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

Although their memory has been somewhat impaired, the fact that these people at the bottom of society can continue working without feeling so much pain is itself a blessing.

Even if technology and medicine advance greatly in the United States a hundred years from now, painkillers will still be rampant.

At present, there is no cure for the lumbar spine and bone diseases they suffer from.

The immense daily pressures leave them with no time to rest or take care of their health.

Sending these workers to physiotherapy and rest is no different from the saying "Why don't they eat meat porridge?"

This is the limit that Ivan can achieve at this stage.

After finishing his meal, Evan left amidst everyone's thanks, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and boarded the tram.

Squeezed among the crowd, Evan gripped the hanging handrail firmly, calculating his next move.

"Now I have fully mastered the three extraordinary characteristics, and I only need two more points of spiritual vision to become an expert."

"However, after becoming an expert, there will be a twelve-hour period of spiritual shock. Should I ask Hill to protect me?"

“I don’t think it’s necessary. Hill was protected before, but she was still attacked.”

"Hmm? I've got it."

Evan's lips curled up as he thought of the best place to weather the storm: Vic's office.

Now he's a specially invited expert for the special operations team, and he's highly sought after by Vic.

The other party now needs my help and knows the special nature of my bloodline. Helping me now would leave me with a great favor.

But then Evan turned his head and thought for a moment.

"Wait! What if this guy forces me to sign some kind of contract or plants some kind of curse while I'm weak?"

"One should always be wary of others!"

"Well... then I'll have to trouble Dr. Armitage again."

"You suffer, sir, and give the students another turn!"

After considering the promotion, Evan recalled his state last night after the foggy encephalopathy suddenly failed.

"In other words, those special mental states should not be too high. If they are too high, it is easy to fall into a unique state of paranoia."

"I didn't feel much when I was 60% full before, but it seems that this stuff is also a case of quantitative change leading to qualitative change."

"Subsequently, due to the failure of the characteristic, my self-awareness suddenly increased to 70%, and I immediately became a state where I felt that I was very annoying."

Upon reflection, it was a state of complete self-centeredness, utter disregard for the feelings of others, and absolute arrogance and narcissism.

"An overly strong sense of self leads to a significant neglect of other cognitive aspects."

"No wonder the drug I took before was called the 'Venom of Arrogance'."

"You can eat more of those foods that promote affinity and resistance in the future, but you must be careful about things that affect your mental state."

"60%...that's a relatively safe limit."

While I was thinking, the tram had already arrived at the school gate.

Just after the morning classes ended, Evan received an invitation from Professor Byron.

It's time to unleash the magic potion on the road.

You reversed the side effects of the Penetrating Potion.

Your digestive ability has been improved, and your constitution has been permanently increased by 0.07.

[Your blood quality will permanently improve by 4%]

"Tsk tsk, even a mid-level potion is still too weak when taken orally."

With that thought in mind, Evan went to that office again, where Byron was still fiddling with that notebook with the black sun on it.

Then, as usual, I used the foggy brain fog to cover my thoughts and fell into a daze.

Byron nodded with great satisfaction, then strode over and woke Evan.

This time, Ivan instinctively showed a hint of confused wariness: "Professor Byron? Is there some kind of magical ritual here?"

"Why do I feel so dazed and confused every time I walk in and open the door these past few times?"

Byron smiled slightly and said, "Perhaps you are too nervous and have too much fear of drug trials."

"If you don't believe me, try exiting and re-entering; you won't have this problem."

Evan went back in twice to make sure he wasn't feeling dizzy before sitting down with Byron.

This time, Byron didn't have Ivan continue taking his medication first, but instead extended an invitation directly.

"You should know that I also work as a senior researcher at Byron Corporation."

Evan smiled and nodded: "Of course I know, you are a recognized success story in the school."

Byron's lips curled slightly: "Byron Corporation has a new drug trial project and is recruiting trial participants from various professions."

"The Witcher profession is being emphasized, and you have a unique talent in this area. I hope you can join us."

