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

My ears could clearly hear the soft sound of a cigarette butt being flicked onto the edge of an ashtray in the next room.

The texture of the skin also changed.

Evan pinched his face hard with his thumbnail.

Skin enhanced by cadaveric cyst glands results in nail indentations only one-fifth the depth of normal skin.

He was even confident that his thick skin, which he now possessed in the truest sense, wouldn't bleed a drop even if a tailor's steel needle pierced it.

In addition to the leap in physical fitness.

Evan's mind raced.

His hands, along with the entire area of ​​skin below his elbows, were instantly covered with a uniform, softly glowing brass color.

This change occurs from the bottom layer of the skin outwards, rather than being a coating.

The skin on his entire arm looked as if it had been completely recast by an alchemist on the spot.

The muscle texture is still there, but the feel has turned into pure, tight metal.

Ivan raised his finger.

Each finger is as flexible as ever.

The copper-plated fingers can clench into a perfect fist, can make delicate movements like twisting a coin, and can bend and extend individually.

The flexibility is not affected in the slightest, and there is absolutely no clumsiness of metallic finish.

But he could clearly feel that the muscles and bones beneath that arm were no longer flesh and blood.

It is a brass warhammer with its own life!

Ivan held both hands up in front of his eyes.

Ding ding ding.

He tapped the forearm of his other hand a few times with the knuckles of one hand.

The crisp metallic clanging sound echoed for a few seconds in the small washroom.

"It's so solid."

He let out an uncontrollable exclamation of admiration in his heart.

The thought crossed my mind again.

The brass color on the hands faded at a fluid speed, returning to normal human skin.

next second.

His head, along with his entire neck, instantly turned the same brass color.

"The Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill, is that it?"

Evan stared at his bronze-faced reflection in the mirror and grinned.

He raised his hand and tapped his temple with one knuckle.

when!when!when!

The sound didn't feel like it was hitting a skull.

It's more like hitting a solid block of cast bronze.

Ivan then systematically tested the range and limitations of the copperization ability.

After repeated attempts, he confirmed several rules.

The first stage of copper plating can only cover two areas at the same time.

The location is calculated by region, not by volume.

The palm and forearm on one side are considered one part.

The neck and head are considered one body part.

The entire chest and upper abdomen are considered one area.

One side of the thigh and hip is considered one area.

……

And so on.

A maximum of two parts can be copperized simultaneously, and there are no conflicts between any parts.

He can even have one arm and half of his head bronzed simultaneously.

Ivan stood in front of the mirror, turning his head, neck, and entire upper body into a brass color.

The mirror reflected a strange figure with a glittering gold upper body and cheap suit pants on the lower body.

"This is fucking..."

He clicked his tongue inwardly.

"I feel so safe!!"

Chapter 72: If you're going to kill someone, you need to find a clever pretext.

After testing the copper-forming ability, nothing else happened.

He went to a restaurant and had a lavish dinner that cost at least fifty cents.

Two large portions of grilled steak with mashed potatoes, three pounds of freshly baked whole wheat bread, and a cup of warm cream soup.

After eating, he slept soundly until midnight.

Then came the night shift, so boring that he almost wanted to go to the corridor to count the brick seams, and he endured it all until seven in the morning.

After his shift ended, he returned to his room, ate another hearty breakfast, and took another nap.

Ivan's powerful mind and body allowed him to recover several times faster than the average person.

By 11 a.m., he had fully recovered and got out of bed to wash and change his clothes.

As arranged by Karp, he went downstairs at 11:30 sharp and followed the convoy to the Aletheia University stadium.

This was the first time he had used a high-end luxury item of the time: a custom-made Ford car for his bodyguards.

Evan's honest assessment was that it was far inferior to his own secondhand Wuling Hongguang (during his entrepreneurial days).

The seats are made of hard leather with no cushioning whatsoever.

Every time the wheels rolled over the seams in the cobblestone road, the entire vehicle would vibrate violently, starting from the chassis.

The engine roared so loudly that people in the front and back seats had to raise their voices to have a normal conversation.

"How about it?"

Jack, the blond bodyguard sitting next to him, crossed his legs and spoke with a boastful tone.

"Much more enjoyable than a horse-drawn carriage, right?"

Ivan nodded with a smile.

Then he immediately turned his face to the window, pretending to be curious, as if he was seeing this view for the first time.

He was afraid that if he said another word to Jack, he would uncontrollably break into a grin.

I only had my brake pads removed, so I don't care about all the formalities.

But that doesn't mean your emotional intelligence is zero.

The three books are "Emotional Intelligence", "Position", and "Prestige".

He does know a little bit about it.

……

The rest of the trip was boring and uneventful.

Evan doesn't understand rugby.

For several hours throughout the match, he was completely oblivious to what was happening on the field.

All he knew was that the game ended in a 0-0 draw.

Fans from both sides erupted in applause and cheers.

The players walked around the field hand in hand.

Neither side won.

That means both sides won.

Win-win.

His process of protecting Erdin was completely devoid of the thrilling intrigue and provocations depicted in the novel.

Miss Erdin and her entourage used the VIP entrance from the very beginning.

Private viewing boxes. Private tea break area. Private lounge.

Ivan was still only responsible for guarding the door.

Throughout the several hours of the match, he only caught a glimpse of Erdin twice during the two box-room seating changes.

They didn't exchange a single word.

The game ended at 4 PM.

After the event, he followed the convoy back to the hotel.

Yes, that's how the life of the school beauty's personal bodyguard came to an end.

Miss Erting only spent ten minutes touching up her makeup before quickly changing into another dress and rushing to the afternoon tea party at the Aletheia University Alumni Club.

The whole day went by.

Don't talk about the arrogance and pretentiousness of those who defy their superiors.

The busy aristocratic students didn't even have the time to glance at Ivan.

"Hey."