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

"what happened?"

She propped herself up, a look of confusion on her face.

"Why is my body... not obeying my commands?"

Her pupils suddenly contracted into a vertical slit, and her entire iris turned blood red, as if some kind of rapid internal examination was being performed.

The next second, her expression suddenly changed drastically.

"damn it!"

She looked up abruptly, her eyes burning with fury.

"What did you do to me? How did I get poisoned?"

She tried to struggle to her feet, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

I felt weak all over, my muscles were relaxed, I was dizzy, and I couldn't even support myself to kneel up.

She quickly estimated in her mind: "The unknown toxin has been diluted and is not strong."

These symptoms will not last.

Given her physical condition, she should be able to gradually return to normal within 30 seconds at most.

But in that very second...

She saw Ivan get up from the ground.

The guy's face was covered in blood, and there were still fresh bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

One eye is a golden vertical pupil, and the other is a jet-black human eye.

This bizarre combination looked especially strange under the moonlight.

He walked straight toward her.

The female assistant gave a cold laugh.

"Hmph. You can't kill me."

then.

Evan straddled her limp legs, flipped over and mounted her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and lowered his head to kiss her.

! ! ?

The female assistant was completely stunned.

Her proud eyes were completely lost in that instant, followed by a glint of almost ecstatic joy in her irises.

"Haha, this guy's brain has probably been fried by the characteristics of a Witcher."

"Is it because you've been sexually repressed for too long?"

She instinctively sneered inwardly.

"You didn't kill me, but you actually kissed me?"

"Good job, good dog!"

Just as she was basking in this absurd victory.

A hot, spicy liquid poured into her mouth through the gaps between her teeth.

Ivan was prepared.

He pressed down on her chin with one hand to prevent her from closing her mouth, and then slammed his other hand into the center of her chest.

The liquid was forcibly forced into her esophagus.

The female assistant's pupils suddenly widened.

She instantly realized that this guy was pretending to be stupid!

The next second, her two upper canines instantly grew into fangs, and with a sudden turn of her head, she bit down hard on the side of Evan's neck.

Sensing something was wrong, she activated Plan B.

Vampire Blood, a secondary characteristic specifically used to create blood slaves, is a toxin naturally present in all bloodthirsty species.

She took two large gulps of blood, simultaneously injecting the filthy blood stored within her body into Evan's wound.

If she can turn this guy into her blood slave, she still has a chance to turn things around.

Even if it means that all previous research results may be wasted, and that the experimental subject's "sunshine resistance" may be completely eliminated.

She had no other choice.

The demon hunters are short-handed, and this bloodthirsty race, constantly exploited by capitalists, is in no better shape.

The unknown toxins and this guy's unknown plans gave her no time to think.

But after taking two large gulps of blood, the female assistant sensed something was wrong.

flutter.

She suddenly spat out the remaining blood from her mouth, her scarlet eyes widening to their limit.

"damn it!"

Her voice became sharp and hoarse.

"Why does your blood... smell of the Healing Church's money? And... ahhh!"

Before she could finish speaking, her entire body began to convulse violently.

Ivan straddled her, looking down at the reversal.

The two originally enormous crimson tentacles began to shrink and collapse at a visible speed, like water balloons from which blood had been drained.

Numerous red, bulging blood vessels began to appear on the skin of both sides of her shoulders, resembling a terrifying spider web.

The crimson hue characteristic of vampires was rapidly fading from her pupils.

Her exaggerated vampire fangs are shrinking back at a speed that defies the laws of physics, returning to the length of normal teeth.

All the extraordinary characteristics belonging to the Bloodthirsty Species are rapidly fading away.

Three waves of Blood Burning Potion.

A wave of energy originates from the tentacles, biting open the skin and injecting directly into the bloodstream.

One dose comes from the mouth, directly orally, mouth to mouth.

Another wave consisted of blood saturated with various drug components.

Three links and one thoroughfare, penetrating straight to the top of the head!

To Evan's surprise, it seemed that the copper oxide component also played a role.

At this point, a prompt appears on the panel.

[You have been injected with a large amount of vampire blood; effects last: 10 hours.]

[Effect: Extraordinary Trait: Base Vampirism +5%]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

[Reversal progress: 10 hours.]

Meanwhile, the female assistant felt like she was going crazy.

"Damn it! What is this thing?!"

It felt like being pulled from a dark laboratory into the midday sun.

Her blood was burning, from deep within her veins to her fingertips, from her stomach walls to her esophagus.

Even worse, she felt her ability to control her thoughts was rapidly decreasing.

It was the corruption from the curse of the Healing Church dungeon, silently devouring her sanity.

"Damn it, cough cough!"

She coughed violently, each cough producing black, bloody phlegm.

"Who are you?!"

She screamed hysterically, thirsting for blood, her body struggling incessantly.

But it's like a paralyzed patient nailed to the ground, only able to wriggle meaninglessly in the soil.

Ivan said in a hoarse, low voice, "I am your father!"

As he spoke, he rolled off his female assistant, stood up, and looked around.

His gaze fell on a large rock three steps away.

It was a piece of blue granite weighing about forty pounds, with sharp edges, which was a roadbed stone that had been overturned by a truck from a nearby abandoned factory.

Ivan walked over, bent down, and picked up the stone with both hands.

His 2.3 physique made it almost effortless for him to lift the rock.

He walked back to his female assistant.

The female assistant raised her dazed eyes and watched him lift the stone; her lips trembled slightly.

"you……"

Bang.

A stone fell.

It hit the female assistant precisely in the center of her forehead.

The sound of bones cracking was as crisp as stepping on a watermelon.

"kill……"

She managed to squeeze out an unfinished syllable from her throat.

Bang.

The second time.