Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 816

Chapter 816 A Biohazard in the Garden

Leonard had no choice but to endure it.

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“I’ll… go now…” he forced the words out through clenched teeth, a strained smile stretching across his face -one that looked more like a grimace.

He turned and made his way toward the farthest corner of the garden. The instant he arrived, a powerful stench slammed into him–rank, sour, and rotten, with a sharp, fishy edge that pierced straight through

his skull.

He immediately raised a hand to cover his mouth. His stomach lurched violently, and he nearly gagged on the spot.

He thought, How am I supposed to scoop this up with my bare hands?

“What are you dawdling for?” Marcus‘ half–dead voice drifted over from a distance.

“Are you planning to fall in love with that bucket first? Build some emotional connection before getting started?” he asked.

Leonard thought, D*mn it.

He clenched his jaw. Marcus is utterly insufferable.

Aside from Lucien and Calum, he swore he would make this man pay one day.

Leonard shut his eyes, braced himself, and plunged both hands straight into the thick, warm sludge.

“Ugh!”

The slick, lumpy texture slid across his fingers, sending such intense revulsion through him that it felt as though his soul might leave his body.

He had never done this kind of work before and lacked any sense of control. He intended to grab only a small handful, but he used too much force. His hands churned through the bucket like a mixer before jerking upward-

Splorch! Splat!

The revolting sound grated against the ears. The mass that had been quietly fermenting in the bucket–its surface sealed by a hardened crust–was violently disturbed.

The seal broke.

Boom!

A wave of foul gas erupted, tinged with a sickly green hue. It burst forth like a demon imprisoned for a thousand years, spreading outward from Leonard in a violent shockwave.

This was no ordinary stench. The substance had fermented inside the gut of high–tier beasts–its odor

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strong enough to sting the eyes, burn the throat, and strike at the very core of one’s being.

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“Urgh, Cough–cough!” He bore the full brunt of it. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. His hands still clenched the foul mass, and he had no idea whether to drop it or keep holding on.

Even from a distance, the mocking expression on Marcus‘ face froze.

He reacted at once and covered his nose and mouth, but the stench still seeped through, invading every possible gap. “What the hell?”

Even he could not suppress a curse. Any interest in watching the spectacle vanished instantly. His previously languid posture snapped into alertness as he retreated more than ten meters in an instant, layering protective barrier abilities one after another.

Jim moved even faster. He had already vanished without a trace.

The gardeners scattered throughout the area were far less fortunate.

They felt nothing more than a faint breeze brush past them.

Moments later, their faces turned green. Tools slipped from their hands and clattered to the ground. Some even began to hallucinate, staring blankly at the sky while muttering incoherently.

“Ancestor… is that you? Have you come to take me away? Why does it smell so terrible…” someone said.

The wind moved freely through the air.

The stench, however, refused to disperse.

It drifted over walls, slipped through corridors, and spread relentlessly into the distance.

Inside the workshop.

Emma lifted the freshly blended incense and drew in a careful breath, ready to nod in satisfaction.

Emma sniffed and thought, Hmm?

Her brows knit together as a sense of unease crept in.

Something felt… wrong.

She could not quite tell why and sniffed again.

The result remained the same.

The scent still felt off, yet she could not immediately identify the problem.

So, she inhaled more deeply this time. A horrifying odor rushed straight to her head–an indescribable blend of sour decay, rancid musk, and the stench of rotting, fermented meat.

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“What is going on?” Her expression shifted instantly as panic flashed across her face.

“Where did I go wrong in the formula?” she questioned.

She thought, Did the morning dew spoil, or has the winter plum gone bad?

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She didn’t want to give up, so she took another cautious breath. The smell struck even harder this time, so overpowering that it made her feel as though she were standing in the middle of a methane pit.

“Ugh…” She suppressed the urge to gag and stared at the incense in her hand as doubt began to take root.

She thought, Have I truly created a bottle of aged stench by mistake?

Is this what it means for things to reach the extreme–when the peak of fragrance turns into pure rot?

Emma began to question her own abilities, yet she never once considered that the smell might be drifting in from outside.

She quickly tossed the incense into the disposal unit.

The machine was designed to completely destroy failed blends and purify any lingering odor.

She expected the stench to vanish along with it.

Instead, the smell only grew stronger.

Only then did realization dawn on Emma. The problem was not her blend–the stench was coming from outside.

She had been so absorbed in her work that the possibility had never crossed her mind.

She turned toward the window, intending to open it and locate the source of this chemical–disaster–level odor.

Bang!

The heavy workshop door burst open without warning.

Before she could see who had entered, Malrik rushed in like a flash and stopped right in front of her.

“Emma, put this on–now!” Urgency rang clearly in his voice, edged with unmistakable alarm.

He gave her no time to react or ask questions. With the precision and speed of a bomb technician, he lifted a high–grade respirator and secured it firmly over her face with a sharp click.