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

Coming to his senses, he looked down and discovered that the warts on Kerry's body had rapidly withered away, as if something had sucked their roots out of the ground.

The tiny tumors that were just moments ago wriggling and shimmering with vibrant colors are now shriveled, blackened, and curled up into patches of dark gray dead skin, clinging tightly to the decaying skin.

"Can the copper epidemic actually enforce laws across different bodies?"

Ivan raised an eyebrow, a hint of unexpected joy appearing on his lips.

Clearly, all the viruses, nutrients, and properties in these wart-like growths have been completely drained by the copper epidemic, through the wound and the blood.

"Now that the virus has been completely drained, this corpse is no longer in danger."

He straightened up and glanced at Carey.

Rest in peace.

Ivan quickly wrapped Kerry's body in the carpet, then carefully inspected the entire room to make sure nothing dangerous was missed.

With his status as an investigator, he wasn't afraid of the police causing him trouble in the secular world.

Then he took off his gray jacket and rags, which were splattered with pus and blood, crumpled them up, and stuffed them into the fireplace.

Wearing only a faded wool shirt and thick wool trousers, he quickly pushed open the door and came out.

The pedestrians coming and going on the street seemed to have long been accustomed to this strange phenomenon.

The newsboy still yelled out the evening edition headlines at the top of his lungs, and the coal miners driving their horse-drawn carts still cracked their whips as usual. Nobody gave him a second glance.

Turning into an empty alley, Evan pulled his hat down low and jogged back to the familiar red-brick apartment on Guding Street.

The moment he stepped inside, he snapped the door shut with a "click" and locked the old chain lock that his father had installed before his death.

The curtains were drawn. The demon hunter scanned the surroundings, making sure there were no signs of anyone spying on him.

Evan then mentally clicked the "OK" button.

next moment.

It felt as if an invisible hand was lifting me up from the soles of my feet.

He could clearly feel his body swelling.

Large amounts of golden copper liquid sizzled out from the pores of his entire body, spreading and solidifying along the surface of his skin, covering his chest, shoulders, and limbs.

At the same time, starting from the old scab on his left chest, a pattern of interwoven yellow and red lines spread outwards rapidly along the direction of the blood vessels.

Soon, his entire body was covered.

The previously smooth, patternless brass surface is now covered with numerous deep and complex patterns.

Ivan looked down closely and could vaguely make out tombstones, skulls, mist, tattered flags... one mysterious pattern after another from the patterns.

The patterns, like low-level creatures with their own lives, slowly writhed, gradually weaving into a continuous emblem on his arms, chest, waist, abdomen, and thighs.

The patterns were deep, complex, and almost dizzying. If you looked closely, you could vaguely see a post-apocalyptic cemetery world.

The sky is dotted with countless stars that do not belong to any known star map. In the center of that ancient and desolate starry sky, a blurry entity looks down upon the earth.

"Has! Has! Hastur!!!"

An even more terrifying roar, emanating from the deepest part of his throat, crashed into Evan's mind without warning.

That voice didn't belong to any language, yet it seemed to be the common source of all languages ​​in the world.

It twisted his mind madly, tore at his will, and dragged his ego inch by inch into the abyss.

Ivan felt as if he were wandering aimlessly in a dim, yellowish light.

In his hazy state, he seemed to see a huge, translucent piece of amber. Deep within the amber, sealed was an outline larger than a mountain.

The outline shifted slightly.

Ivan grinned broadly and said, "Oh my, you're awake?"

"This humble servant greets you!"

call!

Something seemed to be angry, and slapped Ivan back.

Ivan jolted awake from the sofa.

The moment he opened his eyes, he gasped for breath. His vest was soaked with cold sweat, and his old shirt clung to his skin.

Looking down, he felt an indescribable, almost tangible power filling and flowing throughout his body.

At the same time, some almost instinctive memories were quietly implanted in his mind.

How to control the copper-plated body? How to quickly absorb viruses from the outside world? How to condense different pathogens into more lethal forms...?

Each and every one of them seemed like something he had known since birth.

Ivan slowly straightened up, his gaze falling on the status panel.

One of the lines, which had never been lit before, was now crystal clear.

[Position: Apprentice.]

Chapter 89: Is a Witcher with Two Hearts and Three Lungs Worth It?

Feeling his new form, Evan felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and security.

His entire body was tightly covered in brass, and the structure that grew out of his skin and the patterns at his joints were much more seamless than those of a neat plate armor.

The feeling was like being dressed in a suit of powered armor that clung to your skin, even though you weren't wearing any clothes.

Everything in sight seemed to have to take a half step back.

"The Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill has been perfected."

Ivan suddenly swung his arm.

A piercing whistling sound echoed through the apartment, and a few grains of old ash clinging to the walls were shaken off by the shockwave.

After experiencing his new body, he turned his attention back to his most core ability.

Plague manipulation.

Close your eyes, and an instinctive database silently unfolds in your mind.

Dozens or even hundreds of bacteria, viruses, and fungi are arranged neatly in some order that he himself cannot explain, like a row of neatly stacked index cards in a library.

Evan's heart skipped a beat, and he watched as a dark, twisted, gel-like substance slowly condensed at the tip of his brass-colored index finger.

It has no taste and no calorie fluctuations.

But for ordinary people, just one glance at it can cause an instinctive, twitching discomfort in their stomach.

"Dark Mother Fungus, it works really well."

Evan muttered to himself.

"While encapsulating all viruses, it also locks in the toxicity and prevents leakage. It also adds fuel to the fire of the core explosive force."

Within that dark mass, he used the B virus as its core, kneading syphilis, gonorrhea, and a series of other vile and disgusting diseases into a single viral package.

"No wonder it's called the B virus."

He clicked his tongue.

"Pairing it with STDs is a match made in heaven."

He secretly admired the senior who had named him; his knowledge was indeed profound.

Just then, a mouse poked its head out from a crack in the wall of the apartment next door.

The partitions between the houses are as thin as a hard shell, and rats are more senior residents than tenants in this old neighborhood.

The little gray creature had just shoved its head into the wall when it came into Ivan's demon-hunting sight.

Ivan waved his hand casually.

"Capture them alive."

Previously, the secondary brain was in the form of bones, but now it is covered with a thin layer of brass color, completing its evolution.

It flashed out from Evan's palm like an arrow flying close to the ground, darting into the crack in the wall and precisely piercing the base of the rat's tail.

Then, the secondary brain dragged a struggling, squeaking mouse back slowly.

Ivan dipped his fingertip into the freshly condensed concentrated spores and gently applied it to the mouse's wound.

Click click click.

Less than half a second.

The rat's body burst open on the floor.

Numerous growths surged out from under the skin, spraying yellow and white pus mixed with dark red blood plasma onto the wooden floor.

Almost simultaneously, all the nutrients in its body were greedily drained by those tumors and warts.

The skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs—every structure was utterly destroyed by the raging disease.

"Brilliant."

Ivan placed his right hand over the small corpse, his bronze palm slightly warm.

An invisible backflow reclaimed all the usable pathogens from the rat and its bodily fluids.

The copper plague absorbed Yersinia pestis, refining the plague cluster.

The copper plague absorbed Rickettsia mollusks, refining the plague clusters.

……

Evan's lips curled up in a happy smile.

"I see."

He nodded slowly.

"In other words, after the copper epidemic is completed, it can still refine its toxicity by absorbing new viruses."

For the rest of the time, he meticulously studied every detail of the copper epidemic prevention capability, much like a chemistry student writing a lab report.

The conclusions drawn are roughly as follows: