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

“The entire research institute is quite disciplined. My rank is relatively low. My usual job is to contact various clinics and give some unfortunate people who can’t make a living a chance to change their fate.”

Upon hearing this, Ivan inwardly scoffed.

"It really is an art of speaking! Different people are saying the same thing and they can create completely opposite feelings."

If Evan didn't know, he could really have been fooled by this guy.

Even now, considering the memories of the burrowing worm and the various experiments it conducted, Ivan concluded that, in a way, what the middle-aged man said was indeed the truth.

They did develop some potions that could rid superhumans of their bestial nature, and they also developed drugs that could give ordinary humans superhuman strength without any occupational weaknesses.

Just like...

The poor old lady and her grandson.

Thinking of this, Ivan said in a gentle voice, "It seems to be a good organization. I can visit them when I have time."

The middle-aged man, who was immediately captivated, replied, "Of course, dear sir!"

"Our research institute is currently recruiting talent from all over the world. As long as you join the institute... uh... ah! Sir!?"

"My lord, spare me... ha... uh!!"

As this middle-aged man spoke with a heart full of hope for life, Ivan directly covered him with the Fog of Brain Plague and injected him with large amounts of plague and syphilis...

Then, black spots and various hideous, twisted wart-like growths began to rapidly sprout from the middle-aged man's soul...

Finally, the soul began to rapidly decay, twist, and dissipate...

No matter how much the middle-aged people struggle, it is all in vain.

In the darkness of night, Ivan watched as the middle-aged man's soul gradually turned into fragments, sliding off the suction cup and eventually dissipating into specks of light amidst the swirling snow.

The body lying on the ground stopped breathing the moment the soul dissipated.

The original plan was to simply cut open the middle-aged man's body, take away his extraordinary abilities, and then throw the corpse into the sea.

However, there are concerns that it might cause unnecessary harm to ordinary people at the bottom of society.

After all, the bestial nature of cultivators has always been a cesspool.

Evan still remembered the last time Old Alcott transformed into a beast, a large number of twisted, lustful monsters tried to crawl out of his body.

Who knows if this extraordinary corpse will mutate into a beast?

So Ivan casually grabbed the middle-aged man's corpse and stuffed it behind his back.

With a sound of bones folding, the middle-aged man's body reappeared in the rectum's storage space.

"It takes up about 70% of the entire space..."

"One cubic meter...that's quite a lot!"

After dealing with the superhuman, Evan didn't deal with Mike.

Now that Mike's backer has been dealt with, Evan believes that with Parker's current abilities and methods, dealing with Mike shouldn't be a problem.

"The Institute of Excellence...they also seem to have a related collaboration with Professor Byron."

"To quickly advance to the Grandmaster level, I need the fusion potion from Byron's place..."

"It seems that dealing with this outstanding research institute is now unavoidable."

As Evan emerged from the shadows, lost in thought, no one noticed the middle-aged man's sudden disappearance.

Just as he was about to turn back, Evan seemed to remember something, and then he turned back and continued forward, arriving at Leisa Clothing Company.

Removing his cloak and stepping out of the shadows, the foreman here recognized Evan because of what happened last time.

Knowing Ivan's current identity and after carefully examining Ivan's presentable attire, the foreman quickly stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Mr. Arkham, this way please!"

"Our boss said you are a distinguished guest of our company!"

The foreman then led Evan to the lobby, where a female receptionist led him to the second floor.

It was the same office as last time, and Aiden, the rich kid who idolized witches, immediately greeted Ivan with great enthusiasm upon his arrival.

He warmly grasped Ivan's hand, and the two sat down on the soft sofa.

"Mr. Aiden is really dedicated to working so late!"

Evan leaned back comfortably on the sofa, crossed his legs, picked up a cup of hot tea, and smiled as he spoke.

Aiden waved his hand, dismissing the reception staff, and then asked with a hint of urgency on his face.

"Mr. Arkham, has something major happened recently?"

"I recently performed that ritual about witches, and something just doesn't feel right compared to before."

"That feeling of being high above me, looking down on me, is gone!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan shook the spoon in his teacup a few times: "This is quite important intelligence."

"You should know the rules in this area."

Upon hearing that Ivan actually knew the inside story, Aiden immediately exclaimed, "I understand, I understand! What do you need?"

"A potion recipe? Cash? Or something else!?"

Evan looked up, put down his teacup, and stared at Aiden with his dark eyes, asking, "Mr. Aiden, would you mind becoming a witch?"

Upon hearing this, Aiden opened his mouth, and then a paleness appeared on his already handsome face, his eyes filled with an instinctive fear.

"Mr. Arkham, you...you suddenly brought this up?"

"I...I'm actually a normal man, I don't have any special fetishes."

It's obvious that this guy has a lot of stories to tell.

P.S.: Uh... I'm out of words today... Please vote for me!

Chapter 237: Ivan: Misfortune is dead, you become the new witch! (Seeking monthly votes)

Evan leaned back on the sofa, his eyes observing Aiden's posture. He could tell that Aiden had something to hide, his hands clasped in front of him.

"Since you study witches so much, you must know some of their secrets."

“I approve of your character, but I hope the whole situation is under control.”

"If you could become a witch, I could offer some assistance."

"If you are searching for relevant information for someone else, I do not trust or know that person, and I do not want a stranger to be qualified to become a witch."

"Because in the future, we hope to have a long-term cooperation with you."

Upon hearing this, Aiden clenched his hands together, his eyes flashing with a complex and varied light.

After remaining silent for about two or three minutes, he took a deep breath and raised his head.

"If I had the chance, and if I could pass the test, I would like to become a witch!"

The moment he said those words, Aiden's voice carried a hint of relief.

"Don't let my current wealth fool you; I have some unpleasant past experiences."

"I long to break free from my current identity and embrace a completely new life."

"This was also the core reason why I started to pursue the witch."

His tone held a deep-seated wound that even he himself was unwilling to revisit.

When he spoke of his "unbearable past," a trace of pain and gloom flashed across his handsome face.

Ivan looked Aiden into his eyes and then asked, "How can I trust your resolve?"

After a moment's hesitation, Aiden produced a drop of shimmering blood at his fingertip: "This is my spiritual blood."

Seeing this, Ivan was somewhat surprised: "You trust me that much?"

Aiden smiled after listening: "In order to cooperate with you in depth, we naturally need to conduct a lot of investigations."

"Your reputation is excellent, whether from the superhumans in the special operations team, the ordinary patients at the city hospital, or even from Miss Hearst's own words..."

"You are an honest, reliable, and trustworthy person."

"Now that you are so willing to believe in me and give me this opportunity."

"I am also willing to give equal returns and trust."

Hearing the first two places, Evan wasn't surprised, but when he heard the name Erdin, Evan raised an eyebrow.

"You still know Erdin?"

Aiden smiled and said, "You might not believe it, but she and I are distant relatives."

At this point, Aiden's tone was tinged with emotion and melancholy, and his face was filled with the feeling that "my past is full of stories."

"It's just that my life hasn't been as smooth sailing as Miss Hearst's."

Behind that seemingly casual remark, there appeared to be a great deal of unspeakable grievances and pain.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, trying to suppress the memories that were flooding back.

Ivan received Aiden's spiritual blood, then immediately set up a spiritual shield and said:

"You must strictly keep this secret today and are not allowed to tell a third party."

Aiden nodded vigorously: "I swear in the name of my ancestors!"

Evan then said, "The Witch of Misfortune is now dead, and her position is vacant."

Upon hearing this, Aiden's eyes widened immediately: "Dead...dead!?"

"The Witch of Misfortune? Is this the one I've always admired?"

Evan nodded: "Yes, every witch has her own ritual."

"If the source of this ritual dies, a new person will be selected from the ritual system to inherit the ritual and become the new witch."

"At that time you will have a new identity and go to a brand new area where eight other witches are waiting for you."

Upon hearing these words, Aiden's pupils dilated rapidly, his mouth opened wide, and he was in a state of shock and excitement.

"Haha...hahaha!"