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After acquiring a controlling stake of over fifty percent of Osborn Corporation's shares, Nathan wasted no time. He sent out a concise yet firm message to the board members:

"Board meeting this morning. Attendance required."

As the sun rose over Manhattan, Nathan made his way to the Osborn corporate headquarters. Naturally, he didn't stroll in openly.

Instead, he arrived in disguise—a rugged beard, large sunglasses, and a floppy fisherman's hat shielding most of his face. Beside him walked Kurt, his trusted scientific aide.

The moment they stepped into the high-rise tower, the tension in the building shifted. Most of the board members were already assembled when Nathan and Kurt entered the glass-walled boardroom.

Though it was a formal meeting, the atmosphere was subdued.

After all, three-quarters of the company's shares were now held by just two men: Nathan and Norman Osborn. The remaining directors collectively held less than 10%, making this board meeting more of a ceremonial procedure than a negotiation.

There were only three or four directors present, their expressions a mix of unease and resignation.

Nathan walked confidently to the head of the table. Without a flourish, he set a thick folder of share documents on the table and looked them in the eye.

"As of today, I am the largest shareholder in Osborn Corporation," he said coolly. "I hold absolute control."

He let the silence hang for a moment before continuing.

"Effective immediately, I am appointing Kurt as the Director of Research and Development." He gestured to the man beside him. "He will oversee all scientific divisions and lead innovation at this company."

Kurt nodded formally, concealing the emotion welling up inside him.

Nathan turned the page.

"Additionally, Norman Osborn will be reinstated as CEO, overseeing daily business operations."

The board remained silent. No one dared object. The vote was a formality.

Nathan then briefly touched on a few matters of production strategy and future R&D goals. He didn't belabor the meeting; the purpose was simple—establishing legitimate control and finalizing appointments.

Within twenty minutes, it was done.

One by one, the directors were dismissed. Nathan stood, signaling Kurt to stay behind.

From inside his jacket, Nathan pulled out a slim folder and handed it to him. "These are some early optimization ideas I've put together regarding plasma technology."

"You might want to begin with these."

Kurt blinked. "Optimization... already?" He opened the folder, skeptical at first—but his eyes quickly widened as he scanned the diagrams, formulas, and annotated blueprints inside.

"Wait… this… This is incredible!"

He flipped through the calculations, his expression growing more shocked with each page. "You developed a serum—a counter-serum—targeting the parasitic genes embedded in the host?!"

"If this works…"

He looked up, almost breathless. "Then the plasma tech can be refined into something stable. We can eliminate the side effects!"

The possibility hadn't even occurred to him before. He had spent years developing plasma augmentation systems—systems that could regenerate tissue, stimulate neural connections, and enhance strength—but they always came at a cost. Parasitic gene activation, deteriorating organs, erratic cell behavior…

And here, in Nathan's notes, was a step-by-step plan to bypass those flaws.

Kurt clutched the pages. "This is… this is real. We can do this!"

He scanned the formulas again. They were grounded, logical. Everything lined up.

"I could have my hand back," he whispered. For the first time in years, his missing right hand didn't feel like a permanent curse.

Tears stung at his eyes. "I've lived with this for so long… Boss, thank you."

Nathan raised a hand to stop him. "Thank yourself. You invented plasma tech. I'm just offering a nudge in the right direction."

He placed a firm hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"I need you to go further," Nathan said. "Plasma-based medicine. Wound accelerators. Bandages that seal and regenerate in seconds."

Kurt nodded, voice cracking. "I'll do it. I'll develop them all."

"Good."

Nathan's eyes hardened with purpose.

"Now, show me the lab with the spiders."

Kurt blinked, then asked cautiously, "You mean the spiders engineered by Richard Parker?"

Nathan nodded.

Richard Parker—the late father of Peter Parker, a genius bioengineer—had once spearheaded a secretive project within Osborn Corporation. A project involving genetically altered spiders.

The source of Spider-Man's powers.

"This way," Kurt said.

The two of them left the boardroom and made their way through security checkpoints deep inside the R&D wing. Nathan could feel his heart pounding—not with fear, but with anticipation.

They stopped outside a sealed, double-reinforced laboratory.

Kurt swiped his ID card.

Click.

The doors opened with a hiss of vacuum-sealed air.

The lab inside was unlike anything Nathan had seen. Rows of glass terrariums and suspended habitats filled the chamber. Inside were hundreds of spiders—some perched on synthetic webs, others scuttling across genetically cultivated plants.

Some glowed faintly under UV light. Some moved with uncanny speed. Some hung suspended in mid-air, defying gravity.

These were not normal spiders.

These were the Extraordinary Spiders.

Nathan's eyes lit up. "They're magnificent…"

These were the creatures Richard Parker had risked everything to create.

And among them, somewhere, was the key to Spider-Man's transformation.

Nathan's gaze swept across the enclosures, his analytical mind already at work. "I need all research data on these spiders."

Kurt's expression turned sheepish. "Boss… there isn't much."

Nathan turned toward him, eyebrow raised.

Kurt continued, "Richard didn't leave behind any detailed files. No breeding logs, no gene maps. It's like he wiped everything."

Nathan nodded grimly. "Of course he did. He wanted to keep the spider ability out of the wrong hands."

That was why Norman never pursued the spider serum. He simply had nothing to work with.

Now, it would fall to Nathan to rebuild what Richard left behind—starting from scratch.

Even for a mind like his, it would take time. The genetics involved were layered with compound recombinants, epigenetic switches, and interspecies grafting.

Still…

Nathan's eyes scanned the room.

"I need access to every fragment of data—emails, logs, test samples. Anything Richard touched."

"Understood."

Kurt pulled out a tablet and logged into the secured network. He scrolled through the sparse data.

Nathan skimmed through the files, frowning. "Most of this is just handling protocols. Nothing on genetic profiles."

He scrolled faster.

Then stopped.

Something caught his eye.

Buried in a dated file labeled "Miscellaneous," there was a snippet—a half-finished algorithm.

He tapped it open.

And suddenly—everything changed.

Inside was a formula template—complex, incomplete, but familiar. It was a segment of a synthetic retrovirus, designed not to harm, but to recode DNA through targeted vector bonding.

His mind snapped into action. It was a key—a blueprint for rewriting the human genome, precisely what Richard would've needed to make spider traits bind to a human host.

Nathan's eyes lit up.

"So that's how he did it…"

The door had just cracked open.

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