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

He simply released the hand that was still gripping the dagger.

If Albert was merely bewitched by supernatural forces.

Out of consideration for their childhood friendship of climbing over walls together to steal apples, Evan would still try to save him.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?

Moreover, childhood is always viewed through a beautiful lens.

but.

When Evan heard Albert's roar, a roar born of utter depravity.

When this person boasts about how perfect last night was.

Ivan has already confirmed it.

This guy isn't controlled by anyone.

He did it voluntarily.

In this situation, even if Ivan kills Alcott tonight, disbands the Phoenix Brotherhood, and makes the Theosophers disappear from this city.

Albert will still hate him for the rest of his life.

Because Ivan shattered his dream of high society.

That being the case.

Then there's no need to keep it.

Blood gushed from Albert's jaw wound and the corner of his mouth at the same time.

His body twitched twice before he collapsed heavily onto the damp cobblestone pavement.

Those eyes, staring at Evan, never closed until his death.

Do not look down.

Ivan didn't even glance at it.

at the same time.

The ten hidden auras in the surrounding shadows all stirred.

Behind the corner of the factory wall, behind the bushes, in the doorway of the abandoned factory building...

One by one, figures emerged from the darkness and surrounded Ivan in the middle of the street.

"Hahahaha!"

A burst of shrill laughter erupted from one of the figures.

That's Dennis.

He had his left hand in his suit trouser pocket and a Browning semi-automatic pistol in his right, his face full of smugness.

"The indiscriminate biting of stray dogs from the lower class."

He grinned.

"That's really interesting!"

Another young man next to him laughed and chimed in.

“This stray dog ​​has been bothering us for two years. It’s time for it to die.”

A series of heavy footsteps came from behind Ivan.

He didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

One of the members of the Phoenix Brotherhood rugby team.

Thomson, who once led the bullying of Evan.

The guy was holding a long oak baseball bat with spikes all over its surface.

The tip of each spike gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.

"Stray dog".

Thomson's face wore an almost distorted excitement.

"Today I'll show you what happens when you offend the chairman."

Ivan took a deep breath.

A familiar, long-suppressed anger surged within him.

Albert does not deserve sympathy.

But he was very unhappy with the attitude and demeanor of these guys.

I never provoked them from beginning to end.

But they were relentless and used any means necessary.

They treat ordinary people like pigs and dogs, and the lower classes like weeds!

"Hahahaha!"

Ivan burst into laughter, letting out bursts of wild laughter.

His body's increased flexibility, enhanced by the B virus, allowed him to truly stretch his mouth to his ears.

Then Ivan saw him grabbing his face with both hands, his eyes wide and his teeth clenched.

"Finally, I can finally kill all of you idiots to my heart's content!!"

The group was stunned by Ivan's crazed behavior.

Just then...

His 6.1 physique endowed him with explosive power, making his entire body like a spring compressed to its limit.

Whoosh.

Ivan dashed out before anyone could react, traversing the entire street.

Ivan ignored these ordinary people who he could kill at any moment.

He knew very well that these people were just cannon fodder for Alcott.

He had only one goal: to kill the most troublesome one first!

Only by taking the enemy by surprise can you defeat them in one move!

He pushed off the wet cobblestone pavement with his toes and leaped upwards.

Three meters high.

He was like a cannonball launched by a slingshot, soaring over the red brick wall of the abandoned factory.

Bang!

A heavy, steady thud echoed from the inside of the wall.

Moonlight peeked through the clouds.

Evan landed opposite the broken window of the factory and slowly raised his head.

His hair turned from jet black to silver-white in that instant.

His pupils contracted vertically, transforming into a pair of golden vertical pupils.

In the darkness, they resembled two small lamps that had been lit.

Breathtaking!

The book will be available tomorrow at 12 noon, along with the update schedule.

It will be available tomorrow at 12 noon. First of all, thank you all for your continued support.

I wanted to say a lot, but I feel that words are still too pale.

All my gratitude and feelings are expressed in the update.

As mentioned before, there will be ten updates tomorrow, with each chapter containing approximately 4000 words, for a total of 40,000 words.

All ten chapters will be released at noon.

I'm asking for a first-day subscription. If it breaks 3000, I'll release five more chapters the next day, totaling 20,000 words.

The update plan after launch is as follows:

I guarantee at least two chapters per day, each with about 4,000 words, for a total of 8,000 words.

Two chapters will be released every day at 6 PM.

In addition, depending on my draft progress and the climax of the plot, there will be occasional bursts of 10 chapters each month.

The above is a fairly consistent update pace with the current rhythm of this book.

I dare not update this book too quickly. My previous book, "This Boss Is So Sober," was updated too quickly after it was published, with 12,000 words a day and regular bursts of updates, which caused the outline and detailed outline to fall behind the update schedule.

After reaching 150 million words, in order to maintain updates, the author made hasty and arbitrary choices at several key plot points, resulting in disjointed storylines and causing dissatisfaction among many readers, leading to a collapse in subscriptions.

When the book was finally completed, it had 26000 high-level subscriptions, 4300 average subscriptions, and less than 200 follow-up subscriptions.

This also means that even though my account is level 5, when I release a new book, I'm no different from a newbie.

I plan to keep about seven chapters of this book in reserve at all times. This will give me time to fill in any gaps, add any good ideas that come to mind, and check any plot holes or foreshadowing in a timely manner.

After summarizing the previous shortcomings and experiences, the plot of this book will be very stable.

As for the concerns some readers have about whether I can handle switching directly from the style of the previous book, which was a combination of StarCraft and Warhammer 40k, to this steampunk urban cult style.

Don't worry about that, I started out writing in this style on Qidian.

In 2015, the first book I signed with Qidian was a Cthulhu-style post-apocalyptic novel.

Back in 2018, before Qidian implemented anti-piracy measures, I wrote a high-quality novel that combined Cthulhu, steampunk, and urban cult elements.

This is my comfort zone.

Finally, thank you all for your support!