The young man screamed as though he had suffered a mental collapse, pressing his back against the cold wall. He desperately ran toward the passage leading out of the hall.0

At that moment, several guards stationed in the corridor heard the commotion and rushed in , colliding with the young man. The young man, panic written all over his face, stumbled and nearly dropped to his knees. Yet he quickly straightened, braced himself against the wall, and continued his mad dash out of the hall.0

"What happened?" Three or four guards exchanged glances and decided to check the transformation pool first.0

They only advanced a few dozen paces to enter the hall when they saw a dozen or so researchers in uniform shuffling away from the transformation pool toward them. Their faces were devoid of expression, and their eyes were as dull as puppets. Their limbs moved awkwardly, as though they had only just adapted to these bodies.0

"This…" The four guards froze; even a fool could see something was wrong.0

They quickly turned to run, intending to leave this eerie scene, but it was too late. The researchers, twisted by the black sludge, were becoming ever more adept in their new forms.0

They charged madly at the guards in bizarre postures, especially the leader, whose neck and cheeks bore totems that flickered in and out...0