CH: 135 Resist

{Chapter: 135 Resist}

Alice felt a sharp pain below. Her body trembled slightly as she struggled to regain her composure. After a few moments, she gritted her teeth and finally managed to push William off her, sending him flying backward. As she pulled away from the heat of his body, she felt him slowly slide out of her, his still strong rigid length withdrawing from her wet core with an audible exhale.

She staggered to her feet, her legs weak and unsteady. Her gaze swept over the chaotic room—clothes, fluids, and overturned furniture, broken and crack walls lay scattered everywhere. The air was thick with heat, and sex and lingering tension. A complex storm of emotions flickered in her eyes as she tried to process everything that had just transpired.

The replica Alice, standing nearby, calmly picked up a dress and handed it to her. Alice took it and quickly covered her exposed body, concealing her figure from prying eyes. She moved stiffly, still feeling the residual ache from their encounter.

"Alice, you have to kill him," the replica urged, her voice eerily calm yet insistent. "Now is the perfect opportunity. He hasn't woken up yet."

Alice took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress. She then watched as the replica bent down and picked up a knife from the floor, extending it toward her.

"I know," Alice murmured, her voice laced with suppressed emotion. She took the knife, steeling herself against the pain that still lingered between her legs. Slowly, she stepped toward William's unconscious form, her bare feet padding against the cold floor.

Her eyes darkened with resentment as she loomed over him. "William," she whispered, her grip tightening on the knife. "I never expected it to be today, but now… this is your end."

With a sudden, decisive motion, she slashed the knife toward his face. The blade sliced through the air, its sharp edge gleaming in the dim light. Yet, at the very last moment—just a mere fraction of a millimeter before making contact—her hands trembled violently, and she stopped. Her breathing grew erratic, and beads of sweat trickled down her temple.

"Bastard!" Alice hissed, her expression filled with turmoil. She clenched her jaw, her entire body resisting the final act of taking his life. Her fingers tightened around the hilt, and she lifted the knife once more, raising it high above her head.

With a forceful cry, she brought it down again. But as soon as the tip of the blade touched William's skin, she hesitated once more. Her arms quivered, betraying her inner conflict. Seconds felt like an eternity before she let out a shaky breath and threw the knife aside, the weapon clattering loudly against the floor.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground, her mind in complete disarray. "How… how could this happen?" she muttered under her breath, staring blankly ahead.

"Is it because of the original body?" the replica asked, tilting her head slightly. "Is that why you can't kill him? If you can't do it, then let me handle it." She picked up the discarded knife and took a step toward William.

Alice quickly shook her head. "No. You don't need to do anything. His life is mine to take or spare."

"But—"

"No buts," Alice interrupted, standing up slowly despite the pain coursing through her body. She glanced down at William, her emotions unreadable. "I know what I have to do."

The replica narrowed her eyes. "Alice… what are you planning?"

Alice remained silent for a long moment before finally answering, "We're leaving."

The replica blinked, stunned. "Leaving?"

"Yes."

"But… what about him?"

"He'll stay here," Alice said, her voice quiet but firm. "He may never wake up again."

Her own words felt hollow, even to her. Deep down, she knew she was lying to herself. That man—this beast—would wake up. There was no doubt about it.

The replica seemed hesitant. "You really think he won't wake up?"

Alice nodded, though uncertainty flickered in her gaze. "It doesn't matter. Leave him. If he appears before me again, I will kill him." She clenched her fists tightly, reinforcing her resolve.

The replica studied her for a moment before sighing. "Alright. Since it's your decision, I won't argue."

Alice stole one last glance at William's unconscious form before turning away. The replica followed her out of the room, heading toward White Queen, who was waiting for them outside.

Meanwhile, William lay motionless, his body sprawled on the floor. The rigid column of flesh between his legs still stood like an obscene monument, a thin smear of blood staining its length. It was a scene both sinful and surreal.

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Six Months Later

In a certain underground base, a young man's body lay covered in a fine layer of dust. His once-pristine flesh had taken on a dull, ashen hue from months of neglect. The air was stale, the silence absolute.

