Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The two ran quickly, carrying their schoolbags, and sneaked into the courtyard-style school. A little girl with bangs was waiting for them at the gate. She waved quickly when she saw them approaching, but there was another boy standing next to her.

"Pierre, why are you so late today? I've been waiting for you for ages."

"Come on, let's go to class quickly," the girl said.

Childhood friendships were so simple. Even when we were at school, we would deliberately wait for each other at the gate, just so that we could walk into the classroom together.

Pierre carefully protected the egg-shaped stone in his small schoolbag. He decided to tell the girl later, rather than the boy next to him. In his eyes, the boy was like a persistent pest, always clinging to the girl and was his rival.

"What good stuff are you hiding in your bags?" The two's strange behavior quickly caught the attention of the boy, Thomas, and the girl next to him also looked over curiously.

Upon hearing this, the two quickly shook their heads: "No, no, there's nothing there."

This denial only fueled the boy's suspicion.

"Are you hiding something delicious that you want to eat yourself and don't want to share with us? If so, just say so. You don't need to hide it so tightly."

The questioning quickly drew the attention of the students around him.

Feeling awkward under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two finally opened their bags and took out their most precious oval-shaped stones.

“Look, this is what I found. I originally wanted to show it to you alone, but now I have to show it to you.” Pierre presented the stone to the girl Sophie as if it were a treasure.

"Isn't this just a rock? An ordinary rock? What's so special about it?" Thomas, who had been insisting on examining the rock, couldn't help but purse his lips.

"Don't talk nonsense, this isn't a stone, it's an egg, a magical egg! Take a closer look."

Thomas's words seemed to anger the stone. As Pierre moved the stone half a foot toward him, a very faint red lightning bolt pattern silently flashed across the stone's surface, making the entire stone appear even darker.

He held the stone in both hands, absorbing the sunlight as if it were devouring everything tangible. The dark light, focused on all those eyes, captivated everyone's attention.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" the girl exclaimed first.

The others suddenly realized that the stone, which seemed ordinary at first glance, had become so mysterious and full of inexplicable attraction that it made them want to touch it.

"Can I touch it?" Sophie couldn't help but ask first.

Pierre took a step back and subconsciously shook his head. Then he was taken aback. He had originally picked up the stone to show Sophie, but now that Sophie was asking him, why was he hesitating?

Two conflicting ideas were swirling within the brain.

"Please, don't be so stingy!" Sophie pleaded, clasping her hands together and looking pitiful.

The children watching nearby all expressed their desire to touch it.

Their eyes were fixed intently on the stone, their hearts filled with an inexplicable longing. They ignored each other, as if their pupils reflected only the black stone.

It filled their entire field of vision, as if swallowing it whole. "Hey, what are you all doing here? Get to class!" A dignified male voice rang out from behind the children.

They turned around and saw that it was the school teachers. Their fear of the teachers made them reluctantly look away and walk into the classroom.

But when the teacher walked into the classroom with the textbook, he stood at the door and froze, because he saw a strange sight:

Louis, a little boy sitting at the center of the classroom desk, was holding a black stone the size of two goose eggs in his hands. He was leaning on the desk, his chin resting on the edge, staring intently at the stones, muttering, "Hurry up and hatch, hurry up and hatch, it'll be here soon!"

His hands, pressed against the stone, had turned deathly pale, and a trace of red blood was visible on the broken ruler beside him, though the teacher did not notice.

The strangest thing was that all the students in the classroom silently turned their eyes and bodies to face the boy.

With him as the center, everyone stared intently at him, their bodies twisted, their eyes fixed on the stone, blank, curious yet filled with desire. They just watched quietly, as if they were caught up in a strange ritual.

"What are you doing?" the teacher asked, but no one in the classroom paid him any attention.

"What are you doing? Class is in session. What are you doing here with a rock?" The teacher reached out and knocked on the open classroom door next to him. The knocking sound rang out at the door.

Still, no one paid any attention to him.

He followed everyone's gaze and saw the culprit boy and the stone on the other boy's table. He immediately walked over angrily and slammed his textbook on the table.

Louis remained motionless, staring intently at the stone, completely ignoring his teacher's reaction.

The teacher was furious, suspecting it was all a prank, a scheme orchestrated by the students specifically to target her.

He decided to teach these people a lesson. Seeing that they were holding onto the stone without moving, he swiftly reached out and grabbed the stone from their hands, intending to snatch it away and throw it away.

But the moment the teacher's hands touched the stone, he froze.

The boy, who didn't look very tall, was holding the stone so tightly that when the teacher tried to snatch it away, it was as if the child was being lifted up along with the stone. The child's body was pulled forward an inch, and the teacher's posture remained unchanged. His hands and the stone were completely welded together, forming a conjoined sculpture.

It even makes one wonder if the little boy is already dead, his body frozen into an ice sculpture, completely fused together with the stone.

Before the teacher could even wonder what was happening, he felt a strange sensation, alternating between hot and cold, seep from the surface of the stone into his body.

He felt his bones freezing, the terrifying cold was indescribable; but strangely, his flesh was also being scalded by a burning sensation, his hands almost being cooked.

The burning sensation, in particular, spread rapidly from his hand up his arm and body.

The teacher instinctively tried to pull her hands back, but found that both of them were stuck to the stone and couldn't move.

"What is this? What the hell is this thing?!" the teacher roared, but to no avail. (End of Chapter)