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

Chapter 100 Thank you Yue Ling for the reward! It helps me make up for my shortcomings!

Seeing the prompt, Ivan remained in the same position he had just been in.

"Is this even possible?"

He blinked blankly, as if everything that had just happened was a dream.

But the lingering coolness on his fingertips and the slow expansion of his veins told him that it wasn't an illusion.

[Inferior Mythical Creature: A strand of moon spirit's hair remains in your blood. You may make the following choice.]

[1: Retaining the Moon Spirit Hair can slightly alleviate all the side effects of the basic Vampire race's extraordinary traits]

[2: The basic vampire species craves this strand of moon spirit hair to complete its evolution.]

Upon seeing this prompt, Evan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"ah?"

That "Ah" carried an almost absurd sense of surprise.

"Is this even possible?"

"Thank you so much, Boss Yueling, for the hair gift!"

He cupped his hands towards the ceiling, like a small-time streamer who had finally received a big rocket.

"Thank you, boss! You're so generous! I wish you good health and that you live forever!"

After thanking everyone for the donation, Ivan grinned happily.

"It seems I made the right move by injecting the Light Potion and Daylight Potion in advance."

He looked at his palm; the icy power was still flowing within it.

"Otherwise, when Yue Ling's hair pierced in, since I don't have any solar attribute components in my blood, I really don't know what would have happened."

As he said this, his playful smile turned into a wistful expression.

"Ignorance is bliss!"

"The power of the Nine Dragons can only reverse the side effects of the drug. If it were other methods, such as the panel we just saw, it might not be able to handle it."

"I need to be more careful about this in the future."

He then looked back at the prompts on the panel.

"Inferior mythical creature—even the lowest of the low is still a mythical creature, yet my poisonous blood couldn't even remove it with just a few broken hairs."

"The toxicity is still not comprehensive enough. I hope that after the potion is reversed, the sun's toxins will remain in my blood."

"After all, for lunar creatures, that thing is the real natural enemy."

That concludes the analysis; a more pressing choice awaits him now.

Two lines of options hover silently on the panel.

"Is that even a question?"

Ivan hardly hesitated.

"Choose option 2 without thinking."

The basic vampire species, thirsting for blood, absorbed the strands of moon spirit hair.

"Ah~"

A sigh drifted from the far distance.

The sound was distant and soothing, carrying an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Like a tired tumor, it finally sat in a wheelchair, an electric one at that.

[Basic vampire traits reverted to: Cain's thirst for blood.]

[Cain's Thirst: Greatly increases your self-healing ability, and allows you to choose one trait weakness to permanently and significantly reduce it.]

Ivan stared at the name, unable to suppress a smile any longer.

"So this is where you were waiting for me."

He looked up at the ceiling and bowed slightly in the direction of the long-gone moon.

"Sister Yueling, you're too kind! Knowing that I'm just a part-time, unreliable Bloodthirsty Seed, you immediately gave me a boost."

The panel then popped up with the next layer of options: select a trait weakness to permanently and significantly reduce it.

Without hesitation, Evan selected the Advanced Thirst for Blood.

[Cain, thirsting for blood, took full advantage of the lunar bloodline.]

[Your weakness: Advanced Thirst for Blood, revert to Basic Thirst for Blood.]

800 ml has been reduced to 100 ml.

Ivan smiled with satisfaction.

100 ml can be collected with a dozen or so mice, just like before.

Finally, the entire potion injection process for tonight is complete.

Evan let out a long sigh and leaned back to stretch his body.

He closed his eyes, feeling his new body.

Power surges deep within the bones, and the self-healing force flows like a mighty river.

The blood was so thick and heavy that it felt like liquid gold flowing through the veins.

He opened his eyes, brought up the panel, and went through all the data.

[Occupation: Witcher]

[Rank: Apprentice]

【Characteristics: Kein thirsts for blood; Copper plague】

[Constitution: 8.356→11.606]

[Spirit: 3.618→3.84]

[Vision: 1→3]

[Talent: Power of Nine Dragons]

Special Skills Panel:

[Super Healing Ability: A self-healing ability akin to immortality, but it consumes a large amount of energy.]

