Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 106: The Chimera's Feast

Lynn's heart pounded in his chest as he witnessed the transformation of the seemingly lifeless body. The sinister smile sent chills down his spine, confirming his suspicions that something deeply malevolent was at play.

The laughter echoed through the chamber, reverberating off the cold stone walls. It was a haunting sound, devoid of joy or mirth, carrying an air of pure madness and sadistic pleasure.

"Leaving so soon?" Knott's voice rang out, simultaneously raspy and taunting. "But the party's just getting started," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a twisted intensity.

At that particular moment, Lynn's pupils instinctively contracted. A cold shudder coursed through his body, accompanied by an unsettling sensation that permeated into his heart, as though he was being closely observed by a dangerous predator.

His ears caught a faint whisper, an unfamiliar word that had never met his hearing before. Its meaning eluded him, leaving him utterly perplexed and unable to comprehend its significance.

Simultaneously, a peculiar veil of numbness enshrouded him. This unusual state of emotional detachment was accompanied by an indescribable sense of discontentment that resonated deep within his heart.

"Something is wrong," he immediately realized, a surge of clarity cutting through the fog of confusion. An inexplicable pressure descended upon him, weighing heavily on his shoulders like an invisible burden. It wasn't an illusion!

As soon as he noticed the problem, he immediately broke free from the control. He discovered that at one point he had lifted his legs and was approaching the grotesque altar. Some invisible force compelled his legs to carry him forward against his will.

With an unwavering will, Lynn halted his involuntary stride and regained control over his body. Cold beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as the implications of what had just transpired sank in.

"As expected from the special detective," Knott sneered, his laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a sinister smile on his face. "This kind of small tricks don't work—"

But before he could finish his sentence, Lynn sprang into action. Without a moment of hesitation, he unleashed another round of gunfire with his Bloody Reaper.

This time, he triggered the full force of his firepower, holding nothing back. The heavy bullets surged forward, propelled by deadly intent. Their trajectories were meticulously aimed to ensure a swift and fatal outcome.

One bullet set its sights on Knott's head, while the other zeroed in on his chest, specifically targeting the heart. In a matter of milliseconds, the projectiles closed the short distance, finding their mark with chilling precision.

The devastating impact utterly destroyed their targets, leaving behind only a mangled mess. In a gruesome display, darkened blood erupted everywhere, creating a macabre jet that splattered the cold stone floor.

Lynn didn't stop to savor the moment of victory. Looking at the mangled body lying motionless on the ground, his spiritual vision revealed that it had still some activity. He understood that this was merely the beginning of the conflict, far from its conclusion.

Determined to stay ahead, Lynn tightened his grip on his weapons and continued his retreat, taking deliberate and cautious steps backward to create more distance between himself and his adversary.

His expression remained stern, showing the gravity of the situation. In this brief respite, he took the opportunity to reload his gun, all the while scanning his surroundings.

Now that he had exposed himself within the enemy's base, he understood the vulnerability of his position. He could be attacked from any direction, and he needed to be prepared for any eventuality.