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

The price of having a sensitive sense of taste is more like an evolutionary adaptation.

A witcher who constantly has to ingest all sorts of strange-smelling and bizarre-tasting potions.

If your taste buds are as sensitive as a normal person's, then you're practically being tortured every day.

As for reproductive ability.

Evan made two subtle taps on the draft paper with the nib of his pen.

"Witchers are like those..."

His mind conjured up images of "crazy tech enthusiasts" in gyms around the world.

"People who take exogenous drugs for a long time will experience atrophy of their corresponding bodily functions."

"If you inject too much exogenous testosterone, your testicles will naturally shrink."

Once he figured out this correspondence, the entire system of Witcher side effects became logically consistent in his mind.

And just as he was thinking this, he sensed a change.

My memory became incredibly clear.

Every word Professor Mons had just spoken, every pause, and every tap of chalk on the blackboard seemed to be precisely etched into his skull.

The taste buds in my mouth became incredibly sensitive.

The lingering aftertaste of the coffee he had that morning, the metallic scent of fountain pen ink, the slightly astringent taste of chalk dust floating in the air—each flavor presented distinctly on his tongue.

And a certain physiological sensation in the lower body...

Ivan suppressed a barely suppressed laugh.

"The values ​​following this are not generalized and diluted, but rather represent specific improvements in the corresponding abilities."

He analyzed the situation rapidly in his mind.

Physical constitution and mental state are two attributes that encompass many aspects.

Normal, general improvements in physical constitution or mental state will be diluted evenly across all levels.

But things are different now.

An improvement in one specific aspect can result in a one-third increase in physical fitness compared to a normal person, as shown on the panel.

This means that his improvement in memory, taste, and reproductive ability is not just a slight increase, but a direct multiplication!

A surge! A massive surge! A crazy surge!

After all, no matter how strong one's reproductive ability is, it cannot immediately and directly affect immunity, resilience, endurance, or strength.

Even the strongest memory cannot affect reaction speed, logical thinking ability, thinking speed, or resistance to pollution.

But now, each of these two individual aspects has increased by 0.3.

This is a numerical increase in functionality without any dilution.

In gaming terms: This is a noble, independent riding area!

Ivan looked down at the numbers flashing on the panel.

He felt that he had vaguely touched the threshold of photographic memory.

Once he actively wants to etch a piece of information into his mind, it's like it's been welded on and will never fade again.

"It's cool."

"Increased fertility, super-boosted testosterone levels—this is a true eight-testicle warrior!"

He silently thought about it in his mind, and then wrote down Professor Mons' explanation about the preparation of chlorine on the draft paper without missing a single word.

[Constitution: 2.013→2.433]

[Spirit: 1.107→1.477]

"That's what you call attributes."

Ivan tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the draft paper.

In the time that followed, he studied at an efficiency that even top students could not match.

Professor Mons explained every reaction equation and the properties of every compound.

Every grammar chart displayed by the German teacher, showing the masculine, feminine, and neuter gender of every word.

Every calculus formula derived in math class.

All the information he wanted to remember seemed to be pressed into his brain by an invisible hand.

In the next class, he was like an observer with a cheat code, watching himself absorb the knowledge of this era at a speed far beyond that of ordinary people.

Chapter 42: An Invitation with Ulterior Motives

The next few days passed peacefully and smoothly.

There was nothing unusual about Professor Byron, and Ivan didn't rush to approach him.

A chemist who researches anti-vampire potions is not necessarily a good person.

Capitalists tame vampires. Chemists research ways to control vampires.

He dared not gamble on whether these two lines were connected to an ambition for immortality or something else, something darker.

At school, thanks to his soaring memory, Evan's learning progress is frighteningly fast.

He only needs an hour to get home each day to fully digest all the content, knowledge points, and exercises from that day's lessons.

I can remember key page numbers and paragraph positions after flipping through the textbook once, and I can also accurately recall the extended content that the teacher casually mentions in class.

Strangely, Priss recently took a transformation potion but didn't do anything else, not even have his blood drawn, just described his symptoms.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

The more this happened, the stranger it seemed to Evan.

So after returning home, he didn't touch the remaining two bottles of Blood Burning Potion, only drinking a diluted Conversion Potion every day.

Since the Blood Burning Potion is specifically designed to deal with vampires, it might come in very handy.

As for whether Priss came that night, Evan knew.

Hill came for the last time three days ago.

He said he was possessed by something unclean, which might be the work of Priss; he won't be able to come anytime soon.

But her senior brother has already arrived and is now hiding in the shadows, so please don't worry, Evan.

Sure enough, when he woke up the next morning, he found a note with the smell of whiskey next to his bed.

"He came by, but I chased him away. Your good senior brother, don't spend any time alone with him these next few days."

"Note from our own people: The two dollars you gave Hill smelled like urine."

Upon seeing the second item, Evan felt somewhat embarrassed.

Then it dawned on me that the hand that took the money that day seemed to have touched my rather damp crotch.

With help from others, Evan felt more at ease and continued to grow on his own.

Afterwards, as his fertility increased dramatically, testosterone was secreted in large quantities in his body, and Evan could visibly feel his muscles changing.

The weight and density of bones, as well as the fiber density of muscles, are increasing at a healthy but ferocious rate.

Every morning when he wakes up, he can see some small but real changes in the mirror.

His shoulders broadened by half an inch, his chest thickened by an inch, and his jawline became more defined.

"The first step from the greyhound to the Astartes!"

Of course, the price is...

He can really eat a lot now.

A meal that used to cost 15 cents now costs 30 cents.

Two pieces of black bread, a large bowl of bean soup, two sausages, and a glass of milk—three hours after eating them, I started to feel empty again.

The daily food expenses alone amount to nearly one dollar.

Even if he went to the docks every day to carry sacks, the meager income couldn't keep up with the appetite of his new body.

You can earn eighty cents a day, but you have to spend ninety cents on food.

His savings were quietly slipping away like sand through an hourglass.

Friday arrived quickly.

When the school bell rang, Evan slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked towards the school gate with Ryan, John, and others.

In the hallway, students chatted in twos and threes about their weekend plans and the highly anticipated rugby match the day after tomorrow.

"Arkham?"

Ivan turned his head.

Erdin stood two steps behind him.

Today she was wearing a deep purple velvet overcoat with a snow-white rabbit fur trim at the collar.

Her long, black hair was tied up with a pearl hair clip, revealing her slender neck.

Two other equally presentable girls stood behind her, but neither of them possessed the same aura as Eldin.

"Is there something you need?"

Erdin spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

"The day after tomorrow is the rugby game between our school and Aletheia University. I've made plans with some classmates to go watch it together."

"We need a reliable guy to help take care of us."

She slightly raised her chin.

"Are you interested in coming with me? I'll take care of the tickets and travel expenses."

Ryan and John behind him widened their eyes instantly.