Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 364

364 The Mad Scientist

Almost instantly, flames engulfed Nelson’s clothes, setting him ablaze in a fierce, uncontrollable fire. Yet, astonishingly, he didn’t falter or slow down. The searing pain that should have overwhelmed anyone seemed to elude him completely.

Dwayne watched in stunned disbelief. Nelson’s entire appearance was being consumed by fire—his garments, hair, even his eyebrows—everything was burning fiercely. His skin bubbled and cracked, peeling away to reveal raw, pink flesh beneath, which quickly blackened and charred under the relentless heat.

But none of this seemed to faze Nelson. Clutching a half-melted microscope in one hand, he grabbed a pen from the nearby table with the other. With a sharp, determined motion, he aimed the pen directly at Dwayne’s temple.

Horrified beyond words, Dwayne’s eyes widened in terror. He stared at Nelson as if he were some monstrous creature dragged straight from the depths of hell. “Y-you… Stay back! Mil gol, I swear, I’m leaving! I don’t want to deal with you anymore!” His voice trembled, desperation creeping in.

His legs gave way beneath him; he collapsed, unable to stand. The sheer force of Nelson’s presence crushed his spirit, sapping every ounce of strength he had left. This was beyond anything Dwayne’s mind could comprehend—a man engulfed in flames from head to toe, yet neither screaming nor recoiling. He moved with eerie calm, as though the agony simply didn’t exist.

Nelson’s face was a grotesque mask—half melted, skin hanging in strips. Slowly, a twisted grin spread across his lips. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, filled with a terrifying intensity. “Too late,” he whispered.

Then, without hesitation, he drove the pen deep into Dwayne’s temple.

A sickening pop echoed through the room. Dwayne’s skull ruptured, blood and brain matter splattering violently against the wall.

Nelson wasted no time. Snatching a glass syringe from the table, he plunged it into the wound in Dwayne’s neck and drew out a thick tube of blood. Dwayne was an ability user; his blood held immense value. Before the body grew cold, Nelson intended to use it for his experiments.

And just like that, Dwayne was dead.

Moments later, Raven burst into the lab after dispatching the pair outside. The acrid stench of burnt flesh hit him instantly. Nelson, having doused himself with a bucket of water, sat calmly on a stool. Steam rose from his charred body as his hands moved rapidly, meticulously repeating the experiment Dwayne had ruined.

He was determined to recreate the destroyed vial, no matter the cost.

On the floor beside him lay Dwayne’s lifeless body—a gruesome sight. His eyes were wide open, frozen in terror, mouth agape as if he had witnessed some unspeakable horror before death. It was impossible to tell if he had died from fear or the pen driven through his temple.

Nelson himself was a walking nightmare. His skin was burned and blackened, flakes of charred flesh continuously falling away. Beneath the ash, new skin was beginning to regenerate.

Each slight movement sent black fragments drifting to the floor, creating a dark, red-black stain beneath him.

Completely naked, Nelson showed no embarrassment or concern. His focus remained fixed on his work, undeterred and relentless.

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