Lincoln Faulkner laughed for quite a while before he was the first to notice something was wrong. By all rights, Isaac Wynn should have just scraped his skin a bit, but the guy was still trembling and unable to get up.

“Isaac Wynn, what the hell are you doing? Get up and put on a band-aid. Or do you really want to bleed half a pound and give us some extra dishes tonight?”

“No! I can’t get up, this... this damned book is sucking my blood!” Isaac Wynn finally managed to state, his voice full of misery, revealing a terrifying fact.

Sensing that something was indeed off, Lincoln Faulkner grabbed Isaac Wynn and pulled him up. To his horror, he discovered that Isaac Wynn’s left hand was already stuck to that ancient book, as if a book had grown out of the palm of Isaac Wynn’s hand. He tried to pull it off a couple of times, but aside from Isaac Wynn screaming in pain, Lincoln Faulkner couldn’t budge the ancient book attached to Isaac Wynn’s left hand at all.

Now even Jack Martin and Benjamin Brooks were scared. At such a critical moment, they all looked to Lincoln Faulkner. He was the one in the group best at making decisions.

Meeting his friends’ gazes, Lincoln Faulkner steadied himself a little, then said without hesitation, “We’re going to the hospital right now to see if we can get this damned book off Isaac Wynn’s hand. Let’s go! We can’t delay…”

With someone making the call, the three of them calmed down. Even though Isaac Wynn felt like his blood was being sucked, there were no other adverse reactions. His chubby face was still rosy and full of color.

Just as they were about to head out, a sudden change occurred. A sharp, piercing laugh echoed through the room: “Oh! Huo Qi, this fat one doesn’t suit me, I’ll leave him to you. Kazama, I smell other people… Jay Jay…”

Isaac Wynn suddenly heard this voice and, not daring to believe it, looked at Lincoln Faulkner’s expression. When his gaze swept around and he saw that Jack Martin and Benjamin Brooks were also pale as ghosts, he realized he wasn’t just hearing things—it really was a bizarre voice. Instantly, he cowered on the ground in fear.

A chill ran through Lincoln Faulkner’s heart, but he reacted quickly, dragging Isaac Wynn into the kitchen and grabbing a kitchen knife, intending to cut off that mysterious, strange book.

As soon as the kitchen knife touched Isaac Wynn’s palm, a bright blue current shot out from the book, ran up the knife, surged along his arm, and then blasted through Lincoln Faulkner’s entire body. A powerful force knocked both Lincoln Faulkner and Isaac Wynn out of the kitchen.

“Jay Jay! Jay Jay! This one is actually the Undying! We’re free…” Though the voice was strange, the joy in it was unmistakable. As for what it meant, it was completely beyond the understanding of four high school students.

The bright blue current flashed over Lincoln Faulkner’s body without lingering. The next closest person, Jack Martin, became the target of this bizarre current.

As the current hit him, Jack Martin’s body crackled and popped. His originally stocky frame seemed to be stretched by some force, suddenly growing much taller, and his once chubby belly was pulled so tight you could see his ribs. After a series of contortions, Jack Martin’s appearance changed dramatically. His simple crew cut turned into a spiky Vegeta-style hairdo. His physique became agile and springy, every movement full of elasticity.

At the same time, a light breeze swept by, and Benjamin Brooks’s eyes immediately glazed over. His body spasmed as if in a fit, jumping around uncontrollably. As for Isaac Wynn, who had claimed to be drained of blood, not only did he not look pale, but his face grew redder and redder, until it was as fiery as a cooked shrimp.

Having just been shocked, Lincoln Faulkner struggled to his feet and, seeing his three friends undergo such bizarre transformations, was understandably terrified. But even in the face of danger, he never thought of abandoning his friends to save himself. He could only think, “What’s going on? What should I do?”

He knew clearly that he wasn’t dreaming, which only made his fear harder to control. Faced with such strange changes, Lincoln Faulkner’s body and mind were completely out of sync—his mind raced with wild thoughts, but his body wouldn’t move at all.

Earlier, when Lincoln Faulkner was shocked, the kitchen knife had flown off somewhere. It took all his effort to regain control of his body. He hurriedly rolled over and grabbed the phone to call the police, but by then, the changes in Isaac Wynn, Benjamin Brooks, and Jack Martin had already stopped.

After his transformation, Jack Martin casually waved his hand, and a thin streak of bright blue current burned through the phone cord in Lincoln Faulkner’s hand. He gave the bewildered Lincoln Faulkner a slight, mysterious smile, looking especially strange and enigmatic.

Jack Martin and the others had originally just been ordinary high school students, their looks hovering around average. But now, they had become so different it was hard to believe.

Jack Martin’s body had become shorter, but much more solid and tough. His gaze was cold and sharp, and when he flexed his hands, countless tiny arcs of electricity danced between his fingers. He radiated a dangerous aura, throwing his head back and laughing wildly, looking extremely arrogant.

Benjamin Brooks, on the other hand, had grown a bit taller, and his body was now incredibly agile. Once a total klutz in sports, he now did a backflip and a backward somersault, landing lightly on the sofa—his movements as nimble as Michael Jordan.