Blood quality: 292.5% → 561.5% (of which 50% is temporary)

[Blood toxicity: 58% → 77%]

Solar affinity: 47%

Status panel:

Silver resistance: -60%

[Reactance: -37%]

[High Blood Quality: Blood quality improved by 50%, 44 hours remaining]

Ivan clenched his fist, carefully feeling the terrifying force emanating from the muscles and fascia beneath his arm.

"Cool!"

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

His current physical condition is approaching the peak state he was in after taking the Lion Potion.

"One more extraordinary trait is needed to become an expert."

At this moment, Evan's heart was filled with anticipation. The expert rank required three extraordinary traits and 10 points of spiritual vision.

He currently possesses Cain's Thirst Blood and Copper Plague, but is missing the third trait.

Just as he was excitedly planning his next move—

The secondary brain suddenly shuddered!

The little creature crouching by the door crack was sending him alarms at an extremely high frequency.

Immediately following, the order came down forcefully.

"bend over!"

Under the control of the secondary brain, Evan's body bent over directly.

Whoosh!

A flash of cold light passed behind his head.

My keen ears picked up the buzzing sound that came from the friction between the object and the air.

If he had been even a fraction of a second later, that attack would have definitely severed his head.

In an instant, his 11.6 physique was activated at full power.

As Evan bent down, his right hand precisely grabbed the wrist holding the weapon, his palm instantly turning bronze, and he suddenly squeezed downwards with terrifying force.

quack!

With a physique of 11.6 and the grip strength enhanced by copper, he can easily twist an iron pipe into a pretzel.

But surprisingly, the other person's wrist was not broken.

The texture it exudes is also hard.

At this moment, Evan unexpectedly discovered that the texture of this metal was exactly the same as his own copper-based metal.

"Copperification?"

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to think it through, because the second attack followed.

Ivan immediately released his right hand, his whole body spun to the right, and then kicked the second attacker away.

boom!

A dull metallic clang rang out, and Evan felt as if he had kicked not a person, but a metal bucket.

Having temporarily dealt with the attacker, Ivan quickly retreated and moved closer to the window.

Only then did he have time to visit the customer lounge.

Under the hunter's gaze, four figures stood in his living room.

The door lock was intact, and the chain lock was still in place.

They seem to have gotten in through some special method.

The three people were dressed in matching outfits.

The black hard leather armor covered the neck and ankles, with each piece of armor secured with rivets at the seams, and the surface was coated with a layer of matte black lacquer.

The mask covered the area below the mouth and nose, revealing only three pairs of expressionless eyes.

The person standing in the very center is the fourth person.

A slightly short young man.

A long black trench coat, impeccably tailored with sharp, defined shoulders.

He wore a dark gray fedora with the brim pulled low, casting a shadow on half of his face under the kerosene lamplight.

The vest underneath the trench coat was made of dark red velvet, with half of a snow-white shirt peeking out from the cuffs.

He exuded an air of pride from head to toe, as if he were more expensive and richer than you.

He sneered as he watched Ivan stand steadily by the window after dodging the sneak attack.

"You lowly witchers really can't live without potions."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of superiority that seemed to seep from his very bones.

That tone of voice was typical of someone who had been waited on since childhood and considered themselves superior.

He tilted his head and looked at Evan with an almost pitying gaze.

"I'm not interested in you. Tell me, where did that witcher you met today go?"

"Be a good girl and I might spare your life."

After hearing these two sentences, Evan instantly understood.

The only witcher to have come here today is Richard.

"What do you want with my senior brother?"

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, and his sneer deepened.

"Senior brother?"

He savored it, as if he were hearing a complete joke.

"How come this kind of trashy profession hasn't disappeared yet? Forget it, my time is too precious."

"You are not worthy of understanding."

When Evan heard these words, that bright, sunny smile quickly spread across his face.

