Class One, Strongest in a Century, Reduced to Brothers in the Myriad Souls Banner by a Bowl of Soup

"Teacher—this is bad! Wei Xiaofeng fainted!"

Zhang Yangzi's shout was like a bucket of cold water, jolting Ye Yingluo out of her reverie.

She frowned and looked toward the source of the voice, the impatience on her face undisguised.

"So what if he fainted? Just send him to the infirmary."

"But..."

Zhang Yangzi's face was frighteningly pale. His lips trembled, and so did his voice.

"He never went back yesterday... he held on until now. When I touch him, my hands feel prickly."

Ye Yingluo's expression finally changed.

The students of Class One had come to acclimate yesterday, but most of them had only sampled it briefly before leaving.

Absorbing radiation for an hour or two was cultivation. Absorbing it for an entire day was gambling with one's life.

There would always be those desperate enough to stay longer, absorb more mutant energy, and gain one more chance at transformation.

Wei Xiaofeng, burdened with a 650,000 Federal Credit fine, was undoubtedly the most desperate among them.

Ye Yingluo rushed over to Wei Xiaofeng in a few quick strides. After just one glance, her heart sank halfway.

Wei Xiaofeng lay on the ground, curled tightly into a ball.

The exposed skin on his body had turned an unnatural grayish green, like moldy orange peel.

His entire body was covered in dense flesh tumors. Some had already ruptured, leaking pale yellow pus.

"Did he really have to go this far? Was he trying to get himself killed?!"

Ye Yingluo's voice sharpened, filled with anger and heartache.

She remembered what she had once told them.

They did not need to worry about the loans. Their teacher would find a way to deal with it.

But she knew perfectly well that it had been a lie.

She herself lived paycheck to paycheck. What could