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.

Neutralized it. Like a

You didn't even do

anything when I'm five steps ahead." He leaned forward

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

son of a-" Charles couldn't finish. He

a mad scientist, holding a glowing white vial like it was

it and downed it like

Then-vomit. Yellow fluid

Kingston?! You just

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to!" Charles cried. "I feel like I'm

and you can't stomach a little

rage flashing in his eyes. Another antidote. Another desperate

his knuckles went white.

the artificial intelligence signed off on it- wait...

screwed it up,"

wait... this isn't Neisseria meningitidis..." Fleming's

"What the hell did I just drink then-lemon-

Alex. "What the hell did you put in that

The question is-can you

start planning

trembled. "You played

crying about morals?" Alex sneered. "We

Let's settle this. Give me your antidote, I'll give you mine. A truce. A

smirking like a

what

same back from you. I want you to kneel down before

"YOU BASTARD!" Charles exploded.