Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 159: Threats Lurking in the Shadows

Lynn surveyed the dissolved remains of the massive spider, a deep frown etched upon his features. The disappointment was palpable. His first attempt to utilize the newly acquired skill had ended in a frustrating failure.

"Manipulating the blueprints of life, even if it is indirectly, is more complex than I imagined," he mused, clicking his tongue in annoyance, the analytical mind already dissecting the reasons behind the unsuccessful attempt.

Staring at the murky liquid, he replayed the sequence of events in his brain, realizing that the genetic code had fought back tenaciously against his intrusion, unwilling to submit to his will.

He remembered the strands thrashing against his grip as if they possessed a stubborn sentience of their own. This unexpected resistance had caught him off guard, causing the sample he was trying to mimic to break down.

With a critical eye, he approached the mess, crouching to study more closely what was left. The molecular structure had destabilized rapidly, the components melting into an unrecognizable sludge.

It was as if the very fabric of its existence had been torn asunder, unable to maintain its form. Reaching out, Lynn dipped a finger into the viscous fluid, rubbing the substance between his digits.

"Interesting..." he murmured, feeling the faint traces of lingering spiritual energy. There was still some residual information, but it was severely fragmented and disorganized, devoid of any cohesive pattern.

This shattered essence was now worthless, but he refused to let the setback dampen his resolve. That was just the beginning, a trial in a long series of experiments that would eventually lead to mastery.

"I will need a lot more similar biological specimens to continue the testing," he realized, furrowing in contemplation. "Since the arachnid managed to find my location, its lair must be nearby,"

"Or perhaps I should try with something simpler," he continued, eyes narrowing in thought. "An ordinary creature with a less complex genetic structure would be a more suitable testing ground."

Activating his inventory, Lynn stored away the remnants of the intruder and cleaned the sludge from the ground using scraps of newspaper he had kept stored, dispersing the liquid residue.

With that task complete, he started erasing the traces of what had transpired within the secluded cave. If the Special Investigation Bureau and other interested parties scoured the area, he could not afford to leave any clues behind.

Methodically, he swept the ground, dispersing the piles of dust from the cocoon and gathering all the fragments and shards. Ensuring no physical evidence of the confrontation or the ritual was left behind, he systematically removed every trace of his presence and existence.

Even the cave walls were scrubbed and patched, using his hands and strength to blend the damaged areas with the natural surroundings, carefully hiding any signs of destruction or disturbance.

While these measures might not stop the most persistent investigators from eventually uncovering his actions through extraordinary means, they would significantly lower the likelihood of an accidental discovery.

When he finished sanitizing the space, Lynn stepped back to observe the results. The cavern now looked untouched, its natural ambiance restored, and every proof of his activities meticulously removed.

Satisfyingly nodding, his gaze focused on the scene outside. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the hidden valley. Nocturnal animals would soon start to stir, providing new opportunities for his research.

As he emerged from the dark fissure in the hillside, the warm glow of twilight washed over him, and he took a deep, rejuvenating breath. The crisp scent of the forest and the soothing sound of the nearby stream were a welcome respite after the intense ordeal he had just endured.