I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

The current state of public security has made these nighttime streets a no-go zone for ordinary people.

Robbery, kidnapping—every kind of danger lurks in the shadows beyond the surface.

But Alcott, being a superhuman, was not afraid of these things.

Moreover, any ordinary bandit is far safer than that crazed silver-haired witcher at this moment.

His hands on the steering wheel became relaxed and at ease.

"I'll go back and plan this carefully. Once I change my identity and appearance, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"I'll drain every drop of your blood! You vile thing!"

He cursed while mentally reviewing what had happened.

"But I have to say, this guy is definitely hiding a big secret."

"Otherwise, how could he possibly..."

Bang!

A muffled thud, like a heavy object crashing down, suddenly erupted from the roof of the car.

A series of heavy, panting breaths, like the low roar of a lion, came from above.

Alcott felt as if the entire Ford Model T had sunk a bit.

The metal canopy on the roof made a squeaking sound as it was being flattened.

"What is that?!"

Tear!

The thin metal roof of the car was torn in two by a large brass hand, gleaming with a yellow metallic sheen and powerful enough to crush the head of an adult male.

At this moment, Alcott was completely gripped by a sudden terror.

"What happened? How did he find me? How did he catch up with me?"

"I was driving!! I've already driven at least five kilometers out of the city!!"

Under Alcott's horrified and bewildered gaze, the claw pierced through the tear in the roof and rapidly magnified in his pupils.

Finally, in the darkness and despair, he grabbed his own head.

A tremendous force is applied vertically from top to bottom.

He was like a mouse caught in a cat's paw, being lifted abruptly from his seat.

The car lost control and slowly came to a stop after the accelerator was released.

Evan, holding Alcott's head firmly, stood on the roof of the car.

Terrifying steam rose continuously from his body.

Like a demon god under the moon!

Chapter 77: A Bountiful Harvest, A Key That Can Run Away (4/10)

Under the moonlight.

Alcott peered through the gap in the brass claw.

I saw those golden vertical pupils that seemed to be burning with golden light.

I saw that face, with its silver-white hair and features completely stretched and distorted by the Lion Potion, yet it belonged to Ivan.

At this moment, his face was expressionless, a demon hunter's state composed of pure calculation and killing intent.

For a fleeting moment, Alcott's throat emitted a sound he himself had never heard before.

It was filled with humility, fear, and cowardice.

"please……"

He was scared; he wanted to beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, Ivan remained unmoved.

Seeing Evan's aloof and cold demeanor, Alcott felt humiliated and angry at the dignity that came with being born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

"You lowly witchers! You piece of trash!"

"You can't kill me! I am the messenger of the great true God! I..."

Ivan interrupted him directly, stating his true feelings in two words.

"Stupid!"

bang.

The bronze claw suddenly tightened.

The head of the unfamiliar young man, along with the entire consciousness carrier that Alcott had just transferred over.

It was crushed into a lump of meat paste mixed with brains, bone fragments, and soft tissue by that claw.

Extreme rationality made Ivan not want any other variables; killing him directly was the safest option.

That sudden soul transfer technique was already mysterious and troublesome enough.

After killing the body, he immediately used his bronze fingers to tear open the corpse's chest and then its abdomen.

Then he found something in the center of those already cooling internal organs.

It was a strangely shaped sac, like some kind of compressed capsule.

It was wrapped in a thin, spiritual membrane, about the size of a fist, and long and narrow, like a sweet potato.

However, from that sac, an incredibly dense spiritual energy was continuously emanating in all directions.

This time he has no chance to escape!

That's where Alcott's extraordinary qualities lie.

This is the spoils of his midnight raid!

After confirming that the guy was really dead, Ivan jumped out of the car.

He wasn't worried about what would happen next.

The brief but intense exchange just now had confirmed one thing for him.

Unable to control her desires, Alcott has completely crossed the line.

Controlling students, ambushing them on the streets, distorting middle-class students and treating them as his own flesh and blood parts...

Every step he took crossed the line of the rules.

In that case, the University of Michigan will naturally have a way to clean up this mess.

What should we do with this extraordinary ability?

The Ironblood Potion continued to work in his veins, stripping him away into a mere shell of calculation.

There was no thrill of killing off enemies, no smug satisfaction of getting something for nothing; only a pure, calm judgment surfaced in his mind.

"Stay here for now."

At that very moment, keen senses detected an extremely faint metallic scraping sound, almost carried away by the night wind.

The next instant, he caught a glimpse of silver light out of the corner of his eye.

The thing was thinner than an adult's little finger, and it silently rushed out from under the car.

It was incredibly fast and moved with unparalleled precision, rushing towards the entrance of a marmot burrow, half-hidden by wild grass.

While Evan was dealing with Alcott, it darted inside.

"There's another trick up your sleeve?!"

Without any hesitation, Ivan swung his right hand forward.

Whoosh!

The secondary brain flew out from his palm, drawing an arc in the air, and upon touching the ground, it was compressed into the shape of a spider, with five bone spikes skimming along the ground as it rushed towards the hole.

The Shark Potion's tracking ability was pushed to its limit at this moment.

Even through nearly half a meter of damp loess mixed with grass roots and gravel, Evan could still perceive the scene underground as if he were looking through a layer of transparent glass.

That thing is a key.

It is entirely silver-white with intricate carvings, and the key handle is shaped like a symmetrical winged eye.

It seemed to have its own will, twisting and turning in the underground tunnel in an almost panicked manner, like a silver snake thrown into the water.

"Small. Eerie. Swift."

He silently filed it in his mind.

Ordinary superhumans would indeed be helpless against such an escape device.

We can't just tear up the entire highway and the field ridges for a single key.

But he's different.

He has a secondary brain.

Ivan's demon-hunting vision cut through to the distance, and he saw the secondary brain, like a hunting spider, silently and swiftly chasing after the marmot's den along its inner wall.

At the bend between the two tunnels, the secondary brain flew past the earthen wall almost scraping against it, coming within half a foot of the key.

The secondary brain leaped suddenly in the last two inches.

The bone spur in his middle finger pierced precisely into the carved ring at the end of the key from top to bottom.

The key trembled violently a few times, but no matter how much it struggled, it was essentially just a key, with no ability to fight back or escape.

Then it was dragged out by the secondary brain like a cat pulling a mouse out of a hole.

The secondary brain nimbly leaped back into Evan's palm.

Then it raised its middle finger, which was adorned with the trophy, and handed over the silver key, which was still struggling slightly.

"Well done..."