The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 208

Chapter 208

"Neisseria meningitidis."

"What the hell is that, a spell from Harry Potter?" Charles snapped, his voice already tinged with panic.

Mr. Fleming adjusted his glasses with that smug little twitch of his lips.

"It's a bacteria, Charles. A nasty little bastard that sets your brain and spine on fire. Meningitis. Blood infection. Seizures. Hallucinations. You name it–it's a party in your skull."

"Oh, delightful," Charles groaned, clutching his neck. "My brain feels like it's being skewered by hot forks already."

"Classic early symptoms: fever, neck stiffness, nausea, photophobia, altered mental state..." Fleming rattled it off like he was reading a damn shopping list, but there was a flicker of fear underneath his calm

Alex sipped his tea, legs crossed like he was watching a comedy show. "Wow. Bravo, Professor Pathogen. Remind me to nominate you for a Nobel Prize in stating the obvious"

Fleming shot him a glare, but Alex didn't even flinch. "But it's funny, isn't it? So close, yet you still misdiagnosed your own death trap. Again."

Charles grunted, "Will you both stop pissing at each other like dogs? I'm the one dying here!"

He doubled over, grimacing. "Shit! It's getting worse!"

"I'm working on it," Fleming said, rushing to his little lab setup like a frazzled meth cook.

"Work faster!" Charles screamed, sweat pouring down his face, his skin pale like milk left out in the sun. "It's like a goddamn drill is burrowing into my skull!"

Meanwhile, Alex... still calm. Still sipping tea. Not a single twitch of discomfort. "Wait-why aren't you affected?" Charles snapped, blinking through the pain.

"I ate the bacteria," Alex said flatly, setting his teacup down.

Like a goddamn

didn't even do

don't need to do anything when I'm five steps

own pathetic situation. You've got maybe two hours left before that bacteria starts tearing through your brain like a blender. After that, bleeding from every hole in your face. Eyes. Nose. Mouth. Maybe even your ass if you're

of a-" Charles couldn't finish.

the antidote!" Fleming came sprinting back like a mad scientist, holding

and downed

a moment-silence. Then-vomit. Yellow

You just puked

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Charles cried. "I feel like I'm falling through

shit and you can't stomach a

another dose!" Charles barked, rage flashing in his eyes. Another

table so hard his knuckles went white. "Feels like my

Fleming muttered. "The formula's solid. Even the artificial intelligence signed off on

it up,"

no... wait... this isn't Neisseria meningitidis..." Fleming's eyes widened in

"What the hell did I

"What the hell did you put

smiled darkly. "Wrong question. The question

start planning Mr.

trembled.

morals?" Alex sneered.

me your antidote, I'll

leaned in, smirking like a

stiffened. "Then what

me earlier, I want the same back from you. I want you to kneel down before me and

"YOU BASTARD!" Charles exploded.