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

"Come here, beautiful!"

A tremendous force traveled along the tentacles. The wooden floor of the entire room shook, and an old picture frame hanging on the wall fell to the ground with a thud.

The woman was like a rag doll being pulled by a child; she flew off the ground and pounced into Evan's arms.

"what?!"

Her pupils contracted, and her entire face was filled with shock and disbelief.

How could a Witcher possess such terrifying physical abilities?

The force of that pull was comparable to that of an apprentice-level knight.

Just as she was about to crash headfirst into the other woman's chest, a sudden burst of eerie red light flashed deep within her eyes.

"Handsome! Here I come!"

She murmured something softly, the last syllable as gentle as a feather.

As these words fell, Evan felt a sinking feeling in his chest, and a surge of desire shot from his tailbone to the back of his head.

My mind went blank for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he began to wander uncontrollably into those erotic scenes that he had once stayed up all night thinking about but then forcibly suppressed.

[Warning: You have been bewitched by the Nyogda's retinue and are in a state of deep infatuation. You are unable to concentrate and are unable to control yourself.]

[The snakeskin talisman is effective. It reduces the damage by 20%.]

Your mental attribute is strong. This naturally reduces the effect by 10%.

[Transitioning to: Mild infatuation state. You are unable to control your desires and are prone to overthinking.]

"Fannai!"

Evan cursed under his breath.

"Why is mind control everywhere?"

However, when the woman saw the hint of confusion in his eyes, she immediately felt more confident.

Behind her, three more black, semi-transparent fluid tentacles began to sprout.

The inside of each tentacle is covered with a dense array of needle-like fangs and bone spurs, like a living creature dredged up from the depths of a sea trench.

"die."

With a sharp flick of its three tentacles, it pierced towards Evan's head, neck, and heart.

She intends to inject her dark virus into it, turning it into her puppet.

At that moment, the woman was pulled against Evan's chest by the enormous force.

A soft laugh, tinged with the scent of perfume, escaped her lips.

"The body of a Witcher is quite excellent for serving as a servant."

"Such a powerful body, I've really hit the jackpot today."

Creak...creak.

Before she could finish laughing, the three tentacles behind her tightened and suddenly got stuck.

She didn't feel the smooth sensation of the bone spur cutting into her flesh, nor did she smell any blood.

The sound that came from the spot where the stab was was a metallic scraping sound, almost like striking cast iron.

"what happened?"

For the first time, her brows furrowed truly.

It was at this moment that...

A pair of arms came up from below and wrapped her tightly in their embrace.

Those arms were ridiculously hard.

To her, it didn't feel like a pair of human arms; it felt like a hydraulic press that had been shipped from a factory.

"Ah! Beautiful lady! I love you! I want to be with you!"

Evan, whose mind was completely consumed by desire, clung tightly to her waist while howling like a banshee.

The strength of those arms grew stronger and stronger.

Her limbs and tentacles twisted and struggled wildly, but she couldn't move an inch from those hydraulically-like arms.

"no no!"

She grabbed Evan's collar haphazardly, tearing several rips in the gray jacket with her fingertips, and desperately tilted her head back.

It was only then, in the dim light, that she could see Ivan's face, which was so close to hers.

The faint yellow tinge on that face was not a normal skin color at all.

That's the metallic sheen of brass.

dong dong dong.

Her fists pounded on that chest, each blow echoing crisply like metal being struck.

"You...you can't kill me! I..."

Ivan's face was contorted in a grimace.

"Why would I kill you?"

He squeezed out each word through his teeth.

I love you! I'll love you to death!

"Ahhh! Honey, help me!!"

The woman screamed and turned her head away.

Kerry, standing to the side, seemed to have had a switch flipped by these words, and his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

Like a mad dog tethered to a stake, he suddenly broke free of his chains, roaring as he pounced on Evan, swinging his two fists, each as big as a fan, and began to smash them down on his face.

boom! boom! boom!

Each punch was so heavy it could shake dust off the floor.

However, the result was...

His own knuckles cracked inch by inch, bones shattered one by one, and the warts that grew under his skin were smashed open, splattering yellowish-brown pus and blood all over Evan.

Meanwhile, the patient opposite him, whom he had been violently attacking, didn't even have a scratch.

In the end, Carey broke both his hands, dislocated his wrists, knocked out two of his front teeth, and collapsed on the living room carpet like a rag doll, his eyes glazed over.

Like the most incompetent husband.

quack!

Meanwhile, under Evan's loving embrace, the woman's ribs, sternum, and spine were crushed into fragments, one by one, clearly and distinctly.

She slumped against Evan's arm like a rag doll that a child had grown tired of playing with, her golden braids slipping down her shoulders and hanging on the floor.

Ivan blinked.

The remaining lust from the allure gradually dissipated from his mind. He looked down at the body in his arms, which he had almost crushed, and sighed.

"You!"

He shook his head, his tone almost regretful.

"She's too easily swayed by love."

Chapter 88: The Complete Copper Plague! Ranked Apprentice (5/5)

After the beautiful woman died, her entire body rapidly collapsed and dissolved under Ivan's gaze.

The golden braids first lost their luster, turning into a few strands of withered grass fibers that scattered on the floor.

The skin sank inch by inch, the facial features merging into a blurry mass of color, finally coalescing into a black, twisted, soft creature resembling rotten mud.

A chilling stench of decay emanated from the black mass.

The old brass chandelier hanging on the ceiling in the living room swayed slightly from the blast of air.

At the same time, the old hunter's familiar voice drifted over from the campfire deep within the heritage site.

"Nyogda's retinue. Demons."

"In the initial stage of humanity, they are no different from normal humans, and possess an extraordinary charm."

"Characteristics: Has a natural musky body odor. Occasionally exhibits a faint, pulsating texture under the skin. Pupils dilate in the dark."

"After the age of thirty, it will gradually turn into a shapeless, swollen thing."

"These monsters are highly adaptable to darkness. They can see in low light and are amphibious. They carry a large number of deadly viruses and plagues. They are carriers of dark diseases and spreaders of plagues."

"Skilled at attacking, biting, and embracing with bone spur tentacles. Their abilities are mainly charm and mental pollution."

“Nyogda’s Familia are not particularly strong in direct combat, but they are high-risk monsters. After killing them, you must be very careful when disposing of their bodies.”

……

After listening to the old hunter's experience, Ivan nodded thoughtfully.

"Plague?"

Looking down, the beautiful woman who looked like a peach had completely disappeared. In front of him was a puddle of sticky substance that looked like over-kneaded, blackened dough.

Tiny bubbles slowly rise to the surface, and each bubble bursts, releasing a new stench.

Evan blinked, his first thought being... to taste it to see if it was salty enough.

So he reached out and pried off a small piece, then put it in his mouth.

"vomit!"

The taste, a mixture of hundreds of rotten smells, exploded in my mouth.

For a moment, he genuinely felt that even rat droppings in the roadside ditch were more delicious than this stuff.