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

Parker, oblivious to Ivan's gaze, continued speaking to himself.

"The entire march went very smoothly, and during the process, I could feel a special warm power gathering on me from the gazes of many fellow workers around me."

"I can clearly feel everyone's trust and recognition of me, which makes me extremely happy and proud."

"The more this happens, the more excited I become."

"Soon more workers heard about my reputation and joined in, and eventually our team exceeded two thousand people."

Even as he was in pain, a flicker of pride crossed Parker's weathered, rough face.

"The march started off smoothly, but then it was stopped by those dog police officers. Later they said it was okay to start work, and the march ended."

"It was right after the march ended that I started to feel bad."

"Although my body feels stronger than before, my mind is foggy and I feel incredibly hot all over, as if something is crawling inside me."

"I even feel like there's something wrong with my ears and eyes."

"I could hear all sorts of random noises, all kinds of whispers and mutterings."

"My eyes, which were already showing signs of presbyopia, have suddenly become incredibly sharp, as if in a dream..."

"I can even easily lift a 150-pound wooden crate with my bare hands..."

……

At this point, Parker's eyes were filled with fear: "Arkham, do I have some kind of mental illness?"

"I feel like I'm living in a hallucination! I know exactly what kind of lousy I am."

"When I was young, I fought for territory at the docks and had many hidden injuries."

"Years of smoking and drinking have significantly reduced my physical fitness; I start to get out of breath after running just a few steps."

"But in this illusion, I felt like I had become an omnipotent superman!"

As he said this, Parker clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking.

Just by listening to the sound, you can feel the immense power in those rough, large hands.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Then another coughing fit occurred, and Parker couldn't hold it in, spitting out a mouthful of thick, black phlegm.

Along with the thick phlegm, a large amount of grayish-white threads were also sprayed out.

This thing, with its indescribable toughness and stickiness, stuck directly to the floor.

Upon seeing this, Ivan's pupils dilated, his heart filled with a strange feeling, and he muttered to himself.

"Uncle Parker...you really didn't get that name for nothing!"

While Ivan was lamenting, Parker had already completely broken down.

His voice trembled, tears streamed down his face, and he covered his face with his hands: "Arkham! What is this! What is this?!"

These threads were connected to a tiny gland above his mouth, preventing his head from moving automatically.

"What exactly did I cough up...? Was it my lungs? Or my esophagus?! Or my intestines?!"

"Oh my god! This is terrifying! Help me! Help me!"

What is happening now is completely beyond Parker's comprehension.

Parker kept pleading, his body trembling, and he was on the verge of collapse.

If it were an ordinary person, they would quickly lose control and go berserk, turning into a twisted monster due to their bestial nature.

Fortunately, Parker had knowledgeable people around him.

A wisp of mist-like brain-spreading energy passed over, and Parker's shattered spirit instantly fell into an indescribable calm.

As his thoughts ceased, Parker entered a quiet, dazed state.

Ivan sighed, "People named Parker really can't live without spinning tops!"

"But everyone else wears white stockings, why are yours black?"

P.S.: I need to replenish my gold after being starved for a few days with monthly tickets.

Chapter 234: A New Profession! Gold Begins to Flow! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Evan pinched Parker's beard and looked past his yellow teeth at the silk-spitting gland in his mouth.

"The mutation process is relatively positive, and there has been no excessive loss of control."

Evan is now considered a seasoned witcher with a wealth of knowledge.

Especially after seeing the experimental data on the burrowing worms, Evan had basically concluded that...

Parker has now been implanted with some incomplete supernatural abilities, forming a special kind of modified body.

These modified individuals cannot pursue normal professions, but they possess special abilities that ordinary people do not have.

Its essence is the same as those magical synthetic beasts, only it is currently in the first stage.

In the burrowing worm experiment, Parker's current state is only in the first stage.

After completing the mutation, the burrowing worm will sew various monster limbs onto the person taking the potion, thereby amplifying the bestial effects of the potion.

Ivan reached out and pinched the jet-black silk thread: "It's quite tough, with very faint supernatural properties, similar to regular spider silk."

"It seems that the source of this batch of experiments is also related to burrowing insects."

