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

Then he looked down.

At this moment, one can see that only half of the large piece of copper-rusted buttocks has been eaten away.

You can see various twisted and ferocious teeth marks on the copper-rusted muscle texture.

It's clear that it took a lot of effort to chew it; there are several teeth marks that you can see it took several bites to remove.

Just then, the cloak that had been standing at attention was brought back to its senses.

Its overall state was like that of a drunk dog wriggling on the ground, climbing up Ivan's legs to his shoulder.

The cloak was quite docile at this moment, lying motionless on the shoulder, and faintly emanating a special fluctuation.

Evan, of course, didn't understand what the fluctuation meant, but his 1% intuition told him so.

This guy seems to be having a blast!

Now it's full, and it's in a state of bliss.

Seeing the cloak reveling in its own rusty backside, Ivan grinned and then swept the cloak over himself with a wave of his hand.

He then quickly went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

He was standing in front of the mirror, but the mirror was completely empty.

"I never thought that I could become completely invisible without covering my head."

"But why can't I see it? Oh! The Insight Potion has lost its effect."

He then tested the cloak.

Discovering this hidden cloak doesn't require covering the entire body; the cloak only needs to cover 60% of the body for the person to become completely invisible.

"Excellent! Very good! You can give it to Han!"

Looking at the empty mirror, Evan nodded repeatedly.

After the test, he was about to take off the cloak when he found that the guy was clinging to him and wouldn't leave.

"Little sister, you can stay, but you need to hide yourself and not let your good brother attract too much attention!"

The cloak seemed to understand what Evan meant.

It began to fold itself quickly, then slipped over Evan's shoulder and into his collar, eventually wrapping around his waist.

The folded cape is not very bulky; at first glance, it looks like a rather wide belt.

"No wonder it's a ghoul wizard's treasure." Ivan nodded repeatedly after seeing that the thing could be folded.

After finishing the cloak, Ivan took out his second trophy.

This thing is only about half the size of a fist.

It looks like a walnut kernel, except that this walnut is made entirely of bone, with a slightly open, ferocious mouth on one side of the top.

At this moment, the skeletal walnut seemed to have lost its vitality, lying motionless in Evan's palm.

Ivan then drew another magic circle for verification.

As the soul was captured for the second time by the slime net, a voice, indistinguishable by gender or age, rang out with a sense of helplessness.

"It is called the Blessing of the Ghost King."

"If you swallow it, the Ghost King's blessing will reside in your stomach. When you suffer enough damage to be fatal, it can mark the target that attacked you, and the target will form a spiritual connection with you."

"In return, you must hold a ritual every Saturday to appease the great, sinister god of bones."

"Otherwise, you will be transformed into an ordinary ghoul without any self-awareness."

Upon seeing the properties of this thing, Evan instantly understood why Martin could still curse him even though he was already dead.

"So it was this damn thing that did all this!" Evan's voice was full of understanding.

“After establishing a spiritual connection, he can directly cast all sorts of curses on me.”

"After all, spirituality is too crucial."

Having grasped the principles of stealth in daytime combat, Ivan turned his attention to the functionality itself.

"I am now protected by my resilience, and I will not die after taking a fatal attack."

"This thing is quite a good match for my current state, even though I don't know any curses right now."

"But as long as a spiritual connection is established, it can at least help me determine where the enemy is, and I can then add some additional methods to deal with them."

Without a second thought, Evan ate it.

Before the thing could pass through the esophagus and enter the stomach, Evan saw the notification.

[The foggy-headed encephalopathy excitedly exclaimed: "Can I consume the 'Ghost King's Blessing'? It's enough to allow me to achieve a qualitative leap!"]

"Oh? There's another surprise?"

Ivan stroked his chin, not in a hurry to agree.

Because the blessing from the Ghost King is currently well-matched with my ability to bear it.

It can also be used in some combos, making it a pretty good magic weapon.

But after a two-second silence, Ivan waved his hand.

"What are you afraid of!"

"Take a gamble and your bicycle might turn into a motorcycle."

"Disagreeing would be a disservice to the great contributions I made to the fight against smog-induced encephalitis."

"It's just a magic artifact, give it to me!"

With Ivan choosing to agree.

He immediately sensed that the skeletal walnut he had swallowed seemed to be feeling fear.

It began to gnaw at its own stomach lining, trying to escape.

At the same time, Ivan could feel waves of frenzied bestiality spreading through his stomach.

However, this struggle quickly subsided.

He clearly felt the fog instantly travel from his brain to his stomach.

Then, a thick, oil-like mist enveloped the thing completely.

The skeletal walnut struggled for less than five seconds before going out completely.

Then Ivan clearly heard a series of sounds coming from his stomach, like cracking walnuts.

However, the sound was more like cracking open a skull than cracking open a walnut.

[The fog and brain plague devoured the Ghost King's blessing!]

[WARNING! The Fog Brain Plague has absorbed a massive amount of power and is undergoing unpredictable and peculiar mutations!]

[The foggy brain disease has entered a deep sleep. Estimated awakening time: 12 hours.]

As the notification appeared, Ivan immediately felt a certain instinct disappear from his body.

At this moment, all the characteristics of the fog brain plague became ineffective, and even the self-awareness and physical constitution that had been deducted were returned.

In an instant, an incredibly strong sense of self-awareness even gave Ivan a feeling akin to paranoia.

"I'm always right! I could never do anything wrong!"

"What I believe is the truth! What I see is reality!"

Because the change was happening so rapidly, Evan still had some time to react.

"Oh no! I need to go to sleep."

This excessive self-centeredness can easily lead to some unpredictable consequences.

Ivan didn't dare to look at the memories left behind by the ghoul wizard.

So he quickly tried to fall asleep.

……

Sap Estate.

Old Sap leaned back in his chair, seemingly falling into some kind of slumber.

On the edge of a dreamlike realm, in a deep cave.

Sap, still dressed in a respectable suit, sat on a stone chair.

Standing opposite him was Klaus, a master-level ghoul whose face was now completely disfigured and whose head was half gone.

"What happened to your face?" Sap asked, his brow furrowed.

Klaus wasn't telling the truth; a chilling smile appeared on his half-mouth.

"He was shot in the face by the Holy Sword Execution Team before he left, leaving a corrosive wound."

Sap nodded: "How's the plan going? You've really gone too far this time; I can't cover it up anymore."

Klaus's voice remained calm: "The plan is progressing quite smoothly, and that bottle of Christmas potion is basically complete."

"The blood left behind by those three witchers perfectly confirmed my previous conjecture."

"Using concentrated blood from witchers as a buffer is actually more effective than the buffer provided by the Healing Church."

"Once this potion is successfully prepared, the Holy Son can be born smoothly."

"In this way, with the help of the Holy Son, you can gain a long lifespan without losing your current power."

Sap wasn't stupid; he asked sharply.

"What exactly happened at the cannery today? Why was your retreat so chaotic?"

"Why were we still caught red-handed by those reckless witch hunters?"

"Did Arkham display any other extraordinary abilities today?"

Klaus said without changing his expression.

"He doesn't have many extraordinary abilities; his main ability now is that he can consume a lot of magic potions."

"Based on my estimate, he consumed at least seven potions today, and at least three of them were intermediate potions."