Chapter 167: C163
On a street a few hundred meters away, a massive figure emerged from the haze, chest heaving and breathing heavily.
With a size and bulk that rivaled Abomination, green skin, thick legs, and bulging muscles, his physique was the very ideal fitness enthusiasts dreamed of. This green giant was none other than the Hulk, the transformed alter ego of Bruce Banner, who had leaped from a helicopter in the sky.
But something was different about the Hulk this time. He looked weak, as though he had just woken up.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
His appearance immediately drew the attention of everyone nearby. Taking heavy, deliberate steps, the Hulk slowly approached Natasha. Once close enough, he lowered his massive head slightly, staring at her with glowing emerald-green eyes.
"Hey there, big guy. Having a good night?"
Most people would have been paralyzed with fear when faced with such a ferocious monster. But Natasha didn't flinch. Instead, she greeted him with kindness and gentleness, her tone calm and inviting.
The Hulk's expression shifted, showing something unexpected: curiosity.
Ever since the Hulk had gained self-awareness, his encounters with people had always been the same—he was treated like a monster. The "little bugs," as he called them, constantly attacked him with their weapons, trying to harm or drive him away.
Hulk didn't understand why. He was powerful, yes, but his anger and instincts were what drove him to lash out. It wasn't aggression for its own sake—it was fear and insecurity.
Hulk felt unsafe. The world seemed to hate and fear him, recoiling in disgust at his mere presence. Every time he appeared, people screamed, ran, or attacked him with everything they had. Even Bruce Banner, the other consciousness within him, hated him.