After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"Actually, I was afraid and disgusted with Hulk at the beginning." Banner smiled, his eyes full of memories.

It was a complicated expression, with the unbearable recollection of the past, and also a slight relief from his past thoughts.

He slowly began to recount the experience that was full of twists and turns and self-struggle.

In an accident, he was exposed to a large amount of radiation from the gamma bomb he created.

This is not ordinary radiation. The gamma rays are powerful and have special properties. It is like an unexpected disaster that comes to Banner unexpectedly, and his body undergoes changes in an instant.

This mutation began to change him at the cellular level, completely disrupting his normal physiological functions. When he was completely unprepared, fate pushed him to an unknown and terrifying edge.

Whenever he gets excited and his heart beats faster, he turns into a green monster named Hulk.

It was not a smooth transition, but like being caught in a storm in an instant.

He could feel a strange and powerful force surging in his body. His body began to swell, his muscles grew rapidly, and his skin gradually turned into that iconic green color, accompanied by uncontrollable anger.

There is also an extra consciousness named Hulk.

Since he is often out of control after transforming, in order not to hurt the people around him, Banner began to travel around the world looking for ways to control his anger.

He has been to many remote places, including ancient temples deep in the mountains where the only sound is the wind. He hopes to find inner peace there.

There are also those ancient tribes full of mystery. Legend has it that there are some long-standing secrets of controlling emotions in the tribe;

There are also various high-tech research institutions, and he expects modern science to provide him with a solution.

But even so, Banner's identity as the Hulk often causes devastating damage to the city.

When he turns into the Hulk, he is so powerful that wherever he goes is like a hurricane.

Tall buildings were like fragile building blocks in front of him. A random blow could cause them to collapse, and the streets were also trampled into pieces by him.

Therefore, he often becomes the target of pursuit by the police and relevant departments.

The sirens of police cars and the roar of helicopters often accompany his huge green figure. The chasing team tries their best to stop his destruction, but they often seem powerless in the face of Hulk's powerful strength.

After transforming into the Hulk, he possesses strength, speed, endurance and recovery abilities far beyond that of humans.

That sense of power is like an active volcano, which will erupt with amazing energy once triggered.

He moved so fast that people could only see a green afterimage, flashing by on the city streets or in the wilderness.

His stamina seems to be endless, and he never feels tired no matter how fierce the battle or how long the action.

His recovery ability is even more amazing, as if he has a magical self-healing magic. After being injured, even if it is a serious trauma, he can quickly recover as before.

That ability is related to emotions. The angrier you are, the stronger it is. At least according to Banner's tests, there is no upper limit to this ability.

Hulk has extremely strong regenerative and survival abilities, and most of his important organs can regenerate and recover if they are damaged or destroyed.

A pierced heart and a ruptured lung are not fatal injuries to Hulk. His body is like a sophisticated instrument with a powerful self-healing mechanism that can quickly rebuild the damaged parts.

He is also immune to all diseases, poisons, chemical weapons, and biological weapons. When he is in an environment full of deadly toxins, he is like an insulator, and those toxins cannot harm his body at all.

He can survive in extremely extreme temperatures, whether it is the extremely cold ice field or the scorching heat deep in the desert, he can adapt easily.

He felt at a loss as to what to do with himself, and was disgusted and terrified from the bottom of his heart.

He often looked in the mirror, at his ordinary face, and imagined what he would look like after becoming the Hulk.

The green skin and huge body made him feel a chill in his heart.

Can he really still be considered human?

If not human, what on earth was he?

This question was like a fog that lingered in his mind and could not be shaken off.

Banner was extremely confused at that time. He thought that it might be nice to find a quiet place to die, but in the end Hulk would always appear.

In those lonely and desperate moments, he would come alone to some remote and deserted valleys or beaches, thinking that perhaps ending his life there would be the best destination.

But when he is immersed in such sad and negative thoughts, physical changes often occur suddenly and Hulk appears.

When Banner woke up, he was already in a safe place, surrounded by destroyed trees.

Some of the trees were uprooted, some were broken into several pieces, and the scene was in a mess, as if it had been swept by a huge disaster.

He and Hulk cannot communicate, or Banner is unwilling to try to understand Hulk.

He always regarded Hulk as a threatening existence, a time bomb in his body, and only thought about how to suppress and control him, but never thought about truly understanding Hulk's inner world.

He was conscious when Hulk appeared. He clearly saw Hulk crawling out of the pool. The water around the pool was muddy due to Hulk's huge body, splashing huge water.

Hulk angrily punched the surrounding trees, breaking them. With crisp crackling sounds, the debris of the trees flew everywhere, some of which even scratched Hulk's tough skin, but Hulk seemed unaware of it, just immersed in venting his anger.

But no matter how angry Hulk was, he did not rush down the mountain and hurt innocent people.

He stood in the mountains and forests, his green figure seemed out of place yet full of a primitive sense of power.

Although he would vent his anger on the surrounding trees and rocks, he never inflicted his enormous destructive power on places where humans lived. It was as if there was an inner instinct that restrained him, even though he was filled with anger that was not understood.

Banner watched Hulk go crazy indifferently and calmly, but did not think deeply about what Hulk's actions meant.

He just watched quietly and numbly, as if he was looking at a scene that had nothing to do with him, without any ripples in his heart.

But now, he finally understood.

Hulk feels wronged and sad.

His IQ is that of an eight-year-old.

