Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 396

Chapter 396: Hadi’s Tragedy
Hadi made a beeline for his laboratory, the urgency propelling him forward despite the considerable distance from the display center. Unbeknownst to him, this hurried decision was about to irrevocably change the course of his life.

Upon entering, the familiar chaos of his workspace greeted him—an ever-present testament to the fervor of his scientific pursuits. Books lay haphazardly strewn across every surface, their pages splayed open as if in the middle of a conversation. In one corner, vials of various liquids teetered on the edge of order and chaos, their arrangement disrupted, no doubt, by the exhaustive preparations for today’s presentation. Normally, his younger sister would have tidied up the aftermath of their nocturnal experiments, but exhaustion from their latest endeavor had left the lab in an uncharacteristic disarray.

However, it was not the mess that seized Hadi’s attention but a grim discovery in a secluded corner of the room. Within a cage, meant to house his experimental yellow-core mice, lay a scene of carnage—all the mice were dead, their bodies marked by unnaturally red, glowing veins and blood spilling from their mouths. More disturbing was the evidence of a brutal conflict amongst the mice themselves; it was clear they had descended into madness, turning on one another in a fatal frenzy. These mice, which had been the epitome of health just days prior, now served as a harrowing indication of his failure.

A chilling realization dawned on Hadi—the drug had not only failed but had disastrous consequences. With the council presentation underway and his sister among those witnessing his work, the stakes were higher than ever.

Panic gripped him as he hastily gathered his belongings, the weight of the potential fallout bearing down on him.

Racing back to the display center, heart pounding with dread, Hadi was met with an unforeseen tumult that confirmed his worst fears. The laboratory’s disorder, a reflection of his scattered thoughts, now paled in comparison to the chaos that awaited him—a chaos born from the very discovery he had hoped would bring glory and revenge to his people

As Hadi stumbled back into the Senate Room, his heart sank at the sight that unfolded before him. The walls, once stoic and unyielding, were now marred with blood and the desperate claw marks of those caught in an unforeseen frenzy. The air was thick with the scent of iron and fear, and the cries of the injured echoed through the chamber—a macabre symphony of pain and chaos. Among the disarray, council members bore the wounds of a sudden, violent upheaval, their expressions etched with shock and agony.

The epicenter of this disaster was the rabbit-man, Hadi’s experimental subject, now lifeless in a corner. His body was a testament to the horrific side effects of the drug, laid open in a grotesque display reminiscent of a primal feast. Surrounding him, other senators wailed, mourning lost limbs and the sudden intrusion of death into their sacred hall.

Driven by a frantic concern, Hadi called out for his father, navigating the carnage with a heart heavy with dread. The response, however, was a SLAP that resounded through the chaos, leaving Hadi reeling not just from the physical blow but from the confusion and betrayal it represented.

His father’s accusatory gesture drew Hadi’s eyes to a sight that shattered his world—the lifeless form of his sister, marked by the same glowing red veins that had claimed the lives of his experimental subjects.

The realization that she, too, had succumbed to the drug’s lethal effects, plunged Hadi into a vortex of guilt and despair. “But she was not suppose to take it.” He whispered to himself.

As the weight of what transpired settled on his shoulders, Hadi’s grief was met with the scornful glares of the senators.

The room, filled with the wounded and the bereaved, directed their collective malice toward him, a palpable force that seemed to suffocate the air itself.

The decree from his father, disowning him in front of the assembly he had once hoped to impress, was the final blow, stripping him of his identity and his legacy.

Hadi’s pleas, desperate and heart-wrenching, fell on deaf ears as guards closed in to take him away.

The rejection from his father, the loss of his sister, and the horror of the consequences unleashed by his creation melded into a pain so profound that it transcended the physical. In this moment, Hadi was alone, bereft of family, honor, and a future.

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Hadi did not know that in his absence an unexpected turn of events unfolded within the Senate Room.

