Chapter 70

"No way!" Olivia Davis's eyes widened as she turned the thin yellow talisman over in her fingers.

Daniel Miller snatched it back with a smug grin. "Why would I lie? Try it yourself if you don't believe me!"

Robert Lee leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I already tested it. Feels like carrying an AC in your pocket."

The other guests immediately perked up at this.

Michael Johnson was the first to take the talisman. The moment his fingertips brushed the paper, a wave of coolness spread through his hand. His pupils contracted slightly as he instinctively glanced at Lucy White, who was quietly sketching another symbol.

"Well?" William Jones pressed eagerly.

Michael's throat bobbed. "Incredible," he admitted, voice tight.

Lily Green lingered at the edge of the group, nails digging into her palms. Her gaze burned into the talisman being passed around, turmoil raging inside her.

Impossible… This has to be a special effect arranged by the production crew!

"Let me try," she blurted, her voice pitched higher than usual.

When Olivia handed her the talisman, Lily's fingers trembled slightly. The instant the cooling sensation flooded her body, her smile nearly cracked.

"It's… quite refreshing," she forced out, though internally, her mind reeled.

The director rushed over. "I want in on this!"

Five minutes later, he cradled the talisman like a treasure. "Ms. White, how long does this last?"

"About a week," Lucy replied without looking up, her brush gliding effortlessly across another sheet.

Daniel immediately sidled up to her. "Lucy, darling, could you spare one for our team too?"

"Was already planning to make one for each group," she said with a light chuckle, sliding the finished talisman toward him.

[Holy crap! An actual metaphysics prodigy!]

[Where are the haters now? Care to explain this?]

[My queen is unstoppable! Absolute legend!]

Victor Stone and Hank Cooper exchanged a glance, mutual astonishment flashing in their eyes. As former special forces, they understood the implications better than most.

"Ms. White," Hank suddenly spoke up, "could we talk privately?"

Lucy didn’t pause her brushwork. "After filming."

The trainees erupted in excitement:

"It really works!"

"Ms. White is the GOAT!"

"I'm officially a fan now!"

Lily lingered at the periphery, her expression shifting between disbelief and resentment. Her gaze bored into Lucy’s back, already scheming to visit that master after leaving the island…

"Move out!" Hank commanded, and the group advanced into the jungle.

Along the way, Hank tested them casually. "Anyone recognize these plants?"

Blank stares all around—until Lucy stopped abruptly, pointing at an unassuming weed. "Dragon's Breath Herb. Neutralizes snake venom."

Hank's pupils constricted. Exactly what I was going to ask.

(To be continued...)