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

"Witch! Kill her!! Kill her and everything will be alright!"

……

At this moment, Aiden felt as if he had been instilled with all the malice of the world.

He struggled to maintain his composure and to face these vicious trials.

Amidst this tidal wave of malice, he gradually heard some crazed voices.

These voices seemed to be a combination of hundreds or thousands of male and female voices, creating endless echoes the moment they were uttered.

"Since you all say we are a cancer, a curse... then let us be the curse!"

"I will let the world know!"

Misfortune can be all around us, appearing in our most vulnerable moments!

"We are... the embodiment of misfortune!"

"One day, witches will become mainstream!"

"The witch's progress... needs to be accelerated!"

"Self-awareness! Gender mobility! Inhuman gender! The indescribable! Moral pinnacle! Social privilege..."

In the end, Aiden felt his mind completely assimilated, and he echoed the soul-stirring cry from among the thousands of voices.

As the sound was emitted, Aiden immediately felt countless black venomous snakes burrow into his soul, writhing and biting within it.

Countless pains filled his mind, but Aiden paid them no heed.

His past experiences of despair and pain on dimly lit beds had made him accustomed to the scene before him.

After overcoming the initial breakdown, he found his soul being reshaped!

Everything that belonged to me in the past vanished in the midst of this tearing apart.

All his spirituality, mixed with these dark, venomous snakes, transformed him into a completely new self!

He didn't know how long this process took; he only knew that he seemed to have been reborn at the spiritual molecular level.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a dark and gloomy place.

This appears to be a medieval castle, with various strange and unusual materials laid out on the table in front of it, as well as stoves for brewing potions.

A damp and musty smell lingered in the air.

The candlesticks hanging on the wall swayed slightly in the breeze, their dim light casting flickering shadows on the mottled stone walls.

"Where is this...?"

Aiden struggled to his feet and instinctively began to walk up the steps.

Just then, two young men dressed in medieval apprentice attire passed by carrying a box. Upon seeing him, they quickly bowed in greeting.

"Greetings, Lady Witch!"

Upon hearing this address, Aiden was taken aback, and then he looked down.

Her previously bony and angular hands were now symmetrical and slender, with her wrists covered by a long sleeve with a black lace trim.

Then he looked at his chest, where his previously flat chest was now bulging high, making his mysterious black robe look so alluring and enigmatic.

"Could it be..."

Just as Aiden was filled with shock and confusion, a tall and sexy figure appeared through the door that was emitting light.

Then, under Aiden's gaze, a woman stepped out of the light.

The woman was wearing a black high-necked, belted robe, and her silver-white hair was styled into a neat high ponytail.

Her fair face exuded elegance and composure, while a hint of a smile lingered in her golden, vertical pupils.

"Welcome to Twilight Rose Sanatorium, new sister."

Upon seeing this, Aiden instinctively responded with a polite tone.

"Thank you, you are..."

Just as the sound rang out, Aiden heard his own deep male voice again, now noticeably higher in pitch and more delicate in tone.

At this moment, the woman walked over with a smile and said, "Now that you've succeeded, you must have heard of me from your business partners."

Upon hearing this, Aiden's confused self-perception and consciousness were quickly corrected.

"Arkham! Yes! It's Arkham!"

"I am who I am now all thanks to Arkham's help!"

“And Arkham said that one of his senior sisters is now one of the witches!”

"And the Rhine Hunter lineage now has only one female disciple, Hill von Reinhardt Adolf!"

Thinking of this, Aiden perked up immediately: "It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Adolf."

Hill smiled and said, "That's a completely unfamiliar name to me now."

“My surname is now Reinhardt, so you can just call me Reinhardt from now on.”

"So, how should I address you?"

When Hill and Evan were checking the anchor points earlier, Evan had already given her information about Aiden.

Aiden paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "My name is Leisa Elden, you can just call me Leisa."