Then—

"Cough, cough."

A hoarse, ragged cough shattered the quiet.

The body twitched.

Moments later, William sat up with a sudden jolt, his movements eerily reminiscent of a corpse reanimating. He spat out a mouthful of dust, his face contorted in irritation. "Damn it… why is there so much dust?"

He rubbed his eyes, blinking away the haze of unconsciousness. His body was stiff from months of inactivity, but his strength quickly returned. He stood up, stretching his limbs, his naked form exposed to the dim lighting.

His gaze swept across the desolate room. Everything was covered in dust, the steel structures rusted with time.

"Looks like I've been out for a while," he muttered.

As he moved forward, his bare feet echoed softly against the cold floor. He soon came across a familiar sight—a series of large, round glass tubes. These were once used to cultivate Alice's replicas, but now… they were all empty.

"They're gone."

A voice rang out from behind him.

William turned sharply, his naked form unbothered by his state of undress. His eyes narrowed as he faced the speaker.

Standing there was a young girl, her expression unreadable.

"Little L*lit@—" He paused before correcting himself. "No, White Queen. How long was I out?"

"You slept for six months," she replied calmly.

William's eyes widened slightly. "Six months? That long?" He clicked his tongue. "Damn… that was a major miscalculation."

White Queen studied him curiously. "What happened?"

A slow, wicked smile crept across William's lips. "Oh? You really want to know, little L*li?"

"Your smile looks impure," White Queen deadpanned.

William clutched his chest in mock distress. "You wound me! Am I not pure-hearted?"

She ignored his theatrics. "Tell me what happened."

He exhaled dramatically before finally answering, a playful smile tugging at his lips "Since you've asked, little L*li, I owe you an answer. After things progressed beyond mere friendship, after the intimacy we shared—well, you can guess the rest—Alice and I experienced something profound. Our bodies, our very cells, intertwined in a reunion of sorts, as if our T-cells recognize each other and united in perfect harmony.'"

White Queen's eyes narrowed. "Such a thing happened." White Queen was a little surprised.

William chuckled darkly. "The two bodies T-cells after the fusion merged together. The fusion of our two bodies' T-cells was nothing short of transformative, merging into something far more potent than before. My T-cells flowed back into my own body, while hers found their place within her."

Little White Lily immediately asked, "What happened after returning?"

"Little L*li, aren't I too handsome?" William said shamelessly.

"Handsome, tell me what happened?"

William, now certain of his success, spoke quickly, "Don't worry. The T-cells that returned to my body have become incredibly powerful. They feel like they've grown wings, battling each other for dominance over my body."

"So, how did you manage that?" She asked, curiosity piqued.

"I conquered them completely, though I never anticipated it would take this long," William replied, shaking his head.

For what seemed like an eternity, the transformed Transformium cells in William's body waged war against the T-cells with the ordinary cells, with them leading charge. In the end, the T-cells were utterly defeated, their power consumed by the ongoing internal conflict

White Queen slaps hard on her head, "It's that simple?"

"It's just that it's simple, but it's actually difficult, otherwise you wonder why would I sleep for half a year." William said uneasily, half a year, how much meaningful things can be done.

"Oh," White Queen said, "What are you going to do now?"

William confirmed. "Enough about me. What's happened since I've been gone? Have you created a cure for the zombie virus?"

White Queen's expression turned serious. "No. There was no way to manufacture it here."

"Why not?"

"Because of my sister."

William's gaze sharpened. "What did the Red Queen do?"

"She took control of one of Alice's replicas and used it to destroy the device needed to synthesize the cure. After that, Alice took all of her replicas and left."

William scoffed. "Why the hell would she do that?"

"She wants to eradicate all living beings. She's gone completely insane."

William smirked. "She was always crazy. You just didn't notice it before! Can't you stop her?"

"I'm not her opponent." White Queen sighed. "She also trapped me here. I can't leave. I can't stop her."

William's smirk widened. "Then… want me to set you free?"

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