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

anything when I'm five steps ahead." He leaned forward with a slow,

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

Charles couldn't finish.

got the antidote!" Fleming came sprinting back like a mad scientist, holding a glowing white vial like it

it and downed it like

Then-vomit. Yellow fluid splattered the

You just

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"I

shit and you can't

give me another dose!" Charles barked, rage flashing in his eyes. Another antidote. Another desperate

hurts," Charles hissed, gripping the table so hard his knuckles went white. "Feels like my brain's trying to crawl out

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

you screwed it up,"

no... wait... this isn't Neisseria meningitidis..."

dumb bastard!" Charles roared. "What the hell did I just drink

spun on Alex. "What the hell

darkly. "Wrong question. The question is-can you cure it? Because

better start

trembled.

you're crying about morals?" Alex sneered. "We have a

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

like a demon. "I

stiffened. "Then what do

earlier, I want the same back from you. I want you to kneel

"YOU BASTARD!" Charles exploded.