"The entire project lasted seven days and involved a complete closed-loop testing of the drug's efficacy."

"The location is the Placo Sanatorium in the north of the city. This test is for several potions for extraordinary professions, and the prize money is very generous."

Byron leaned forward slightly, his words full of seduction.

"One hundred US dollars a day."

Ivan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table with both hands as he tentatively asked.

"When does it begin?"

Byron smiled and said, "I'm just letting you know in advance so you can make some preparations."

He paused, his voice tinged with mystery: "I hope you can keep this a secret, because it involves a lot of special benefits."

Ivan's face was full of longing: "What other benefits are there?"

Byron said mysteriously, "For example, the opportunity to smoothly enter the ranks of masters."

Ivan's eyes widened, his voice trembling slightly: "Master!?"

Byron leaned back in his chair with an air of superiority and spoke casually.

"You witchers have no markers; the end of the entire path of the extraordinary is the Master."

"You should now know that to become a master, you need to fuse three complete extraordinary characteristics."

"Only after complete integration and breakthrough of twenty points in spiritual vision can one become a master."

Evan nodded: "Yes, I know all of that."

Byron asked, "Do you know how the three characteristics of a Witcher can be integrated?"

Ivan's heart skipped a beat.

This time, he didn't try to hide it; instead, he exposed it directly.

Because he is truly smitten right now.

He had heard many times that combining traits would make one a master.

However, how to integrate them is completely unclear.

Byron continued, "Each profession has its own unique way of integrating, and these ways of integrating share some common patterns."

"However, due to their different characteristics, different fusion strategies have different details."

"This also led to the fact that the experience of each master in the process of integration was kept extremely secret, and it was all extraordinary knowledge that was priceless."

“And for our 15 common professions, there are relevant experience passed down in large families and factions.”

His voice carried an undisguised sense of superiority and contempt: "But you witchers are different; your lineage is too fragmented."

"Furthermore, due to the lack of markers, it is difficult for you to grasp the right direction during the advancement process, which makes your already complex professional characteristics even more confusing."

Ivan blinked. "What does that mean?"

Byron stood up with his hands behind his back.

"The fifteen common professions have symbolic markers, which can guide us and correct our mistakes when we advance in our careers."

"You can think of us as a ship sailing in the dark, with each of our fifteen professions having its own clear lighthouse."

“But your three professions don’t have this kind of guiding light.”

Ivan couldn't help but sigh.

Byron continued: "And because each of the fifteen regular professions has its own unique characteristics that match its talents, one can choose from."

"These are all proven and reliable routes by many predecessors, which makes our success rate in the integration process very high."

"But witchers, sorceresses, mages, especially witchers! You have yet to find any extraordinary traits that suit your profession."

"Furthermore, due to the scarcity of resources, most Witcher practitioners in the apprentice and expert stages generally use whatever extraordinary traits they can obtain."

"As a result, conflicts often arise between different extraordinary characteristics, and there are even frequent situations where one cannot integrate the three extraordinary characteristics one has mastered."

He looked at Evan and emphasized this point.

"The most classic example is that if a person possesses both the self-healing property of the Bloodthirsty race and the fire property of the demon, then there is absolutely no possibility of these two properties fusing together."

"Although both of these characteristics are magical, mastering them simultaneously will not cause any direct conflict."

"But the Bloodthirsty race belongs to the moon, and the demons belong to the sun, which makes it impossible for these two characteristics to merge under any circumstances."

Evan nodded knowingly, then immediately asked.

"Is there a conflict between the Bloodthirsty Race and the Church's copperification?"

It's clear that Evan's question at this moment was quite straightforward and without any guile.

Byron forced back the sarcasm and smugness from the corners of his mouth and spoke in a serious tone.

"The two do not conflict and can be integrated normally."

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief with genuine sincerity: "Then, Professor, how do we integrate them?"

Byron turned to look out the sunlit window.

"Dreamland".