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

Chapter 101 The Collapsed Factory Owner, This is a Newcomer?!

With a few thuds as the night wind blew, blood-stained broken teeth fell onto the street.

"Um?"

The blacksmith, O'Brien, who was leaning against the kerosene lamp post, turned around when he heard the noise.

"Where did that tooth come from? And it's covered in blood!"

Old Tom, the shoemaker sitting on a wooden barrel, glanced up at the roof and said casually.

"Maybe it was some naughty kid who threw it down."

He then downed half a glass of whiskey and mumbled something incoherently.

Have you noticed that there are fewer mice in the apartment lately?

Upon hearing this, Aubry immediately nodded in deep agreement.

"Hey, you know what, it's true! Before, every night when I lay down, there were all sorts of chirping noises coming from inside the walls, but these past few days it's been much quieter."

Listening to the conversation, Prey, a worker who was squatting on the steps smoking a cigarette, laughed and said, "Maybe the God of Rats is under too much pressure in middle age and can't have children anymore."

Old Tom raised his enamel mug and laughed heartily, then raised the mug to the sky in a toast.

"Homage to the damn god of rats! May he never be able to stand up again!"

"A male disease that worships the god of rats!!"

Seven or eight cups clinked together, making several dull thuds.

Under the moonlight, Ivan led the young man on a frantic run, the rooftops beneath their feet now replaced by soft mud and withered grass.

Suburban hills.

The wound on the young man's chest was still bleeding, but his vital signs were quite stable.

The elegant black trench coat was now tattered to shreds, and the high-end vest, soaked in blood, had lost its former elegance.

Ivan, still sporting that bright, sunny smile, leaned closer to the other person and asked.

"Alright, friend, now tell me, who are you?"

Although the young man was in a sorry state, the emotion most evident in his eyes was not fear, but confusion.

My understanding as a college student was completely taken aback by what I had learned from a primary school student. "Who are you?" he asked hoarsely, staring at Ivan.

"You're definitely not a novice witcher."

In that less than a minute, his brain was simultaneously planning a counterattack strategy and frantically replaying every detail of what had just happened.

There were no warning rituals, no spiritual traps, no special domains, and none of the protective measures that a proper superhuman should have in that dilapidated apartment.

It was just an ordinary apartment, the kind of place where ordinary people from the lower classes lived.

He was certain that he had not triggered any alarms the moment he entered the house.

The three bronze-clad guards' stealth abilities were proven in real combat; even the expert-level witcher failed to detect them immediately.

How did this guy discover the sneak attack?

Also, there were several empty bottles of potions in the corner of the room, with only the most basic physical isolation provided.

The extraordinary residue from the bottle's mouth had spread out of the window, and he could clearly sense it from dozens of meters away on the street. It perfectly matched all the stereotypes of a naive and inexperienced newcomer.

The other fifteen orthodox professions are generally passed down within large families and factions.

Those people received systematic and extraordinary education from a young age, and knew that empty potion bottles should be sealed in lead boxes.

They also know that a dwelling should be decorated with at least three layers of guarding rituals, and that one's spirituality should remain in a semi-activated state while sleeping.

After all, orthodox professions can obtain a wealth of valuable knowledge through the encrypted codes within each faction and family, as well as through precious human skin tomes made from materials of high rank.

The three lowly professions of Witcher, Sorceress, and Wizard, which lack their own unique symbols, do not have these resources.

Their knowledge was passed down orally from master to apprentice, resulting in a fragmented, crude, and flawed system.

That's why he dared to come here tonight with three bronze statues.

Judging from every detail of that dilapidated house, this kid is a wild, novice who has only recently received the Witcher's legacy.

Only those three newcomers who couldn't pass on the entire system could do such incredibly amateurish and stupid things.

But now?

"Is this a newbie?"

The young man clenched his remaining teeth, filled with deep regret.

Before leaving home today, he passed by St. Andrew's Church and hesitated for three seconds whether to go in and drop a five-dollar tip on the altar of Lady Luck.

In the end, he didn't go in.

To save those five dollars, he'll probably have to spend an extra two thousand tonight.

Ivan didn't give him any more time to think.

The coppery fingers tightened, and the fingers gripping his spine twisted sharply.

"I don't have much patience."

[Warning! Money is eroding your arms!]