The moment he uttered his new name, the heavy shackles of "Peter" that had been weighing on his heart were finally broken.

An unprecedented, exhilarating feeling of complete rebirth brought a genuine, untainted smile to his blue eyes for the first time.

……

After finishing his business, Ivan didn't go straight home. Instead, he wore a cloak, carried the body, and went to the Special Operations Team.

When he took the body to the morgue, he was greeted by a tired-looking Gray.

Nowadays, Gray doesn't even feel like smoking that cigar that will never be lit.

His face was full of the tired look of a corporate slave, his eyes were sunken, and the collar of his shirt was loose and open.

"Arkham, how are you feeling?" Gray asked, his eyes drooping, as he placed the middle-aged man's body on the table for a preliminary examination.

"Hmm... he is indeed a cultivator."

As he spoke, he skillfully picked up a knife from the side and dug out the professional characteristics that resembled a sweet potato.

"Are you planning to sell them yourself, or do you want us to buy them back directly?"

With his extraordinary abilities casually placed on the table, Gray leaned back in his chair and asked, utterly dejected.

Ivan asked curiously, "How much do you charge?"

Gray said, "$1000, that's the price for a monk."

Hearing this, Ivan inwardly scoffed, "No wonder you're part of the capitalist faction, you're really ruthless!"

Back then, Alcott's trait sold for a whopping $2000 from Dr. Armitage!

As he spoke, Ivan raised his hand and picked up the extraordinary ability, saying, "Never mind then, I'll just find a channel to sell it myself."

Upon hearing that Evan was going to find his own way, Gray's eyes lit up, even though he had just been exhausted.

Then I saw him suddenly stand up, first take off his blood-stained gloves, and then put his arm around Evan's shoulder.

Then Ivan heard him lower his voice and ask:

"Brother, I have connections. I'll take the $1500 for you, how about it?"

Evan turned to look at Gray: "Dude, is your channel that profitable?"

Gray grinned: "Just a little extra for my trouble, how about it?"

After a moment's hesitation, Evan handed over the extraordinary ability directly: "Given our relationship, I still trust your older brother!"

Gray happily accepted the extraordinary ability, and just then, Evan whispered in his ear.

"Last time, I sold Little Alcott's special ability for $2000."

Gray's eye twitched, and his face, which had just been wearing a shrewd smile, froze instantly.

Evan chuckled and continued, "Making money, I understand!"

"I hope that when you get promoted in the future, you'll help out our group of witchers."

Upon hearing this, Gray immediately understood what Ivan meant and patted his chest, "You don't need to tell me that!"

"We're like brothers! I'll definitely help you out if I can!"

"I can handle anything like this in the future!"

Evan still has more than two thousand dollars in savings, although five hundred dollars is not a small amount for him.

But we can't always turn to Dr. Armitage for everything.

Unbeknownst to him, he has now become the leader of a faction, and his position has gradually returned to the level he once held on Earth, similar to that of a small business owner in a startup.

Once you reach this level, you can't just focus on the cash.

In the future, there will be many collaborations between this group of witchers and the official authorities.

Having some close core contacts is very important, whether it's for future cooperation between the two sides, getting better jobs, or knowing some internal secrets in advance.

And Gray is a very good target.

The two established a very good friendship when they first met, and I even stood up for him back then.

Gray is also quite loyal to his friends and very sensible.

Now, with interests intertwined, Evan has effectively driven a closely connected mole into the judges' faction.

Gray was overjoyed to have another extra income and insisted on treating Evan to a big meal.

Evan, of course, did not refuse. After the two finished disposing of the body, they walked out of the city police station arm in arm.

Just then, the two saw a familiar figure.

He was still wearing a casual black wool coat, with a frying pan draped over his left wrist. He wasn't wearing a hat, letting the snowflakes fall on his head, giving off a carefree and reckless vibe.

It was Dick from Xinxiang, from the Sleeping Monastic Order.