Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 167: Electric Muscle Transformation

After a few hours of deep, undisturbed nap, Lynn awoke feeling significantly refreshed. The fatigue that had burdened him was almost entirely gone. His mind was sharp, his body rejuvenated, and his focus more precise than ever.

"The rest did me well," he examined himself, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. Without the constant need to be on guard or the pressure of impending threats, he had finally been able to recharge.

Turning his gaze toward the window, he observed the growing activity outside. The streets were alive with the familiar sights and sounds of daily life - people hurrying to and fro, cars navigating the congested roads, and the occasional snatches of conversation drifting in.

The scene was a striking contrast to the eerie silence, the omnipresent tension, and the overwhelming chaos that always hung over the abandoned district. It felt as though two entirely separate worlds existed side by side.

"I can't quite grasp how the Special Investigation Bureau and the federation as a whole manage to keep a lid on the situation," he mused, his brow furrowing slightly. After all, the werewolf incident was merely a symptom of a bigger problem.

Spiritual Recovery!

The increasing emergence of extraordinary beings and the surge of spiritual energy was inevitable. If this was just the beginning, then the challenges they would face in the future were sure to grow ever more daunting.

Shaking his head to clear those troubling thoughts, Lynn turned his attention to the plastic bags on the table. During his lengthy wander through the streets, he had stopped by several shops to stock up on fresh supplies.

Unwrapping one of the packages revealed slabs of grayish-pink meat. The pungent smell of murky water mingled with a faint tingling tang immediately assaulted his senses. It was the flesh of electric eels.

"It took longer than expected to find this," he muttered, recalling the frustrating time spent searching for a seller. He had combed through nearly every wet market and back alley vendor in the city.

Though this particular aquatic creature was not uncommon in the region, it was not exactly a popular choice for human consumption. Most vendors suspiciously eyed him, but some persistence eventually got him what he needed.

The locals often dismissed it as "too bony," "too chewy," or even "unpleasant." As a result, the few sellers who did stock the meat treated it as a niche product with minimal demand, buried under more appealing wares.

Without hesitation, he reached and touched it, feeling a mild shock against his skin. His extraordinary physique made the sensation barely noticeable, more of a tingling than anything else.

"Fascinating," he quietly remarked, his eyes gleaming with interest as he examined the flesh more closely. Even in death, it retained a small electrical charge—a testament to its unique anatomy.

If Lynn were to integrate this ability into his [Mimicry Heart], the results could be unexpectedly powerful. Focusing on his consciousness, he delved into the intricate tapestry of genetic information.

The first attempts proved disastrous, transforming the slabs into a foul liquid. Forethought of this outcome, he conducted this experiment on the kitchen counter rather than directly on the couch where he had been resting.

He rapidly turned on the faucet, allowing the clear water to wash the viscous substance down the sink. Moment by moment, attempt after attempt, his understanding grew, and the information flowed into his mind like a gentle stream.

When he finally sensed his target, he felt his muscles and tissues subtly shift and change. Peculiar sensations rippled through his frame, like electricity dancing just beneath the surface of his skin.