He looked toward the railing, as if he was coming for someone.

　　"Help..." The boy was so terrified by what he saw that he nearly collapsed, unable to even make a sound.

　　"Poof!"

　　The figure suddenly lowered its head and bit down on his face.

　　The boy's limbs immediately went rigid. He could clearly feel something burrowing into his face, then into his head, and spreading throughout his entire body...

　　"Ah!!!"

　　The others instantly snapped out of their shock and, in utter terror, all jumped into the sea.

　　"Class...classmate..." Soon, the boy shakily stood up, stiffly uttering a few words, "Mr. Scott..."

Chapter 006: The Aberration

　　"Plop!"

　　Water splashed everywhere.

　　"Ah! He came down! James Carter, don't come over here!" The last boy to jump in screamed. The James Carter he mentioned was the very boy who had just been transformed.

　　He never expected that he would actually follow them into the water...

　　This boy clearly couldn't swim well, flailing about in panic.

　　"Mr. Scott..." James Carter's movements were just as stiff as those of the other "injured" people who had "learned" to swim, but he was noticeably faster.

　　Hearing his name called, William Scott was momentarily stunned.

　　He looked at James Carter and saw that a chunk of flesh had been torn from James Carter's face. The exposed wound wasn't crimson, but rather a melting, gelatinous substance that kept oozing out, making the wound look very deep.

　　Something had burrowed into his body... William Scott immediately realized.

　　The problem wasn't with those "injured" people, but with this gelatinous substance inside them!

　　After entering the human body, this gelatinous substance not only transforms the body into this state, but also causes them to lose self-awareness.

　　Because although James Carter was calling his name, there was no emotion in his voice at all...

　　At the same time, William Scott also noticed that after these things switched hosts, the transformed bodies seemed to become "more advanced."

　　They had learned to swim before, and now they could even speak...

　　"Help! Please save me!" The boy desperately tried to get away from James Carter, screaming in utter panic.

　　Seeing someone who was a classmate just seconds ago suddenly turn into a monster, and recalling James Carter's look of despair when he was attacked... this kind of extreme terror was truly more than most people could bear.

　　"Bang!"

　　Just as James Carter was getting very close, a dark object suddenly sliced through the water in front of him, striking James Carter's head with a heavy splash.

　　With a dull thud, James Carter was immediately smashed into the water, and the gelatinous substance mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

　　"Ah!" The one who screamed in agony was actually the other boy.

　　But the next moment, he snapped back to his senses—it was William Scott who had saved him...

　　"What are you standing there for? Fight back!" William Scott shouted angrily.

　　"Fight..." Only then did the boy remember that he actually had a "weapon" in his hand, even if it was just a piece of scrap metal...

　　He instinctively wanted to say, "Are we supposed to kill James Carter?" but soon, his eyes turned both terrified and fierce: "That's right, he's a monster! He's not James Carter anymore..."

　　James Carter soon resurfaced, and the boy, almost on instinct, stabbed at him with the metal: "Damn it, die!"

　　"Poof!"

　　Another gash appeared on James Carter's face, but he still showed no expression, his eyes even fixed on William Scott: "Mr. Scott..."

　　"What do we do, he won't die!" The boy's courage instantly evaporated.

　　"Leifeng, be careful..." Grace Johnson was being pulled by Emily Carter, both girls' faces filled with terror. Emily Carter was crying and whispering, while Grace Johnson bit her lip, not daring to speak for fear of distracting William Scott. In her memory, although William Scott ran and worked out every day, he was actually a very gentle person. Let alone a life-and-death struggle, he probably hadn't even been in many fights...

　　But looking at that boy and the others, it seemed none of them could muster the courage to charge forward and fight to the death.

　　If William Scott couldn't do it, then...

　　William Scott did feel a bit nervous, but when he thought of the scene in his premonition where he was killed... he immediately gritted his teeth, raised the steel pipe, and smashed it down hard: "Stop pretending to know me. I don't know you."

　　"Bang!"

　　"Bang! Bang!"

　　This time, before James Carter could resurface, William Scott struck him several more times in quick succession.

　　He only stopped when his wrist began to ache.

　　James Carter's head was almost completely smashed in. He twitched a few times, and suddenly a black, thread-like object shot out from the wound with a "whoosh," piercing into William Scott's wrist.

　　"Ah!"

　　This time it was William Scott who cried out, nearly dropping the steel pipe.

　　Could the premonition be coming true?

　　He hurriedly looked at his wrist, but only found a tiny red dot, like the mark left by a needle prick.

　　It didn't hurt or itch.

　　After staring blankly for a couple of seconds, William Scott snapped back to his senses and looked at the boy beside him, who was now completely stunned.

　　He hadn't noticed...

　　And the others were even less aware.