The light from the kerosene lamp shone on his profile, dividing his smile into two halves of light and shadow.

The bright half is radiant, like a friendly older brother walking towards you on a sunny day.

On the darker half, the gleaming white teeth gleamed coldly in the shadows.

"Then you can die!"

Before the last word had even finished uttering, Evan's body had already disappeared by the window.

With his physique at 11.6 and power fully unleashed, his body transformed into a whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed the 4-meter distance and arrived in front of the young man.

The young man's pupils suddenly contracted.

"So fast?!"

"Stop him!"

The black-armored guard on the left reacted very quickly.

At the same moment he gave the order, he swiftly stepped to the side and blocked the young man's path.

Ivan's fist had already turned bronze the instant it struck.

Then bring your five fingers together, turning your entire fist into a steel drill bit.

With a constitution of 11.6 and terrifying hardness after copper transformation, this thing can be considered truly beyond the professional realm.

The hand chop instantly pierced the black-armored guard's chest.

Sizzle!

The ear-piercing sound of metal being cut rang out, sending chills down one's spine.

Ivan pierced through the black-armored guard's armor in an instant, and then his palm pierced directly through the opponent's bronze chest cavity.

It pierced through the other person's body, carrying a large amount of blood mist and fragments, and also through the body of the young man behind him.

The young man's face was now contorted with extreme horror.

He felt that the insect he had just dismissed had suddenly transformed into a speeding vehicle!

A large mouthful of blood gushed out, dripping onto his expensive vest.

"What—cough cough cough!"

He couldn't understand it at all; it was simply impossible!

This is completely illogical!

This guy looks like a greenhorn who hasn't been in the business for long, yet he has such overwhelming physical abilities.

What puzzled him even more was that the Copper Protector, which he controlled with his special ability, could be a living shield that could block expert-level physical attacks!

Ziyao was like a piece of paper, easily pierced by this hothead?

"Damn it! Are we not going to sleep or not?!"

"Whose house is this?! Don't you have any manners?!"

"What are you doing in the middle of the night!"

The curses from all directions came clearly from the walls on both sides of the upper house.

The soundproofing in the apartments on Guding Street is practically nonexistent; the series of ear-piercing metallic scraping sounds just now were enough to wake up half the residents of the building.

Ivan knew that the young man was not dead.

The stab wound was half an inch off-center and did not penetrate the genitals.

He planned to try the silver key, so he wanted to leave an opening.

Moreover, judging from the life force fluctuations emanating from the other party's body, this guy also has some degree of self-healing ability.

We can't drag her here anymore!

The neighbors' curses grew louder and louder, and some had already started smashing the wall.

In another half minute, someone will push open the door and peek out.

Ivan's open hand, which had pierced the young man's chest, suddenly clenched, and his five bronze fingers precisely gripped the man's spine.

Then he turned around, carrying the bronze body pierced through his arm, along with the young man whose spine he was gripping, and rushed toward the window.

Whoosh!

The glass window, along with its wooden frame, shattered when he hit it with his shoulder.

The instant the cold wind blew in, Ivan's two turds had already stepped onto the exterior bricks of the building opposite.

He carried two jujutsu in one hand, pushed off the wall with his toes, and silently leaped onto the roof like an owl with its prey in its beak.

Two roof tiles shattered on his dung, and he sped off westward along the ridgeline of the roof at an incredible speed.

A few sleepy heads peeked out from the windows of the apartment building behind them, cursed a few times at the night sky, and then shrank back inside.

The young man, who was being held by the spine by Ivan, was in a very sorry state.

The jazz hat had long since disappeared, and blood continued to gush from the penetrating wound in his chest, congealing on his body.

"You damn bastard! I'll make you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Evan used his free left hand to deliver a powerful slap to his buttocks.

The bronze palm slapped the young man's face.

Pia!

The sound of his jaw dislocating rang out, and seven or eight white teeth, trembling with blood, flew out of his mouth, tracing an arc as they fell towards the street four stories below.