He didn't know why Banner always hated him, and he didn't understand why Banner lay motionless in the water.

As he climbed out of the water, there was a look of innocence and confusion in his eyes, and water kept sliding down his green skin.

He didn't want Banner to die, but he could sense that Banner still hated him.

He was confused, angry, and aggrieved. But he only vented his anger on the flowers, plants, and trees around him. Under his anger, the once vibrant plants became scattered, with petals and leaves scattered all over the ground.

He remembered that Banner didn't want to go to human society and hated Hulk's appearance in human society, so he didn't go down the mountain.

He stood on the mountainside, looking at the human settlement in the distance, where there were cities with bright lights and villages with curling smoke. He knew that if he got close, Banner would be very unhappy, so he just stayed there quietly, like an exiled lonely soul.

"But you, you, Harry, Tony, you made me understand that Hulk is not me. He is an independent individual with his own ideas." Banner put his hand on his heart.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he was touching a precious existence he had just discovered.

He seemed to feel the presence of another person through his beating heart.

He smiled at Draco who was listening to him quietly. That smile contained a sense of relief and acceptance of new knowledge.

Hulk is not wrong.

He kept repeating this sentence silently in his mind over and over again.

Every time I whisper in my heart, it’s like a firm promise to myself, justifying Hulk’s behavior.

Hulk is not wrong.

Banner is a man who is calm to the core, as reserved as a silent iceberg, and with a sense of depression.

He has a really good temper, almost to the point where it seems a bit excessive. It seems that no matter what happens, he rarely gets angry, as if nothing in the world can touch his seemingly calm emotional surface.

He has always been doing research alone, like a lonely traveler walking alone in the vast desert of knowledge.

In the slightly dim laboratory, he lowered his head, looking at various instruments and data. Time passed quietly in the slight sound of the test tubes colliding and the monotonous light of the computer screen.

A person, always such a person...

There is not much communication, nor the excitement of being in the company of like-minded people.

But didn't he want friends? No, of course he did.

The time he spent with the Avengers was the happiest time in his life, which was as barren as a desert, repetitive as a monotonous song played on a loop, and the end of which could be seen at a glance.

In the Avengers, there are like-minded partners, the trusting eyes when fighting side by side, and the tacit cooperation when facing powerful enemies together. All of these are bright colors that he has never had before in his life.

However, deep in his heart, there was always a layer of haze that could not be dispelled. That haze was like the darkest shadow in the night, tightly enveloping him.

He was afraid, that fear was like countless cold needles drilling into his bones. He was afraid that if he could not control the Hulk in his body, he would hurt those friends whom he regarded as treasures.

Every night, when he lay alone on his simple bed, this fear surged towards him like a tide, almost drowning him.

Until that day, Draco and Harry arrived unexpectedly.

They were like a spring breeze full of vitality and novelty, blowing into Banner's somewhat dull world.

They, along with Tony, were like a group of clinging little tails, chirping and pestering him to transform into the Hulk. Banner's originally calm heart was like the surface of a lake where a stone had been thrown, rippling layers upon layers of it.

He really didn't know how to refuse their expectant eyes and enthusiastic requests.

He felt a little disheartened. It was like a wounded man who had been ruthlessly pushed to the edge of a cliff by fate. He didn't know what would happen next.

At the same time, he was very afraid that his friends would gradually distance themselves from him after seeing him transform into the seemingly ugly and violent side of Hulk.

That would be the result he least wanted to see, although he also understood that Hulk's existence would sooner or later be revealed to everyone, just like the coming storm, but he had been avoiding facing it.

However, he did not hold on. That touch of warm friendship touched the softest part of his heart, and a moment of tenderness was also tenderness.

He allowed himself to slowly sink into the depths of his subconscious, a realm he had never entered so easily before.

This time, he was able to revive the Hulk without relying on a surge of emotions.

In the darkness of his consciousness, he felt like a small boat drifting with a mysterious force.

He didn't pay attention to what was happening outside, but the sounds outside seemed to have a special magic, passing through Hulk's ears and reaching him directly.

"Wow, big guy, you're so handsome~" That was Draco's voice full of surprise and joy.

"Perhaps you would like to try the cheeseburger that our American sweetheart Tony highly recommends?" Harry's mischievous voice came over.

"Harry! Don't call me that!" Tony's voice sounded in feigned anger, with a bit of feigned annoyance and intimacy.

"What? American sweetheart? I think it sounds nice~" Harry responded with a smile, not paying any attention to Tony's protests.

"It's just not possible!" Tony retorted unyieldingly.

"Hulk...eat!" Someone said this.

Hulk! Banner opened his eyes suddenly, as if waking up from a long dream.

However, what he saw was an unusually harmonious atmosphere outside.

Everyone had a carefree smile on their face, without any fear or disgust.

"Huh? Does Hulk say anything else?" Draco asked curiously.

"Hulk...attack!" Hulk roared in a low voice as if responding to something.

"Wow! So handsome!" There were sounds of exclamations and praises all around.

"Hehe~" Hulk actually made a sound that sounded like laughter, which was really unbelievable to Banner.

Hulk... can actually laugh? Banner was stunned, taking in the Hulk's joy, lost in thought for a moment.

That was the first time he discovered that Hulk was not what he thought he was, but another him.

In an instant, those self-deceiving thoughts were shattered.

He finally saw the different existence in his body.

The consciousness called Hulk exists solely to protect him.

That's right, protection.