Melting Pot Concept in Marvel

Look at that!

Look at that sense of dedication!

"Paying" for his own job, and for ten years in advance—truly brimming with value!

As expected from a top-tier biology expert—this sort of thinking is so forward-looking, leaving everyone else in the dust!

Of course, Aaron doesn't lack money.

(Norman: "But I do!")

"Anyway, once you've prepared another sample of your research, I'll have Norman set up a top-level bio-lab for you within the company."

"You'll be the research director for the limb-regeneration formula. I want you to reverse-engineer results as soon as possible."

Aaron casually settled the matter with those words.

Even if Oscorp stock just can't stop falling, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Just in the headquarters alone, there are as many as 108 R&D labs!

Inside this skyscraper, most floors are dedicated to labs. Nobody truly knows what projects are being advanced in there—even Aaron himself hasn't checked them one by one, despite being the big boss.

"So, Boss, when do we start?"

Dr. Curt Connors flexed his fully restored right hand, practically bouncing with excitement. Heaven knows how many condescending looks he'd endured before. Even though he's the foremost reptilian expert, he often faced people mocking his missing right arm, openly or otherwise. He'd always insisted he was left-handed—when, in truth, he'd never had a choice. Before losing his arm, he'd actually been right-handed!

"As soon as possible," Aaron answered, glancing at the time. "I'll arrange for someone to help you move your documents. After that, this place will be your home. Any objections?"

"No problem at all! The company is my home—I love it here!"

Connors suppressed his excitement and dashed out. Meanwhile, Dr. Otto Octavius had been watching the two converse. He was happy for his old friend who'd finally achieved his dream and found new purpose, yet at the same time, he was astonished by the strength Oscorp was displaying.

Could it be that this limb-regeneration formula was developed by Aaron himself?

Why else would Norman hand over such a huge corporation to someone so young? Out in the world, everyone's expecting Oscorp to become a laughingstock—other medical conglomerates are already popping champagne, ready to carve up this international behemoth once it falls. But clearly, their hopes are about to be shattered.

This man before him will soon use iron-clad facts to show the world that Oscorp, under his leadership, will grow into an even bigger colossus than Stark Industries, perhaps even shaping humanity's future!

Otto felt all the more ill at ease.

Aaron looked at him.

"Dr. Otto Octavius!"

"Present!" Otto sat up straight, chest out, like a soldier awaiting a general's inspection.

"I hear you're working on some sort of... 'mini-sun project'?"

"Yes—that's a nuclear fusion project aiming for a controllable fusion reaction. I plan to use a resonant frequency to amplify the fusion effect, generating immense, inexhaustible energy, just like the sun, providing endless power for everyone!"

"Once the nuclear fusion device is complete, it would be like a tiny sun, supplying cheap electricity to all..."

Aaron quietly listened to Otto's description.

"So, Dr. Otto, you need a massive amount of money."

"Yes, sir. My plan requires a precious element called tritium—currently extremely rare. Without sufficient funding and technology, we can't procure the amount of tritium needed for a miniature sun, and also—"

"In other words, with enough tritium, you can create a miniature sun anytime you like?"

Aaron didn't bother with the deeper technical aspects—he only cared about a few key points.

Otto nodded. "I've poured half my life into this. The fusion machine is basically designed; I just need start-up capital…"

"But you can't guarantee it's safe."

Otto grew anxious. "I'm confident—"

"I've met plenty like you; they all failed. Currently, only one has succeeded: Tony Stark."

Aaron regarded him calmly.

Hearing that name, Otto deflated like an eggplant in winter. "Right… I know. Mr. Stark already realized the concept I only envisioned. He's perfectly harnessed the sun's power..."

"But sir! Tony Stark, with his arc reactor, has become a giant in the energy industry. If you help me create a tiny sun, Oscorp can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Stark in the energy field!"

"But I don't need that."

Otto froze. If Oscorp wouldn't fund him, then nobody would throw money at such a "high-risk investment." Stark Industries already has a proven product, smaller in size, safer and more reliable—while Otto's concept, like Dr. Connors', still exists mainly on paper. No actual demonstration yet. If it succeeds, great; if not, a complete disaster.

Aaron chuckled. "Is Stark Industries so formidable that I'd need a miniature sun to beat them?"

"Isn't a limb-regeneration formula enough? Super healing formula? Anti-aging formula?"

Otto hesitated, then said dejectedly, "So, Mr. Aaron, why did you call me in—just to mock me?"

Seeing this, Aaron realized it was time to reel him in. He paused a moment, then shifted to a more casual posture.

"Dr. Otto, while the company doesn't need your tech, I value your intellect."

"I'm personally willing to fund your dream, but in return, you'll serve humanity—for me!"

"Not only do I want a tiny sun, I want to build things science typically labels 'impossible.' You understand?"

Compared to the little sun project, Aaron valued Otto's ingenuity. Maybe he wasn't as brilliant as Tony Stark or the late Howard Stark, but without question, he was still among the brightest minds in the Marvel Universe. Aaron needed talented people like him on board. As for his intelligence… well, there'd be ways to enhance that down the road.

Otto struggled internally for a while. He thought about how Curt had just found success, and recalled Aaron casually mentioning his various "miracle formulas." Above all, this boss actually admired him personally and was ready to bankroll his dream without hesitation. Such a benefactor is rare throughout all of history!

"All right. Boss, maybe we can start work right away."

Otto made up his mind. Might as well board this colossal ship. Not like he had much time left anyway.

Aaron wouldn't know Otto's private concerns but, if he did, he'd probably say: "Don't worry—I'll make sure you live longer, so you can work for me forever, until I become all-knowing and all-powerful."

"Excellent! By the way, Doctor, I heard you also built some intelligent mechanical arms?"

Otto perked up. "Yes, Boss. They were designed specifically for handling nuclear fusion, able to withstand high temperatures and magnetism, connecting directly to the human spinal cord. The user's brain can control them via neural linkage."

"I used nano nerve wiring—"

Aaron raised a hand to stop him. "I'll give you the necessary funds later. I want a set of those arms for myself."

Otto nodded right away. "No problem. I'll go and bring them here right now. But Boss, they can be dangerous. If you plan on using them personally, you must protect the inhibitor chip so the arms don't hijack your nervous system."

"I won't be wearing them."

Aaron shook his head; even without Otto's warning, he already knew how risky those arms could be.

Then an idea sparked. "So, you've also dabbled in artificial intelligence?"

Otto lifted his chin proudly. "Yes, I've spent some spare time on A.I. research, and my progress is among the world's best."

"Great. Later, you'll develop an A.I. program for me—the smarter, the better. I've got plans for it."

Otto agreed without hesitation. That was easy enough to handle—if his dream would be funded, he'd happily build ten.

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