Bab 361: Torturing? He is not good at it!

Somewhere inside the academy, in a dark, secluded room...

Kennedy's lifeless body lay still on a cold metal table, the air thick with the stench of decay.

The room was silent... Until,

Suddenly, without warning, Kennedy's eyelids snapped open, revealing dry, bloodshot eyes that flickered with a twisted spark of life. His cracked lips twitched, struggling to form words.

"Tsk, tsk... I can't believe all my hard work was utterly destroyed by a mere punk!" The words rasped from his throat, rough and grating, like metal scraping against stone.

The corpse, now animated with a grotesque semblance of life, began to move. Bones creaked and muscles groaned as the body, once still for days, slowly came to life. Each movement was accompanied by a sickening crunch, echoing through the darkness.