Marvel: Master Of Role-Playing

Reid's announcement shocked the company's upper management.

At present, Oscorp had developed a materials industry based on Otto's research, but as a new foundational technology, its profitability was relatively low.

The real source of revenue still came from Reid's super soldier serum.

When Reid laid out blueprints for a new line of advanced weaponry, the entire room fell silent. Since he had already made preparations, none of them had the right to question him.

At the head of the table, Norman's face was twisted with rage.

He didn't believe for a second that the serum had reached its limits.

To him, this was Luthor's way of keeping him in check. By shutting down the serum project and shifting focus to weapon development, Luthor was effectively cutting him off from any leverage.

With biological science losing its importance, Norman's area of expertise would be rendered useless.

'This is a trap.' Norman thought. 'A carefully planned move to restrict my ability to generate profits.'

Still, Reid hadn't said anything wrong in the meeting. The serum had indeed reached its peak.

Originally developed using Scott's genes as a research template, the serum had granted enhanced abilities to its subjects. While it couldn't replicate Scott's laser-like optic blasts, it had achieved perfect control over the enhanced abilities it did provide.

Though Norman wasn't entirely wrong either.

This was a calculated move by Reid.

If Norman wanted to prove his value within the company, he had to make a breakthrough in research. Otherwise, even if he managed to keep his shares, he would eventually lose his position as chairman to him, whose administrative and scientific expertise were far superior.

And unlike Luthor, Norman wasn't an all-around genius. That was the harsh reality he was facing.

He had no choice but to continue researching in the field of serums. However, the only thing left for him was a serum that Reid had already pushed to its absolute limit.

Even Reid, possessing Luthor's intelligence, saw little benefit in further development—it would be a waste of effort with minimal returns.

So what would happen if someone less capable, like Norman, insisted on achieving breakthroughs in serum research?

Mistakes were inevitable.

And given Norman's current situation, a single mistake would be enough to strip him of his position as chairman.

'Besides, if my guess is correct...'

As the meeting ended, before leaving the conference room, Reid glanced at Norman, who was hurrying toward the lab.

After yesterday's events, Norman wouldn't possibly seek his help. That left only Otto, Norman would undoubtedly turn to him, hoping to collaborate on serum research and achieve some kind of breakthrough.

But putting two people with completely opposite personalities together, especially when one of them was on the verge of obsession—the outcome was predictable.

Reid's strategy wasn't just an open, calculated move to push Norman toward failure. It was also a subtle ploy to drive a wedge between Norman and his last potential ally.

Returning to his own lab, Reid took out the vial of Emily's blood he had collected.

Now, all that was left was to wait.

And to prepare for the final blow that would bring Norman down.

...

Not long after, a specially designed fragrance, created by Reid himself, began circulating through every laboratory within Oscorp.

For ordinary people, this special fragrance had an invigorating effect. It helped clear the mind and relieve fatigue. Lab tests confirmed it was completely harmless to humans.

But there was one exception.

Those who carried Emily's family's genetic disorder.

Of course, no one in the company was supposed to know that Emily had such a condition.

Naturally, no one would suspect that this fragrance could trigger her illness. And even if someone eventually figured it out, Reid could easily feign ignorance, claiming he had no idea about her genetic disorder.

Standing at a distance, watching Emily at work in the lab, Reid let out a small smile before turning back to his own workspace.

'Poor woman. Don't worry, you won't die. Your husband will give up everything to save you.'

In his hand, he weighed the cure, the only antidote capable of treating Emily's hereditary disease.

In the Marvel Universe, curing such a rare disorder might have taken a genius like Reed Richards decades of research.

But for someone like Lex Luthor, who had access to Kryptonian technology, fragments of Apokoliptian science, and a perfect understanding of human advancements, creating the cure was effortless.

...

Oscorp soon settled into a period of calm.

Everyone focused on their respective projects, and the company expanded rapidly.

But there was one key difference.

Previously, Norman had handled administration while Reid remained in the lab.

Now, the roles had reversed.

With Norman desperately chasing breakthroughs in serum research, Reid stepped in to oversee the company's operations.

Although Oscorp was still far weaker than the already massive Doom Industries, its rapid growth was undeniable.

And for Norman, just as Reid had predicted, he managed to recruit Otto into his research team, leveraging their past friendship as the excuse.

As the research progressed, Norman's impatience clashed with Otto's methodical approach.

Many of Norman's reckless ideas were repeatedly shot down by Otto, leading to growing tension between them.

From what Reid could tell, Norman was already beginning to see Otto as an obstacle.

That said, the two of them did manage to develop something new, an altered version of Reid's serum.

Unlike the original, which emitted a crimson glow, their new variant produced energy in black and white.

Still, Reid wasn't worried.

Maybe in another twenty years, they'd actually create something groundbreaking. In some parallel universe, a powerful Sentinel might even owe its abilities to an Oscorp serum.

But right now, in 1993?

If they rushed to test their serum on live subjects, it would inevitably lead to disaster.

...

Around the same time, a family from China made their way across the ocean to America.

They weren't here chasing fortune or the so-called "fresh air."

They had come in search of a cure for their son, who was dying from an unknown illness.

At this time, American medicine was widely considered the most advanced in the world. If there was any place that could offer a chance at survival for an unknown disease, it was here.

Carrying their unconscious son, the couple traveled from hospital to hospital across New York.

But in the end, every doctor gave them the same answer—hopeless.

Not only could they not cure the boy, but they couldn't even determine the cause of his coma.

Even so, the parents refused to give up.

They had heard that America's cutting-edge corporations possessed technology far beyond what was publicly available.

So, they sold everything they owned, desperately searching for leads.

Eventually, they found a name.

Oscorp Industries.

They learned that Oscorp had developed a miraculous serum, one that could turn an ordinary human into something more.

Perhaps their son's salvation lay within Oscorp's walls!

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