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

Then write down "sun".

Also normal.

"Then what do we put together?" he murmured to himself.

"The Knight Under the Sun's Path".

The moment I finished writing, something strange happened.

The six words on the paper swayed slightly in front of his eyes, as if he were looking at them through a layer of mist.

An invisible force acted on the ink, and the position of the characters moved on their own right before his eyes, reorganizing into a new line of words: Knight under the Sun.

Ivan hadn't reacted yet.

hula.

The entire sheet of paper turned black from the center in a way that defied the laws of physics, with the blackened edges spreading rapidly outwards, as if an invisible fire inside the paper was gnawing at the fibers.

In less than two seconds, the entire sheet of toilet paper turned into a pile of ashes, which fluttered down between his fingers.

The desktop was so clean it looked like nothing had happened.

"Wow, awesome! You can even do that?"

Ivan stared at the empty desktop for two seconds, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

The so-called "rigorous scientific worldview" on Earth was gently broken here with ink and ashes.

"But with so many mortals, these word combinations will inevitably be triggered unintentionally, and they will be corrected and burned?" Evan still had doubts.

Unfortunately, he hasn't had time to verify this yet; he still needs to review.

After confirming that what he had inherited in his dream was real, he opened his textbook and began to review the lessons for the day.

Dalton's atomic theory, Berzelius's electrochemical dualism, and the derivation of Avogadro's constant.

These were no longer difficult for him, especially after combining them with the chemical framework of the 21st century. When looking at textbooks from that era, he could even see at a glance where scientists had taken detours.

At 6:40, all the knowledge points were reviewed.

He closed the book, walked into the small washroom at the end of the corridor, and turned on the tap.

The icy water gushed out of the pipe with a clang, and he scooped up two handfuls and smeared it on his face.

I just finished wiping my face and looked up at the mirror.

Then he froze.

"Does the potion act directly on the body after digestion?"

He reached his hand up to his head and touched the outline of his skull, his expression somewhat strange.

"Why does it feel like... its head is pointy?"

The top of the skull was noticeably higher than yesterday, and the sides had also narrowed towards the center, changing the overall shape of the head from round to slightly oval.

It's not obvious, but you can feel it.

"It seems to be digesting quite quickly."

A voice carrying a light, cheerful tone sounded from behind him.

Ivan turned his head abruptly.

Hill appeared at the bathroom door at some point, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips.

But today's her is a completely different person from the Hill from last moonlit night.

Her originally long silver hair had now turned a warm gold.

Her once golden vertical pupils had turned into a normal blue, and the morning light from outside the bathroom window was reflected in her irises.

She wasn't wearing her leather armor today; she had changed into standard casual clothes.

The white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and a brown cardigan was worn over it. He paired it with beige and dark brown plaid trousers.

She wore lace-up ankle boots and a black newsboy cap, with golden hair hanging down from the brim, shimmering in the morning light.

"Then...then let me ask you, this mutation can be controlled, right?"

Ivan turned around hastily, not even bothering to wipe the water droplets from his face.

He was really in a hurry.

After all, modeling is really important!

Chapter 35: Even the extraordinary cannot do without a decent job.

Hill looked at Evan's anxious expression and was reminded of himself back then.

He then smiled and nodded: "After you've fully digested it, you can control your demon-hunting state at will. The switch is in your head."

Evan pointed to the top of his head.

"Won't it get sharper and sharper?"

Hill's expression shifted slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"You actually care about these things?"

She stepped forward, leaned closer, and carefully examined Evan's face, her blue eyes narrowing as if she were inspecting a delicate piece of porcelain.

"No hallucinations? No amnesia? No blood in the urine? No blindness? No shortness of breath?"

These questions were increasingly horrifying, yet she asked them fluently.

When Evan was scrutinized so closely by this beautiful and extraordinary girl, he instinctively took a half-step back.

It wasn't shyness, but rather the overwhelming sense of pressure emanating from them.

"Isn't this just a supernatural trait? Why are you making it sound like poison?"

Hill was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.

“You’re a monster. To ordinary people, the toxicity of Witcher’s Potion is dozens or even hundreds of times greater than that of normal poison.”

She straightened up and patted Evan on the shoulder.

"We don't need to worry about the mutations."

"After the transformation is complete, all the extraordinary characteristics can be stored away."

"The fact that your head has become pointed indicates that your body has good flexibility. It is a localized variation formed during memory fusion and is generally not permanent."

Ivan let out a sigh of relief, only then remembering the question he should ask.

"No, ma'am, how did you get in?"

Hill raised his chin smugly.

“Your dilapidated house is drafty everywhere, but I have a hundred ways to get in.”

Evan glanced at the wooden window in the bathroom, which was so thick that the water pipes would freeze and crack in winter, and silently swallowed his words.

There is absolutely no room for rebuttal.

Hill leaned against the doorframe, switching his tone back to business.

"At your digestion speed, I estimate that the transformation will be completed in another five or six days."

"Your changes will be very noticeable in the next few days."

"The internal organs will be remodeled, the body will undergo a second development, and it can grow even taller."

"So try to meet with people you know as often as possible every day."

"Otherwise, if we meet again after a few days, the change will seem abrupt and easily arouse suspicion."

Ivan's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Grow taller.

These two words held a fatal attraction for an 18-year-old, 177cm tall young man that went beyond mere extraordinary qualities.

"Okay," he readily agreed.

Then he thought of something else that was even more important.

"By the way, Master, how can I contact you if I need anything?"

Hill pulled a business card from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it over casually.

"This is my public persona."

Evan took the business card, his fingertips holding the off-white cardboard.

The business card is of good quality, with a small library logo printed in the upper right corner.

Below is a line of elegant cursive script:

Bolton Public Library Administrator: Hill von Reinhardt Adolf

Ivan twitched the corner of his mouth halfway through reading.

"So you're from the Feng family! Greetings to the young lady."

He made a half-bow gesture with great seriousness.

Hill waved his hand awkwardly after hearing this.

"Okay, okay. This style isn't fashionable anymore."

"Aristocratic status is worthless in the United States these days."

She pulled her hat brim down to hide her momentary unease.

"I'm relieved to see that you're doing well."

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the washroom.

Evan thought she would go out the door, but instead she walked quickly to the bedroom window and opened the window frame.

She flipped up as nimbly as a cat and disappeared into the morning light outside the window.

They didn't even say goodbye.