The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 207

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Chapter 207

Hold on a damn second,” Mr. Fleming snarled, his eyes bulging with disbelief.

“Are you honestly expecting me to swallow the idea that a there human can diagnose a bacterial culture just by tasting it?”

“This is complete nonsense! You must be cheating, you filthy brat. There’s no way you’d know my culture is Bacillus anthracis unless you peeked at my notes!”

Alex merely rolled his eyes, looking bored.

“Peek? Right. Because the smell alone wasn’t a dead giveaway. Let me spell it out for you, Professor Genius–I could practically sniff out your half–baked anthrax the second you brought it in.”

“And the fact you tried to pass this off like some big deal? You’re not even professional enough to mutate it properly. It’s so basic, even a bored middle–schooler could’ve whipped this up in science class.”

Mr. Fleming’s pride stung like a hornet’s sting.

The smugness in Alex’s voice was grating, and it took everything for him not to let his anger bubble over.

But when Alex listed every single ingredient of Fleming’s formula–down to the last droplet–and rattled off each step in the creation process, the old scientist couldn’t hide his shock.

“H–how the hell…” Mr. Fleming’s voice trembled. “You… you deduced all that just by smelling it?”

“Huh,” Alex scoffed, “I guess you didn’t realize a nose could be more accurate than your entire underachieving lab crew. It’s gonna be another century before you figure that one out.”

Unable to retort, Mr. Fleming stood there fuming, sweat beading on his forehead.

Meanwhile, Charles Kingston lurked on the sidelines, arms folded.

He looked from Fleming to Alex and back again, a growing sense of worry needling at him.

Alex had literally tasted anthrax and was still standing–minutes had passed, and he was moving around the room and heading to the restroom like nothing had happened.

“What’s going on?” Charles muttered under his breath. “There’s no sign he’s even remotely sick. That’s… not possible, right?”

Mr. Fleming took a steadying breath, trying to mask his own unease.

“Calm yourself, Mr. Kingston. The kid’s playing tough, but anthrax will rip him apart soon enough. No one shrugs it off without an antidote. Trust me–he’ll be crawling and begging any moment.”

Charles exhaled slowly, relieved by the man’s confidence. All right. Good. Then let’s just get this over with.”

Right on cue, Alex strode back into the room, a small bottle in his hand.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, folks,” he drawled, holding up a container of foul–smelling, yellowish liquid that let off visible steam.

“I just finished making my own culture. Thought we could compare notes.”

Charles recoiled at the stench. “What the hell is in that? Ugh, it smells like rotting garbage dipped in old socks.”

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Alex shrugged with practiced indifference.

Maybe it’s not a five–star bouquet, but I can assure you the flavor profile’s… unforgettable. Now, you don’t have “to drink it, of course.”

Asly smirk curved his lips. “But you did say you wanted a fair competition, so you’re not… chickening out, right, Mr. Kingston?”

Jasmine, who had been watching from the corner, leaned in with a sweet but scathing smile. “Surely the great Charles Kingston isn’t going to back out over a little stink, is he?”

Charles sucked in a sharp breath and looked over at Mr. Fleming, “Well?” he hissed, eyes darting nervously.

Mr. Fleming placed a hand on Charles’s shoulder, as though bestowing some grand benediction.

“Relax, Mr. Kingston. I happen to have a universal bacterial antidote that’ll work within five minutes. Let the little upstart have his fun.”

Straightening himself, Charles snatched the bottle and pinched his nose.

“You want drama?” he snapped, voice dripping with disdain. “You got it.” Then, in one swift move, he chugged the contents.

Almost instantly, Charles gagged, a bitter, rancid taste clawing at his throat.

His eyes watered uncontrollably, and he half–choked, ready to spew the mess across the floor.

“Uh–uh,” Alex said, wagging a finger. “Swallow every last drop, buddy. Wouldn’t want you cheating, now, would we? Well, you can puke it out–but that’ll mean you lose.”

Charles glared at him, cheeks flushing. With monumental effort, he forced the putrid liquid down.

The aftertaste felt like molten slime coating the back of his teeth.

Spluttering, Charles managed to choke out, “W–what the hell is this revolting concoction? It tastes like you scooped it off the bottom of a dumpster!”

“Oh, nothing much,” Alex replied, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. “Just a little golden juice and golden cake.”

Fleming’s eyes widened at that, and Jessica raised an eyebrow from across the room.

Charles blinked in confusion, still trying to compose himself. “Golden… what? Don’t get cryptic with me–what does that mean?”

In a tone so casual it verged on flippant, Alex explained, “Oh, just your run–of–the–mill ‘fecal fluid.‘ In other words, you just swallowed human excrement, Charles. Fresh from the source, as they say.”

The color drained from Charles’s face so fast it was almost comical.

He retched, turning away, but there was no escaping it now!

The foul brew was already down his throat, latching onto his insides.

“I think,” Jasmine said with an air of mock sympathy, “my big brother just found out what ‘eat shit‘ really means, in a most literal sense. Didn’t see that on any fancy restaurant menu, did you, Charles?”

“Damn

you, Alex!” Charles roared, incensed. “You tricked me into-”

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“Tricked you?” Alex interrupted with a sarcastic laugh.

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were told to make a bacterial culture, remember? I used the ingredients of my choice. I didn’t force you to drink it… you did that all on your own. But hey, if the shoe fits.”