Just now, I really thought I would be trapped inside forever.

Now, not only did I get out, but I also took the body-tempering liquid and became a probationary police officer...

It still feels like a dream.

He turned to look at the dressing mirror.

At this moment, the mirror had returned to normal, showing his reflection. He seemed a bit taller than before, his skin much smoother. Taking a few steps back, he gently lifted the coffee table that usually required both hands to move—this time, he picked it up with just one hand.

His strength had indeed increased!

It was real, not a dream!

Suppressing his excitement, he quietly summed things up.

This was the experience he had gained from surviving over a thousand nightmares. Through constant tempering, he had turned some good habits into instincts, so that when encountering new environments, he could notice more details and avoid getting killed.

Currently, there were roughly three known pieces of information and experiences.

First, the Mirror Management Bureau truly existed, and it was located between the mirror world and reality. He was already a probationary police officer, and his main task was to capture illegal crossers—presumably those mutants who suddenly appeared on Earth.

Of course, whether all of them needed to be captured or just some, he wasn’t sure, nor did he fully understand how to capture them.

Based on his guess, it should be about driving out the body snatchers and saving those who had been possessed, because... according to the Bureau’s rules, the other party had broken the law!

Second, since there were probationary officers, there must be official ones, and perhaps even higher ranks.

Third, what did the so-called [Destruction Level] mentioned by the other party represent? Although he wasn’t sure, since the mirror had shown David Bolton’s image, it meant the person who possessed him was about that level of strength.

It shouldn’t be too strong.

Otherwise, he would have killed the deskmate for sure, not just bashed his head.

Having thought everything through and making sure he hadn’t missed anything, William Carter let out a sigh of relief, only then noticing that he was covered in sticky, filthy stuff.

The body-tempering liquid had refined his body, making him reborn and expelling all the impurities inside. At this moment, he was as filthy and stinky as if he hadn’t bathed in two years.

He hurriedly took a shower and changed clothes. It was already past three in the morning. Lying in bed, he quickly fell asleep.

A dreamless night.

It was the first good sleep he’d had in three years.

He got up at 6:30 in the morning, had some breakfast, put on his school uniform, and headed to school.

Even though he had only slept for a little over two hours, he didn’t feel tired at all. On the contrary, he was full of energy.

The effects of the body-tempering liquid were obvious.

The breakfast shops along the road were basically all open, and everywhere there were people rushing to catch the bus to work. It seemed that compared to the so-called “mutation,” survival... was even more important.

That was the tragedy of ordinary people.

You could dream, but only if you were alive.

In the classroom, discussions about mutants hadn’t died down after just one night. On the contrary, with more information known, even more people were getting excited.

Before even entering the classroom, he saw that the class had split into several groups, each with seven or eight people huddled together, sharing the news they knew.

“I heard that Olivia Scott from Class 1 went home last night and started going crazy... Seems like he’s become a mutant too!”

“Robert Thompson from Class 3 as well, shouting about looking for his beloved concubine, and even saying the Qing dynasty has fallen...”

...

William Carter shook his head.

Becoming a mutant meant being possessed...

It was outright slaughter—he really didn’t know what there was to look forward to.

Of course, while others were fantasizing, he already understood that he was on a path completely different from everyone else. As for how far he could go in the future and what the outcome would be, he would have to figure it out step by step.

He sat at his seat and waited for class to start, but his deskmate never showed up.

He asked the teacher and got the answer: the injuries were too severe, and he was still in the hospital receiving treatment.

After finding out the location, he took advantage of the lunch break to head over.

It was only a little over three hundred meters from No. 2 High School. As soon as he arrived, he saw several people in camouflage uniforms guarding the important intersections.

Seeing him approach, two young men came up: “The hospital has been temporarily requisitioned and is not open to the public for now. Please go back!”

“My deskmate was injured yesterday and is staying here. Can I go in to visit him...” William Carter said hurriedly.

“No.”

The young man’s attitude was firm.

Knowing that if he tried to force his way in, he would definitely be treated as a “mutant” and riddled with bullets, William Carter had no choice but to retreat.

If he couldn’t see him, how could he complete the first task given by the Management Bureau?

While he was hesitating, a tall young man heard the commotion and came out from inside: “What’s going on?”

The camouflage-uniformed man saluted: “Reporting to Captain Miller, this student said his deskmate was injured and hospitalized yesterday and wants to go in to see him!”

“Deskmate?”

Frowning, Captain Miller looked over: “What’s his name?”

Seeing him ask, William Carter realized he might have a chance to get in and was about to answer when suddenly, his face turned slightly pale.

In the mirror in the sky, he saw the shadow of this captain in front of him.

On his shoulders... were two heads.

One of them had a livid face, with blood-red liquid slowly flowing from both eyes.

The captain in camouflage... had also been possessed by a mutant!

In an instant, William Carter felt a chill all over.

Chapter 8 Hospital

Wasn’t the mirror supposed to only reflect himself, and not show anyone else?

Why did it show this person, and why did he look so different from how he appeared in front of him?