The rabbit-man, under the potent influence of Hadi’s experimental drug, had emerged victorious against the rat-man guard, a development that took the assembly by surprise and spurred a chorus of admiration for Hadi’s ingenuity. Yet, this acclaim was short-lived, as Jericho, never one to shy away from stoking the fires of rivalry, cast doubt on the achievement. “A rabbit-man fighting a rat-man is easy. If you really want to show us it works, then try against a Tiger-man,” he challenged, his words stirring the crowd into a murmur of agreement and speculation.

Under normal circumstances, Hadi, with his persuasive eloquence, could have easily navigated this challenge. However, with him away attending to the chaos unleashed in his laboratory, it fell upon his younger sister to defend their family’s honor. Unlike Hadi, she wasn’t known for her oratory skills, but her faith in her brother’s work was unshakeable. Driven by a mix of trust in Hadi’s brilliance and a deep-seated animosity towards Jericho’s provocations, she took a bold step forward, ready to counter the skepticism that tainted her brother’s name.

Unbeknownst to her, as she prepared to make her stand, the rat-man began exhibiting alarming symptoms in a corner of the room—foaming at the mouth, muscles grotesquely expanding, and an air of ferocity enveloping him as he underwent a disturbing transformation.

Undeterred, Hadi’s sister stood firm, her resolve shining through. Clutching a spare vial of the drug—a leftover from their recent synthesis—she addressed the assembly with a confidence that belied her usual reticence. “Let me prove to you that even a Tiger-man is nothing in front of my brother’s genius mind,” she declared, her voice echoing a blend of pride and defiance.

Then, in a moment of unprecedented bravery, she did the unimaginable—she consumed the contents of the vial herself.

This act of self-sacrifice, intended to uphold her brother’s honor and validate his scientific prowess, rendered the room silent.

Here stood Hadi’s sister, not just as a defender of her brother’s legacy but as a hero in her own right, willing to face the unknown for the sake of family and scientific truth. Her actions, while impulsive, underscored the depth of her conviction and the lengths to which she would go to protect and prove the worth of Hadi’s endeavors.

Unknown to her, she had brought troubles on her head.

Jericho’s laughter echoed through the Senate Room, a sound rich with anticipation and challenge. “If that is the case, then let my son discipline you,” he proclaimed with a smirk, gesturing towards the young man beside him. Rising to the occasion was Jericho’s son, Gerric, a figure of imposing stature with a physique that spoke of raw strength and rigorous training. Clad not in the armor of a typical warrior but in robes that did little to conceal his muscular build, Gerric’s presence commanded attention. His status as a Blue Core Rank only heightened the sense of dread that filled the room, especially for Hadi’s sister, who faced him with a palpable sense of apprehension.

Yet, as Gerric made his entrance into the arena, the ground trembling beneath the force of his leap, a shift occurred within Hadi’s sister. The drug coursing through her veins banished her fear, igniting a primal ferocity within her. With her retractable claws unsheathed, she launched into the fray, engaging Gerric with a fierceness that belied her Green Core status.

The battle that ensued was nothing short of spectacular, earning the rapt attention and admiration of the Senate, as Hadi’s sister managed to exert pressure on Gerric, a testament to the drug’s potency.

But then, the unforeseen consequences of the drug manifested. Hadi’s sister’s eyes glowed ominously red, her demeanor shifting to that of a wild beast, devoid of reason or restraint.

In this frenzied state, she no longer discriminated friend from foe, her assault turning towards the spectators themselves. Similarly, the rabbit-man, also lost to the drug’s influence, joined in the attack, creating a scene of utter chaos within the Senate Room.

The catastrophe that unfolded was beyond anything the assembly could have anticipated. It was only through the concerted effort of the skilled senators and security members that the situation was brought under control, with both Hadi’s sister and the rabbit-man subdued after a tumultuous trouble.

This was the day Hadi’s life turned around…