The Awakening of the Werewolf Bloodline

Through the mirror, Yan Feng noticed a dense cluster of tiny black dots appearing on his scalp, as if his hair was regrowing.

"What is this...?"

He froze for a moment, then quickly felt his pores across his entire body begin to react, as though tiny insects were crawling out from inside. Soon, pain spread from his teeth, fingers, and toes in varying degrees.

In a matter of moments, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he collapsed onto the floor, bare-skinned.

Then, something miraculous happened.

He saw his teeth, nails, hair, beard, and all his body hair growing at a visibly rapid pace. His face twisted in pain, and he let out strange "gurgling" sounds from his throat, his entire body curling in a trembling spasm.

After about ten minutes, Yan Feng seemed to have exhausted the last of his strength. He lay spread-eagled on the cold floor, breathing heavily, his muscles relaxed—except for a small flag that, for some unknown reason, remained standing.

At this moment, he entered a strange state.

It felt like being submerged in water, with the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his ears. The poor soundproofing of the building allowed him to hear various noises from upstairs and downstairs.

Aunt Cui and her husband were probably just getting into bed. They were discussing Youfu's disappearance.

Aunt Cui said that when she went looking for Youfu earlier in the day, she found several pets missing from different households in the wooden house (cats, dogs, and other pets), and none had been found yet.

Her husband thought this was suspicious and decided to report it to the police tomorrow.

On the second and third floors, each level had three apartments with a balcony. Apart from Yan Feng, the third floor also housed a couple and a female livestreamer.

The husband of the couple worked in the building materials business, and the wife worked as a sales assistant in a mobile phone store.

Yan Feng could hear the man's heavy breathing and the woman's constant moaning, accompanied by the rhythmic sounds of their lovemaking.

Their relationship seemed strong, full of passion. Sometimes, when Yan Feng worked late and returned home, he often heard their moans echoing through the hallway.

The female livestreamer, named Yan Qiaorong, was 26 years old, four years younger than Yan Feng.

She was very beautiful, with a gentle demeanor and a great figure. She had worked as a nightclub hostess in the nearby area before transitioning to becoming a livestreamer last year.

She was likely livestreaming herself singing. Her sultry voice sounded like a seductive call, making listeners restless.

What surprised Yan Feng even more was that he could not only hear these sounds but also vaguely smell their scents.

Especially the faint fragrance in Yan Qiaorong's room—it was incredibly pleasant.

It was nighttime, and the room was dim.

When he opened his eyes, he found that everything in the room was still clear and visible, though the color tone was darker. The moonlight streaming through the window was bright, almost like sunlight.

"What's going on? Why are my senses so sharp?"

Muttering to himself, he sat up and looked toward the mirror, only to be startled by the strange eyes staring back at him.

"My eyes!!!"

He gasped, regaining composure before leaning closer to the mirror.

He noticed his pupils had dilated, and both his iris and sclera had turned a bright amber color. Under the moonlight, they gleamed with an eerie glow.

"Is this why I have night vision? But why would my eyes change like this?"

Looking at his newly grown hair, nails, and teeth, his shock deepened.

At this moment, he felt a slight itch on his nose and face, as though many mites were crawling across them.

When he scratched with his fingers, he found black, greasy dirt.

Additionally, his body's pores were covered in tiny black dots. When he rubbed his skin, the oil was noticeable.

"Could it be that the regrowth of my hair is bringing out all the impurities and toxins in my body?"

The thought made him feel a surge of discomfort. He felt the urge to relieve himself and nearly gagged. Terrified, he rushed to the bathroom.

Soon, not only did he expel dark, foul-smelling feces, but he also vomited yellow, brown, and black substances that seemed to be a mix of different bodily fragments.

He was repulsed by what he saw in the toilet but studied it for a while before flushing it away. Then, he turned on the exhaust fan and took a long shower before returning to his room.

When he looked in the full-length mirror again, he saw a much younger-looking face. His skin was smooth, pores tightened, and the blackheads were gone. It felt like he had rejuvenated by several years.

His hair was in much better condition, too—shiny, black, and split-end free. It looked incredibly healthy. When he pulled at it, it was stronger and more resilient than ever before.

His teeth were the same—extremely white and healthy, and perfectly aligned. He picked up a fruit knife and lightly tapped it on his teeth, and they made a crisp sound. Then, he tried biting the back of the knife and left a shallow mark.

"The hardness!!! I could perform acrobatics with these!"

His mouth and tongue also appeared unusually pink and fresh. Especially his tongue—it became incredibly flexible. When he stretched it, it could even reach his nose, and when contracted, it returned to normal size. He could move it freely and bend it into various shapes.

Looking at the long, red tongue in the mirror, he felt a bit uneasy—almost like a creature from a horror movie.

Yan Feng remembered watching a video of a dog drinking water. The dog's tongue curled into a bowl shape, directly scooping water into its mouth.

Recalling that, he immediately extended his tongue and mimicked the action, extending it under the faucet. To his surprise, it really acted like a spoon, scooping up a fair amount of water.

After filling his tongue with water, he flicked it to the side, and the water splashed against the wall with a sharp "crack."

"Not bad, the force is pretty strong!"

For the next few minutes, he played with his tongue, trying various moves like a child discovering a new toy.

"If I ever quit design, I could livestream tongue tricks online. I'm sure it'd get a lot of views."

Muttering to himself in a mischievous tone, Yan Feng noticed that his body had changed drastically. It seemed like he had lost quite a bit of weight.

Although he had always kept a good handle on his weight, working at a desk every day meant he had a small belly. Now, he could clearly feel that his belly had shrunk considerably.

Aside from this, he made another surprising discovery—he seemed to have grown taller.

He had an electronic scale in his room, which he used to monitor his weight. As an interior designer, he also kept a Lu Ban ruler on hand.

He measured his height and found that it had indeed increased—from 175 cm to 178 cm.

He had grown 3 cm!!!

Next, he weighed himself, and the reading was 75.8 kg. The day before his leave, he had weighed 73.5 kg, an increase of 2.3 kg, or about 4.6 pounds.

In just a few hours, he had gained 4.6 pounds!

Fortunately, his height had also increased, so his body type didn't change drastically, which would have made it noticeable.

The 3 cm increase in height wasn't very obvious—some height-increasing insoles were even more than 3 cm tall.

After weighing himself, Yan Feng sat naked on the edge of his bed, bathed in moonlight, his chin resting in his hand as he fell into deep thought.

From the insomnia, irritability, and mental exhaustion a half month ago, followed by bone pain and hunger, to the diagnosis of late-stage bone cancer, and then the inexplicable killing and devouring of Youfu, it all felt like a science fiction movie. He couldn't help but wonder if he was really suffering from cancer, or if his genes had mutated?

Now, he felt no pain or itching, and his body felt incredible.

He had always had small health problems—like chronic pharyngitis and rhinitis, a poorly healed wrist fracture from childhood, and other issues such as blackheads and enlarged pores.

Now, all of that had disappeared, as if he had been reborn. His organs and tissues felt brand new, and his breath was refreshingly clean.

Could this series of mutations be caused by the bone cancer?

Yan Feng thought for a moment but then dismissed that theory.

He didn't smoke, drank rarely outside of social occasions, never ate junk food, maintained a regular sleep schedule, and had no family history of cancer. Statistically, his chances of getting cancer were extremely low.

Most importantly, he had had a physical exam last year, and at that time, there had been no abnormal findings. The diagnosis of late-stage bone cancer had come out of nowhere.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but wonder—could his genes have undergone some kind of mutation, leading to a cancerous transformation in his cells during the process?