic state of his girlfriend, Betty, had constantly haunted him. Eight out of ten dreams were nightmares of those scenes, startling him awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep! Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart rate: 175!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the number on his heart-rate monitor, which was nearly off the charts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner immediately sat cross-legged, using breathing exercises to calm his anxiety and lower his heart rate. It was a practical technique from Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for controlling emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through half a year of non-stop effort, Banner had mastered it. He could now remain calm in situations that would make an ordinary person fly into a rage. This was, perhaps, the greatest gain from his time in Brazil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once his heart rate stabilized, Banner got up, made breakfast, and turned on the TV to watch while he ate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in Brazil, Banner always kept up with the news from the United States. He had installed a satellite dish on the roof that could pick up signals from dozens of countries in North and South America, even the adult channels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Banner absolutely could not watch those.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over half a year without female contact was torture for a healthy adult male. Now, the moment he saw such intimate scenes, his heart rate would pound uncontrollably. Not even the breathing techniques worked then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He switched to an American news channel, which was broadcasting a special report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, two days after the attack on Washington, the President has announced that the White House flag will be flown at half-mast, to honor S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Maria Hill\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Many citizens of Washington have also taken to the streets, laying flowers in mourning and remembrance of Director Maria Hill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen showed scenes of people laying flowers and weeping, interspersed with footage of the Triskelion’s ruins and valiant photos of Director Maria Hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner stopped eating, his grip tightening on his spoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Joker. It’s the Joker again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered when he first joined General Ross’s research team, arrogantly setting a goal: to help the world completely destroy the Joker organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several years of effort, the experiment finally succeeded. But Banner never expected that he would be the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he loathed the thing inside him, Banner knew very well: it was the key to destroying the Joker organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, Banner lacked the courage to step forward, to sacrifice himself and save the world. He was scared, terrified. He shrank from it. He didn’t want to become a monster that everyone feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the photos of those killed by the Joker organization flash on the screen, Banner was filled with guilt and self-blame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he hadn’t run away, if he had turned himself over to General Ross, maybe these people wouldn’t be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering his past boasts, Banner felt a strong sense of self-loathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finished his breakfast with a heavy heart, grabbed his backpack, and left the room, walking a few hundred meters to the soda factory for work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the factory, he wasn’t a genius physicist, just an ordinary bottling worker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, as the saying goes, talent will shine through anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To save money, the boss had built the factory in the favela. The place was filthy, inside and out, and the workshop’s aging equipment was constantly breaking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner, with his seven Ph.D.s in STEM, had solved numerous equipment failures for the factory in just a few short months. This earned him the boss’s adoration and his co-workers’ resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after he started work today, the control switch for the production line’s conveyor belt malfunctioned, spitting sparks. The boss hurried to call Banner over to fix it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner skillfully disassembled the control box, and with a simple fix, the switch was working again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the boss grinned from ear to ear. He loved having such a versatile—and cheap—employee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boss, all smiles, told Banner he wanted to hire him as a full-time employee. But Banner, uninterested in a promotion or raise, just silently reassembled the control box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distracted, Banner accidentally cut his finger on a piece of metal. Two drops of blood fell from the second floor, landing on the bottling line below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner was alarmed. He immediately yelled for the boss to shut down the line, then sprinted downstairs to find the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood was toxic. If it got into a soda bottle and someone drank it, they would die from gamma poisoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the line, pushed aside the empty glass bottles, and finally found the drop of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner let out a small sigh of relief. He wiped the blood away with a rag and signaled for the boss to restart the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clattering sound resumed as the empty bottles started moving again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Banner didn’t notice, however, was that another drop of blood had, by sheer coincidence, landed on the rim of a bottle and was washed inside, mixing completely with the soda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The destination for this batch of soda: The United States.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long, dull workday finally ended. Banner dragged his weary body home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, as usual, he got on his computer to contact his old friend: \"Mr. Blue.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This \"Mr. Blue\" was a professor at a New York university and an expert in genetics. They had met on an online forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner had made a post, claiming a friend of his had a strange condition. He described the state of an episode and the changes in the blood cells in detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Blue was fascinated by the description, and their exchanges became more frequent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Blue provided multiple treatment plans for Banner’s friend. Banner tried them all, but every single one failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner sighed, messaging Mr. Blue: \"Another failure!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Blue, back in New York, was also frustrated. For the past six months, he had tried every protocol he could think of, all ending in failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Blue thought for a moment, then replied: \"It’s no use. I need to see your friend in person.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner shook his head and typed back: \"My friend is out of the country. It’s not convenient.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Blue: \"Gamma radiation is extremely dangerous. If we can’t meet, I must have a blood sample. Otherwise, I can’t help him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner hesitated, then replied: \"Alright. I’ll have him mail it as soon as possible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ending the chat, Banner removed his shirt and used a syringe to draw some of his own blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stored the blood in a glass vial, packed it carefully in foam and stored it, and took it to the local shipping office to mail to the address Mr. Blue had provided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can read advance Chapters and view R-18 images of the characters on pat reon page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pat reon.com\u002FGreenBlue17\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>500 power stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top 100. 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