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

Bang.

The third time.

……

Evan couldn't remember how many times he had smashed it.

When he finally stopped, he looked down.

Her entire body was splattered with dark red and black blood, and she couldn't tell which parts were hers and which were hers.

The female assistant's head and most of her neck on the ground had been smashed into a slowly writhing mass of flesh, mixed with bone fragments, brain matter, and dirt, emitting a nauseating stench.

call! !

Ivan sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

The physical exertion he had just expended by continuously striking with the stone far exceeded his expectations.

But he dared not stop.

The reason he chose such an absurd method as a forced kiss to administer the drug was because he was afraid that his female assistant would shut her mouth tightly if she noticed anything amiss.

If that happens, he'll have to find other ways to poison her, and that will waste enough time for her to regain her mobility.

So the moment he landed and regained his freedom, he put the second bottle of Blood Burning Potion in his mouth, waiting for her to lower her guard.

As it turned out, he made the right bet.

The female assistant didn't notice anything unusual; instead, she assumed that his demon-hunting traits had damaged his brain and caused sexual repression.

Ivan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It seems that Pris is nothing special after all."

He muttered to himself, expressing his mockery of Pris.

"In the same university, how could they not know that Professor Byron was researching a drug to suppress them?"

It was obvious that the female assistant had no idea about the existence of the Blood Burning Potion.

Chapter 46: Attributes Surge! Class: Demon Hunter!

Looking at the still-writhing flesh on the ground, Evan knew she was not dead.

I have no way to kill her at this stage.

But at least we defeated her!

He, who possessed no extraordinary abilities, defeated a true superhuman!

An unprecedented sense of accomplishment exploded in his chest.

And in that very instant.

His body began to convulse violently.

The excruciating pain that had been tearing at every nerve in his body began to subside at an almost unbelievable speed.

The success of the hunt led to rapid digestion.

"Ugh!!"

A strange growl rolled out of his throat.

His jet-black hair faded at a visible rate, turning from root to tip into a flawless silver-white.

His other eye, which still retained a human pupil, contracted vertically under the moonlight, turning into a golden vertical pupil.

On his clenched fist, the veins that were originally bluish-green were turning one by one into a deep, pure black.

His body grew taller again, his shoulders expanded outward, his chest thickened, and his entire body seemed to have been reshaped from the inside out.

The pointed top of Richard's head, which had previously been the subject of his complaints, began to twist and tear rapidly under the influence of some unseen force.

A few seconds later.

puff.

An incredibly sharp, thin bone spur burst out of his head.

As they struggled, a monster crawled out.

It looks like a monster's claw, with five long, sharp, metallic-looking bone spurs as its five fingers.

It resembles a skeletal spider, or more like a skeletal version of a miniature facehugger.

Within the translucent bones in the center of the palm lies a piece of black, fragmented brain tissue.

Then, everything returned to calm.

The heavy, bellows-like breathing that had been there before was gone.

Instead, a deep and long breathing rhythm was introduced.

With each inhale, his chest expands slowly and powerfully.

Each exhale felt like spitting out the fog of the entire night back to the sky.

Moonlight peeked through the clouds.

Ivan stood up and stretched his shoulders and neck.

He has reached a height of 1.81 meters, and is tall and strong.

The muscles beneath the skin are well-proportioned and firm, each one brimming with explosive power.

The cold night wind of mid-November blew across his bare chest, but he felt no chill.

Under the moonlight, their silvery-white hair flowed freely and gracefully.

A pair of golden vertical pupils emitted a faint glow in the darkness.

These eyes can not only see everything in the dark, but can even capture things that ordinary people can never see.

Around the female assistant's corpse on the ground, the dark light marks he had never seen before were now clearly visible in his field of vision.

"finally."

Evan looked down at his hands, which were covered in black and red bloodstains, and then looked up at the distant outline of lights in Bolton City under the moonlight.

"Completely digested."

His mouth stretched wide, almost reaching his ears, forming an exaggerated smile.

The smile on his face, half silver-white and half blood-red, appeared both manic and exhilarating.

"wryyyy!!"

"I'm... totally high right now!!"

An unprecedented level of enjoyment!

Unprecedented strength!

Just as Evan threw his head back and laughed, he felt a slight itch in his chest.

Looking down, he saw the claw-shaped little brain monster climbing on his bare chest.

"This little thing is quite unique."

Evan knew what it was.

During the body reconstruction process just now, he was able to clearly perceive every change.

The moment he stepped into the extraordinary realm, the Witcher class automatically detected the remaining thirteen percent of brain nerve damage in his brain and determined it to be abnormal tissue.

Thus, the extraordinary characteristics of this lineage immediately initiated the resection process, peeling the diseased brain tissue out of his cranial cavity.

What followed was a series of changes that he could not understand.

The diseased brain tissue combined with the excess parts of his proliferating and expanded skull to form the strange little guy in front of us.

This little thing has no self-awareness, only animal-level instincts, but it possesses the computational abilities that a human brain should have.

Ivan's mind can directly control it, like someone controlling a small drone with a remote control.

He extended his index finger and gently stroked the metallic-looking bone spur on the little monster.

Sharp, sturdy, and feels like finely polished cow horn.

"It seems to have incorporated some of the copper-forming properties of Copper Elixir, as well as the tenacious vitality of the Bloodthirsty Species."

Evan analyzed in a low voice.

"Now it seems that the feeling of needing to develop a brain just now was the process of my body shedding this thing."

He shook his head.

The entire cranial cavity felt incredibly refreshed.

The mental dullness that had been weighing on his mind like a dark cloud had completely disappeared.

but.

It seems like something's missing in my head.

This time, however, the lack wasn't dullness or numbness, but a strange, easygoing, almost irresponsible sense of pleasure.

It's like cutting off some of the brakes in life.

"Mental patients have broad thinking, and silly youths have a lot of fun."

Evan silently recited a phrase that had once been popular online, which seemed to suit him perfectly.

The little monster seemed to understand some kind of summons from its master.

It stopped climbing on Evan's chest, the bone spurs curling up together.

Then it simply blended into Ivan's skin.

A few seconds later, no marks were visible on his chest.

Only one slightly warm muscle hinted that the little guy was already lurking in his flesh.

"So I have three hands, and they even come with a brain!?"