Dressed in a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath and denim jeans, Leon appeared both fashionable and strikingly handsome.
Abomination stared at the young man before him, an inexplicable nervousness clawing at him. He couldn't pinpoint the source of his unease, but his instincts screamed at him not to provoke this person. Doing so would undoubtedly lead to his demise—swift and devoid of dignity.
Leon merely gazed at Abomination with calm indifference, saying nothing.
Abomination seemed to grasp something. Slowly, he knelt on one knee, placing a hand on his thigh to steady himself as he lowered his head.
"I am willing to submit to you for eternity," he declared solemnly. "All I ask is that you fulfill my desires, my dear master."
"You are indeed clever," Leon remarked, echoing the words of Lomon Losov. He approached Abomination, bending slightly to look him in the eyes.
"Raise your head."
Abomination obeyed the calm yet commanding voice, his heart trembling as he lifted his gaze. He was met with Leon's strikingly handsome face, a blend of Eastern and Western features that seemed universally appealing.
But it was Leon's eyes that stood out most. Calm, clear, and untainted, they harbored boundless storms—eyes that could consume one's soul at any moment. The restraint they exhibited was terrifying, but Abomination shuddered to imagine their unrestrained sharpness, capable of shattering a soul with a mere glance.
No words could describe the overwhelming power in those eyes. Although Leon had done nothing to him, Abomination felt dwarfed by his presence. This man was incomparably stronger—hundreds, perhaps thousands of times more powerful than anyone Abomination had ever encountered, including Natasha, who had easily defeated him.
Under this gaze, Abomination lacked the courage to resist. He surrendered without hesitation.
Leon's voice, as pure as his eyes, now carried an undeniable authority.
"You are perceptive and pragmatic. I appreciate that. I can grant you the power you seek," Leon stated.
"However, your soul and will must be handed over to me entirely. So I will ask just once more—do you wish to surrender?"
"Yes!" Abomination answered resolutely, bowing his head. He had ambitions and refused to remain a stepping stone for others, watching one challenger after another surpass him. That fate was worse than death.
"Very good."
Leon nodded, raising his hand and snapping his fingers.
Snap!
A sudden, immense power enveloped Abomination, lifting his massive body into the air. Yet he didn't resist; he waited silently, trusting in his value.
Moments later, an unimaginably intense and scorching force surged into his body.
Crack!
His body began to transform. Bones, cells, and even his genetic structure underwent a monumental change. The process brought excruciating pain, but Abomination endured it without resistance.
Leon listened to Keisha's cold, ethereal voice echo in his ears:
"Beast Warrior genes detected. Initiating genetic modification process. Estimated completion time: one minute. Stripping inferior genes and optimizing genetic sequences."
As the one-minute countdown began, Leon watched Abomination's grotesque skin fade away, his thousand-ton frame shrinking gradually. Bit by bit, he reverted to his human form—Emil Blonsky.
Blonsky felt as though he were submerged in molten lava, the unbearable heat and pain clouding his senses. Yet beneath the agony, he could feel himself evolving in extraordinary ways.
Smaller did not mean weaker. On the contrary, Blonsky knew he had become unimaginably stronger.
Finally, the countdown ended.
Blonsky's body floated to the ground, now clothed in pristine white garments conjured by Leon's will. He landed with a firm step, widened his eyes, and clenched his fists.
Bang!
The air between his hands compressed and exploded, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that rippled outward.
The power Blonsky now wielded far surpassed anything he had ever known. It intoxicated him. He relished his newfound strength, fully aware of who had granted it.
Dropping to one knee, Blonsky addressed Leon with fervent devotion, his voice filled with zeal:
"Master, thank you for this magnificent power."
At that moment, Blonsky's mind held no other thoughts but reverence and loyalty. The man before him was like an omnipotent god, and he would willingly give everything—his life, his soul—to serve him.
Leon nodded. "Reclaim your original name. In your base form, your power now surpasses a thousand tons. Additionally, your beast genes allow you to transform into your Abomination form, tripling your strength. As you continue to explore your potential, your power will only grow.
"The only limitation is that you cannot fly. However, prove your worth, and I will continue to optimize your genes and make you even stronger."
"Can you meet these expectations?"
"I can, Master!" Blonsky vowed. "I will always be your most loyal servant and warrior. Wherever you direct your gaze, I will tear apart your enemies."
"I look forward to that day," Leon replied. "For now, your task is to acquire new knowledge. Three types of Haki and advanced combat techniques have been implanted in your consciousness. In one year, you will train the recruits at the base.
"When the time for war arrives, you will be my sharpest blade."
"Yes, Master!"
As Blonsky departed, Leon watched him go, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smile.