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"There's something very important," he said. "A few days ago, Tony and I went to another world. The serum I told you about? It's finally been completed."

Malrick gave a brief summary of his experience in the Resident Evil universe.

Then he got straight to the point. "Aside from Tony and the others, you're the only one I'm telling for now. Don't let Yelena know yet."

"You're saying—alternate world, biochemical apocalypse, savior... God," Natasha stared at him in disbelief. "I didn't realize you'd been through all that!"

"This really isn't something Yelena should know," she added quickly. "It's not that I don't trust her, but the fewer people aware of this, the better."

She thought about the regeneration ability Malrick had mentioned. A mix of anticipation and tension flickered in her eyes.

"So, your plan is to inject us with the serum you and Tony developed?"

"Yes. I can't lead an organization filled with ordinary people," Malrick said, nodding.

He held up a finger. "But we still need an incentive system after the organization is fully formed. You and Yelena will receive the SS2 serum. The others will begin with SS1."

"SS2 will be reserved as a reward for exceptional contributions. You'll help me develop a contribution evaluation system to give everyone something to work toward."

"Got it." Natasha saluted with two fingers to her temple. "When do we start?"

"Right now."

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In the laboratory.

Malrick secured both Natasha and Yelena on the operating tables.

Shirley had been sent back upstairs to help the other Widows with mural painting.

"Boss, is this serum really stronger than the Super Soldier Serum?" Yelena asked, despite being strapped to the table. "Will I be the next Captain America?"

Her mouth ran faster than her thoughts. She stretched her neck, imagining herself drop-kicking Hydra and knocking out S.H.I.E.L.D. agents post-enhancement.

Her mind jumped erratically—from imagining fights to the current moment—like a frog croaking by a river, never quite deciding whether to leap into the water or the grass.

"Boss, are we really supposed to be wearing these cool outfits for the serum injection? Will Natasha and I turn into monsters or something?"

"I don't want to get bulky. That's not exactly flattering."

"..."

"Shut up!" Natasha and Malrick shouted in unison, clearly fed up. "Stay quiet, got it?!"

Startled, Yelena nodded quickly and turned her head away. "Okay, okay, you're the boss."

Malrick increased the nutrient flow to the operating tables, took out the serum, injected it himself, and quickly gagged Yelena before she could start again.

As the serum spread through their bodies, Natasha and Yelena began to undergo a transformation similar to Tony's.

First, their body temperatures skyrocketed. Then their skin began to carbonize—until the darkened layer suddenly cracked apart.

Underneath, their skin was fresh and smooth—like they'd been reborn.

Using his enhanced perception, Malrick confirmed the procedure had succeeded. Their physical stats had grown exponentially, and most importantly, the serum had corrected their internal damage.

He untied them and handed over fresh clothes placed on a nearby tray.

Moments later, both women stirred. Dazed at first, they quickly sat up—only to snap the reinforced table beneath them with their newfound strength.

"What the hell...?" Natasha looked down at her arms, feeling the firm elasticity of her muscles. Her whole body buzzed with energy, strength radiating from every fiber.

Even Yelena was speechless.

She stared, stunned, at the flames now flickering in her palm, her other hand placed hesitantly over her stomach.

"Boss... the transformation... from the Red Room..." she muttered incoherently.

Malrick understood what she was trying to say. "Yes. The serum can regenerate your body."

"What you once lost—it's been restored. You're whole again."

"Is this… is this real?" Yelena's voice trembled.

The Red Room's forced sterilizations had left deep wounds—physical and emotional—that no one ever truly healed from.

Even Natasha, ever composed, carried that pain.

"Of course it's real," Malrick said. "From now on, you'll be no different than any other woman walking down the street. Don't doubt it, Yelena."

He gestured toward the lab. "But don't make a big deal out of it. This is part of your employee benefits. I told you—stick with me and you won't regret it."

"B-Boss!!" Yelena burst into tears. "You—you—I love you so much!!"

She dropped the clothes in her hands and hurled herself at Malrick, sobbing.

"Hey, hey—don't cry on me! Come on—why are you wiping your tears on my shirt?" Malrick protested as she clung to him like a koala.

They stumbled back, crashing behind the operating table and onto the floor.

Across the room, Natasha's eyes shimmered. She had a lot to say, but when she stood up, she suddenly paused and looked toward the table.

"Wait—what's that sound? Yelena! What are you doing?! Are you serious? You're my sister! You can't—!"

In a flash, Natasha bolted toward them—her foot accidentally cracking the tile as she sprinted—trying to separate her overly affectionate sibling from Malrick.

She understood Yelena's overwhelming emotions. The trauma that had haunted them for years had finally been healed.

Still, she couldn't just let her sister smear tears all over their leader.

But even Natasha, caught up in the emotion of the moment, ended up joining in.

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Over the next few days.

With Natasha's help, Malrick injected the SS1 serum into the rest of the Widow agents.

This was a crucial time—not just for strengthening them, but for building loyalty. Malrick made sure to personally oversee each injection.

Once enhanced, the Widows—already highly trained—became living weapons.

Their strength had increased to such a degree that they had to tread lightly just to avoid cracking the tiles beneath them.

Fortunately, the serum also enhanced their cognitive function. It wouldn't take long before they mastered their new abilities.

More importantly, their trust in the organization deepened.

Now, whenever Malrick appeared, their already fierce loyalty turned into pure adoration. Their eyes burned—not just with gratitude, but with devotion.

Natasha took it all in quietly.

She had no doubt—once these Widows fully embraced their strength, the world would have no choice but to take notice.

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