Chapter 87: Cracking

"No—no way," George's face went pale as he hurriedly arrived at the burning Drug Laboratory.

Just moments ago, he had been sleeping soundly in his car, the quiet of the night enveloping him.

Then, a loud explosion shattered the silence, jolting him awake along with everyone else in town.

As he drove the car through the hazy road, the smell of smoke filled his nose, mixing with the sharp scent of chemicals.

The night sky was lit up with a fiery orange glow, casting long shadows across the landscape.

Flames licked at the edges of the laboratory, sending sparks into the air.

From above, the dark outline of the surrounding forest loomed, with the glow of the fire flickering around it.

'Where is he?' George pressed on through the thick smoke, his eyes scanning the place.

He grabbed a wet cloth and pressed it to his mouth because the acrid smoke already seeped into the air conditioning system of the pickup truck.

"WOOOF!"

"WOOOF!"

"WOOOF!"

Wick started barking and behaving strangely.

"Do you smell Reign?" George asked urgently, trusting Wick's instincts.

"Woof!" Wick replied, scratching the window with his paws.

Seeing this, George opened the car door and followed Wick outside.

The heat hit him like a wave, so he grabbed a few bottles of water to stay hydrated.

Around him, the forest was engulfed in flames, and the Drug Laboratory was barely visible through the thick black smoke.

All he could make out were the walls, their outlines blurred by the haze.

"Hey, where the hell are you!" George shouted.

But there was no response at all.

"Wait, where is that dog?" George asked after realizing that Wick was also now missing.

"Cough—cough—" George's momentary lapses caused him to inhale some of the smoke, forcing him to sit on the ground where it was less dense.

After a while, just sitting wasn't enough to mitigate the impact of the smoke.

He crawl on the hard ground, stubbornly refusing to leave.

Despite their differences, Reign was the only one he trusted enough to have the potential to rescue his daughter.

"No, I can feel it. He's special. He's not someone to die just like that," George explained, his voice tinged with denial. "A— Anna told me that Reign would become very powerful someday ,he can't die with just a little explosion,"

"George! That was a special type of bomb, something that's even banned in Tier 3 cities. No matter how powerful Reign was, there's no way he could survive that!" she protested.

She didn't want to sound heartless, as she had also grown fond of Reign, but they needed to be realistic about the situation.

George didn't reply and just continued to drink his coffee.

Seeing this, she realized that nothing she says would convince him.

The only person who could help George right now was himself.

***

Another week passed, and there was still no sign of movement .

At this point, she was fully convinced that Reign had already passed away.

"We should bury him now," she said gently, placing her hand on George's shoulder.

George looked up, his eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and resignation. "I guess you're right," he replied softly. "It's time we gave him a proper farewell."

She nodded in agreement, her own eyes misting with unshed tears. "He deserves that much, at least," she said, her voice catching slightly.

Together, they stood up and turned away from Reign's corpse.

CRACK

Startled by the cracking sound, George and Mellisa quickly turned to look at the source.

"Is he waking up?" George exclaimed, hope flickering in his eyes as he noticed some movements from Reign's body.

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK

The cracking sound continued, accompanied by the shedding of the burned skin from Reign's stomach. Beneath it, a reddish skin emerged, akin to a snake shedding its old skin for a new one..

"You've gotta be kidding me," She was stunned, disbelief and awe mingling in her expression.

To witness someone who was presumed dead coming back to life before her very eyes was nothing short of miraculous.

But the next scene turned their excitement to dread, because as the shed burned skin dropped down, something inside Reign's stomach pop out of nowhere.

"SHRIEEEEK!" The same parasite that Reign had encountered emerged from his stomach, but this time it was larger, the size of a fully adult dog.

"George, run!" Mellisa was the first to react, grabbing his collar and yanking him towards the door.

Wick, sensing the danger, followed closely behind.

"Lock it!" she ordered as they scrambled to safety.