"So… you're still stuck in theory?"
Aaron summarized after hearing this and questioned, "Then, Mr. Curt, if you solve the decay rate algorithm problem, how do you determine how much of the body's functions foreign species' genes will take over?"
"For example… even if a person gains self-healing abilities, their skin turns dark green, scales appear, they have a long tongue, and bestiality dominates human thought…"
Connors couldn't answer, because, as the other party said, he was still stuck in theory.
"It's possible, but I'm confident I can solve it. Because I am the world's top authority in herpetology, I can solve those problems, believe me."
Otto, beside him, felt a pang of sympathy and nodded softly. "I understand Curt, he is very capable."
Aaron scoffed and casually placed the serum in a cabinet. He closed his eyes for a moment to rest, then took out another light green reagent.
"This is…"
Curt's eyes were full of doubt.
Aaron said, "This is what you've been dreaming of."
"Limb regeneration reagent."
Curt's pupils contracted. "You… you succeeded."
"Oh my god, this is impossible!"
If Osborn Industries really had this capability, then related reports would have long since flooded in like a tide, occupying every corner of the internet.
However, in reality, because Osborn Industries had a temporary change of leadership, it caused widespread panic, and the stock price plummeted like a waterfall, completely unstoppable.
Osborn was only able to withstand it by relying on its strong foundation.
But the outside world still held a questioning attitude towards the future development of Osborn Industries.
After all, no one believed that a random man in his early twenties could steer this giant ship better than a wise middle-aged man, Norman.
This is a limb regeneration potion, not some common cold medicine.
"So… do you dare to try it?"
Aaron smiled and reminded him, "Theoretically, it's perfectly successful, but it hasn't undergone human trials."
"And you are the first."
Otto's face changed dramatically upon hearing this. "No, Curt."
Otto and Curt were college classmates, and they maintained a good relationship after graduation.
One was a biology expert, the other a nuclear physics expert, both standing at the peak of their respective fields.
He didn't want Curt to drink something strange and then die young.
Curt hesitated, holding the reagent. He glanced at Aaron, who looked indifferent.
"Although I don't know your background, and I don't know why Mr. Norman gave you Osborn Industries, I don't think a boss who controls a hundred-billion-dollar corporation needs to use these things to kill a small fry like me."
In the black market, his head was worth at most one million. Once he died here, Osborn Industries' losses would be in the tens of billions. Even the US president probably wasn't worth that much.
Thinking of this, Curt made up his mind. "Inject or drink directly?"
"Either is fine."
Otto became even more worried. Although he wasn't a biology expert, that didn't mean he was an outsider. In fact, his capabilities in this area were not low, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to research something like mechanical arms.
A reagent that can be drunk directly?
No matter how you think about it, it's not reliable.
Aren't you afraid of it being corroded by stomach acid?
Curt hesitated for another moment, then tilted his head back and drank it.
One second, two seconds…
"Nothing seems to have happened? It's like… drinking a sweet beverage?" Curt was full of suspicion.
However, the next moment after he finished questioning, he felt his arm itch intensely.
Pain came from the previously scabbed area, something pushed open the flesh, and then burst out from the severed limb.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, a perfectly intact right arm grew out.
Curt and Otto's jaws dropped, watching this scene, speechless for a long time.
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
"Mr. Aaron, you have created a miracle! The limb regeneration potion is absolutely the greatest achievement in medical history!"
"Even the Nobel Prize cannot fully match your contribution!"
Curt was completely convinced.
He felt his right arm while tears streamed down his face.
"What you just drank was the world's first and only limb regeneration potion." Aaron added another sentence.
Curt's face turned pale with fright, looking at the empty test tube, a strange emotion brewing within him.
"Mr. Aaron…"
"Now, Mr. Curt, are you willing to join us and recreate this reagent?"
Aaron didn't seem flustered, showing no regret.
Curt did not hesitate, nodding heavily. "It is my honor to work for you."
"Even if you don't pay a penny, I am willing to pay to serve you."
Look!
Look at this awareness.
Paying to work, ten years ahead of its time.
As expected of the top biology expert, this thinking is advanced, it is ahead of everyone else.
Of course, Aaron doesn't lack this money.
(Norman: I do!)
"Later, you'll bring another one of your research findings, I have a use for it. Then, I will have Norman clear out a top-tier biology laboratory for you within the corporation."
"You will be the research director for the limb regeneration potion. I hope you can reverse-engineer the results as soon as possible."
Aaron casually settled the matter.
A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Even Osborn Industries, with its unstoppable stock decline, had a full one hundred and eight research laboratories just at its headquarters.
Most of this building's interior was laboratories, and no one knew what projects were being advanced inside.
Even Aaron, the big boss, hadn't gone to check them one by one.
"So, Boss, when do we start?"
Curt waved his perfectly intact right hand, extremely excited.
Who knows how many cold stares he had endured?
Even as the most authoritative herpetologist, he was often mocked both openly and secretly by others because of his missing right hand.
Whenever he introduced himself, he claimed to be left-handed, but did he really have a choice?
Before his right hand disappeared, he was right-handed.
"The sooner the better."
Aaron glanced at the time. "I've arranged for people to help you move your materials. From now on, this is your home. Any problems?"
"No problem. The Corporation is my home. I love it here."
Curt suppressed his excitement, turned around, and left.
Otto watched the two converse, happy for his old friend who had achieved his goal and found his life's value, but at the same time, he was shocked by the power displayed by Osborn Industries.
Could it be...
Was this limb regeneration potion developed by Aaron?
Otherwise, why would Norman hand over such a massive corporation to be managed by such a young man?
Everyone outside was waiting to see Osborn Industries fail. Those medical corporations were celebrating prematurely, buying champagne, just waiting for this international behemoth, Osborn, to fall so they could carve it up and devour it.
But clearly, the beautiful dreams of those people outside were about to be shattered.
This man in front of him would use ironclad facts to tell the whole world that Osborn Industries, under his control, would develop into a super giant surpassing Stark Industries.
It could even determine the future of all mankind.
Otto became more reserved.