Ivan still clearly remembers the poor old lady and her grandson from back then.

The grandson was transformed into a rat by a burrowing worm, while the grandmother at that time mutated into a spider.

With a flick of his cane, he severed the spider silk from Parker's mouth.

Ivan grabbed it from both sides, then punched it with all his might with his right fist.

In silence, Ivan realized that, with his current physical condition, he had not managed to break the spider silk.

"That's interesting!"

Then Evan's bronze palm transformed into a hand blade, severing the object with remarkable ease.

"It's similar to normal spider silk, able to withstand a lot of blunt force impacts, but it has little resistance to sharp weapons."

After determining the nature of the spider silk, Evan crouched down to examine the thick phlegm on the ground, his golden vertical pupils analyzing it precisely.

"Normal sputum has no extraordinary properties or pathological characteristics."

"This characteristic did not have any negative impact on his body."

"As his body grows stronger and undergoes mutations, his more powerful immune system is gradually expelling the tar from his lungs, which is why he is coughing so violently at this stage."

After examining the black sputum, Evan stood up and looked at the dazed Parker.

"From the description just now, Parker is currently unable to accept his own changes and believes that he is mentally unstable."

"His suddenly heightened senses of touch, hearing, and sight made him think that it was all an illusion."

As he spoke, Ivan raised his hand and placed it on Parker's neck, infusing it with a touch of spirituality.

The actual result surprised Ivan quite a bit.

"Interesting. The inside of the body is quite clean, with no signs of any animalistic rampage."

"Aside from a slight decrease in self-awareness due to the effects of the medication, all the changes are positive, with no side effects or negative consequences!"

Thinking of this, Evan stroked his chin and sat down, his mind racing.

"Why is this happening? Uncle Parker has a special constitution!?"

"Normally speaking, normal people cannot withstand bestiality. Even a small amount of magic potion or even some aura can directly cause mutation and loss of control."

"Could it be... the subconscious!?"

At this moment, Evan thought of Parker's description.

During a demonstration he led, he gained the recognition and respect of his fellow workers.

"In other words, Parker, who possesses extraordinary strength, gained the public's recognition and respect when he led a protest march."

"It was precisely this public approval and subconscious support that helped Parker survive the most dangerous stage of the mutation!"

"The people's expectations, combined with the extraordinary characteristics of the monster, converged within one person's body..."

Thinking of this, Ivan suddenly felt an indescribable shiver rise in his heart, even giving him goosebumps all over his body.

"Isn't this just the prototype of a profession?!"

Thinking about this, Ivan felt as if he had discovered a whole new world.

"Beneath a sign... there's actually room for other professions!?"

Feeling he had made a great discovery, Evan hoisted Parker onto his back, donned the Shadow Cloak, and sped toward the Anglican reception area under the Healing Church.

Ten minutes later, just as he was about to go in to look for the person, Evan found Miller standing on the side of the street, wearing a black coat and looking at the scene in the distance.

At this moment, some workers seemed to be having a dispute with the boss, and they were shouting and making a ruckus in front of a store.

Two burly men stood at the shop entrance, blocking the workers from entering and threatening them viciously.

Then the boss came out, and after discussing a few words with these people with a calm smile, the workers gradually dispersed, muttering resentfully.

"Mr. Rolf," Evan asked curiously. "What are you looking at?"

Although their last encounter was quite brief, Evan learned that Miller was a master financier.

Miller snapped out of his reverie, looked at Evan who was walking with his back to him, smiled, and said, "I'm observing the relationship between these small business owners and the working class."

"Thinking about how to further balance and punish the capitalists' tumor-like development trend through this supply and demand relationship."

Hearing this, Ivan blinked. Back on Earth, he couldn't even understand the most basic stocks, let alone these deeper concepts.

He then turned to the side, revealing some of Parker behind him, and said.

“This is an uncle of mine from the neighborhood. I’ve discovered something quite unusual about him. Could you help me contact Dr. Armitage?”

Miller immediately stopped smiling and nodded when he heard that Armitage needed to be contacted.

He then took Ivan into the Anglican Church, borrowed the phone there, and dialed Armitage.