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

This state continued for about two more minutes, and then the crucible emitted another notification.

"It's ready to be taken out of the pot!"

Ivan immediately picked up the crucible, turned around, and poured it into a bowl.

Then, after he put the crucible down, he found a clump of thick, greenish liquid in the bowl, which was still bubbling.

The surface of this thing was bubbling and turning, constantly emitting a smell like rotten eggs, as if something inside was decaying.

"Damn! Why is it different from what we made in Pru?"

Ivan scratched his head.

In my memory, what Pru refined was a bowl of light blue liquid. Although it was slightly viscous and clung to the sides of the bowl, it was still relatively transparent overall.

Why does this thing I refined look like a lump of green poop?

"Could it be that the potion failed because I changed my expectations?"

Ivan looked at the green blob and fell into self-doubt.

"Forget it! Let's just do it first and think about the rest later!"

Then Evan picked up the bowl and gulped it down in one go.

Although it smells a bit unpleasant, it doesn't taste like much when you put it in your mouth; it just has that bitter, herbal flavor.

[You have consumed an incomplete protective potion. Effects last: 10 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the drug's effects, it can help the user withstand the side effects equivalent to two bottles of medium-grade potions.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

Evan, who had just swallowed the potion, was filled with excitement and joy upon seeing this notification.

"Haha! It's done! It's done! I, Yi Laoba, have succeeded!"

Ivan was so excited that he danced around, and then immediately clicked the reversal button.

You reversed the side effects of the unfinished protective potion.

[Reversal progress: 60 hours.]

"what!?"

Upon seeing this time reversal, Evan's mouth, which was halfway to joy, froze, and his expression looked quite comical.

The kitten, having finished eating in the bedroom, poked its little head out from the hole in the newspaper covering it, looking at its new owner's strange expression with a puzzled expression.

"Not a buddy!!"

Ivan plopped down on the ground, feeling somewhat dreadful about life.

The longer the reversal process takes, the greater the toxicity.

A temporary effect intermediate potion only has a reversal time of twenty hours.

Three bottles of intermediate-level potions will only last for sixty hours.

This so-called protective potion can only alleviate the side effects of two intermediate potions at most.

But it requires the patient to tolerate three times the toxicity!

"Damn it! After this bottle of medicine, I still owe you a bottle of poison, right!?"

After regaining his senses, Evan muttered a complaint, rubbed his face, and took a deep breath: "It's okay, this is only the first step. Failure is zero for success."

"As long as there are enough zeros, a 1 will appear sooner or later!"

Then his thoughts shifted: "I wonder if adding a buffer would have any special effects?"

"However, the recipe that Pru gave me was the version without the buffer."

"The power of the buffer is countered by the ghoul king, and intelligent monsters seem to be much more tolerant of bestiality than humans."

As he pondered this, he prepared a new set of materials.

This time, as he placed his hands on the crucible, Ivan's expectations were the same as Pru's in his memory.

"I hope to be able to concoct a potion that contains even more of the blessings of the Ghoul God!"

Finally, following the same steps as before, a new potion was brewed ten minutes later.

However, this appearance looks even stranger, with an overall strange gray-black color.

It was sticky and looked like a lump of freshly mixed concrete, with various mortar-like particles inside.

Ivan frowned upon seeing this: "What's going on? I followed the exact same steps to replicate it, so why is the result different?"

While thinking this, his hands didn't stop; he picked up the bowl of concrete and poured it down.

[You have consumed an incomplete ghoul premium fodder. Effects last: 20 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the drug's effects, you will be recognized as one of the ghouls.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Fuck! Is this some kind of potion!?"

Upon seeing this message, Evan was so angry he almost smashed the bowl.

"I'm brewing magic potions, what the hell is this ghoul fodder?!"

At this moment, Ivan felt that his worldview had been greatly impacted.

They felt they had been tricked.

He could understand that the previous potion had deviated from expectations.

Moreover, the previous batch of concoctions were indeed magical potions, at least in the general direction.

The second one turned out to be good.

They didn't even manage to concoct a potion; they just turned the ingredients into ghoul fodder!

And it's supposed to be high-class?!

Ivan's eye kept twitching, but in the end he didn't drop the bowl in his hand.

"Twist!"

[You reversed the side effects of the unfinished ghoul premium fodder.]

[Reversal progress: 40 hours.]

Looking at the prompts on the panel, Ivan fell into a deep silence.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, Byron, now only half a body, was still wearing his well-tailored suit and striding down the snowy street.

He was dressed in a sharp suit and his bow tie was neatly tied, but now he only had half of his body, giving off an indescribable eeriness.

However, the others around him did not see him at all and walked right past him.

This essentially proves that his ability to split in two is likely an effect of his fusion properties.

This makes it impossible for ordinary people without spiritual vision to see him.

He then walked through the wall as if it were flat ground and arrived at the second floor of the apartment.

His purpose in coming here today is simple: to conduct a surprise inspection.

His informants had told him that Evan had returned safely from New Haven and had even become an expert.

Byron was surprised by the rapid pace of progress, but also felt a sense of urgency.

My previous complete confidence has now given way to some doubts.

He always felt that Evan was pretending to be stupid, deliberately playing dumb with him.

So this time he didn't tell anyone and concealed his form.

He knew there was a prophet on this street who was skilled in insight.

That prophet had great spiritual vision, but his insight was limited.

Although his current form cannot obstruct his insight.

But once the prophet could sense his presence, Ivan no longer had time to conceal his countermeasures.

"I'd like to see how you usually tinker with potions at home."

"Are you just playing dumb with me, or are you genuinely incredibly stupid?!"

Chapter 191: Byron: What am I on guard against?!

At that moment, Evan was staring blankly at the bowl containing ghoul feed when he suddenly heard Gust's voice.

“A superhuman is rapidly approaching; it’s the Master. He’s been here a few times before.”

Upon hearing Gust's hint, Ivan knew who it was.

However, he doesn't even need to pretend; he can just let things take their course.

After all, he was almost driven mad by his own stupidity in those actions.

This situation and this attitude are quite in line with his public persona.

While he was pondering, he saw Byron, with only half his body remaining, silently pass through the wall.

As soon as he entered, Byron frowned, only one arm covering his nose, which was now only half-hidden.

"what are you doing?"

Evan coughed and said, "Professor Byron, I'm making a potion."

Upon hearing this answer, Professor Byron's only eye widened slightly, and then the strange half of his body walked over.

The next second, half of his face was squeezed together, just like an extremely devout believer who saw something being ruined.

The dilapidated stove, the roaring black coal fire, the copper crucible covered in soot, and the strange smell inside that hadn't been cleaned yet.

"This bastard actually concocted such a sacred potion?!" Byron cursed inwardly.

But a master is a master after all; he has a strong ability to control his emotions.