Your arm betrayed you because of a daily wage of $100!

[Factory Contract Signing Progress: ·%——————6··%————]

Upon seeing this notification, Evan was startled.

He hurriedly looked down and saw that his hand, which he had inserted into the other person's body, was already showing signs of corrosion.

Starting from my wrist, a completely unfamiliar sensation is rapidly spreading.

He could clearly feel that his arm seemed to have developed its own consciousness and wanted to detach from his body.

The muscles are relaxing, but the joints are not responding to commands.

The entire arm resembles that of an employee who has just switched jobs, viciously stabbing his former employer in the back.

Ivan immediately made a judgment.

He clenched his fist tightly, slicing the other man's spine into several pieces before quickly withdrawing his hand.

Faced with the other party's sudden retreat, the young man's face turned pale with shock: "You can actually sense the corrosive power of money?!"

His voice was now filled with panic and shock. "Grab him! I'll give you triple pay!!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the bronze corpse that had been piercing Ivan's arm suddenly opened its eyes.

Those eyes held no human emotion, only absolute obedience to money.

Two large, bronze-colored hands gripped Evan's elbows tightly.

Faced with this situation, Ivan grinned.

"You want it? Then it's yours."

Click!

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

Ivan's entire body quickly jumped backward a large distance, and the bleeding from the broken wound on his right wrist had now stopped.

As he landed, he looked at his arm.

His skin was covered with a dense array of gold symbols, dollar signs, and eagle emblems, wriggling beneath his skin like maggots.

The entire forearm is rapidly losing its limb characteristics, becoming something akin to a living contract.

"What a bizarre method." Ivan stared at the arm with interest.

"They actually managed to use money to make my body structure rebel."

"The extraordinary ones on the golden path, judges? No, judges' methods lean towards the enforcement of laws and contracts, financiers? Factory owners?"

"Factory owner!"

"He treated my arm like a worker, paid it a wage, and made it voluntarily join his factory."

"First, we need to deal with the corruption curse!"

The copper epidemic has struck again.

The deep, intricate lines on his body, the tombstone, the skull, the tattered flag, the starry sky of the post-apocalyptic cemetery —

He was awakened directly by Evan, and the movement started from his chest and moved towards his right arm.

Soon, plague and money clashed fiercely beneath the skin.

Fortunately, the battlefield was his body.

The distorted dollar signs, under the influence of the copper-patterned markings, quickly faded, decayed, and were swallowed up.

Within seconds, the gold symbols on the surface disappeared completely.

But Ivan could sense that at a deeper level, there were still subtle traces of corrosion.

Although it wasn't completely cleaned up, it's not a problem for now.

Having resolved his physical issues, when Evan looked up, he discovered that the situation had changed; the bronze figure whose chest had been pierced had completely recovered at some point.

At the same time, four other bronze figures appeared.

At this moment, the five bronze figures stood together, protecting the young man behind them.

At this moment, the hole in the young man's chest had been filled with a layer of newly formed bronze color, and it seemed to have returned to normal.

Ivan could see that what filled the hole in the other's chest was his own fist, which he had left inside the other's body.

Within seconds, the young man's wound had completely healed.

Although his face was still somewhat pale, the anger and humiliation that had been suppressed just now immediately erupted.

I don't care who you are!

"You must die today!"

He gritted his teeth, stretched out five fingers, and waved them at the five bronze figures.

"Five times the overtime pay! Kill him!!"

The moment the command was given, the bodies of the five bronze figures underwent a dramatic change simultaneously.

Muscles swelled wildly beneath the leather armor, bones stretched with a cracking sound, and rivets at the joints were stretched so much they flew off.

The black leather armor tore and popped apart piece by piece, falling to the ground.

Within two seconds, all five bronze figures, originally of normal human size, exceeded two meters in height.

His shoulders were nearly a meter wide, and every patch of exposed skin had a dark brass color.

Then they charged simultaneously from five directions.

With a flick of his arm, Ivan's severed hand instantly grew back.

The Thirsty Bloodline's super self-healing ability demonstrated its terrifying efficiency at this moment.

"Quickly cure—the Bloodthirsty Seed?" The young man's pupils contracted.

Immediately afterward, a knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

"I remember now! You're that test subject from Priss."

He gritted his teeth, and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"No wonder!"

when!

The fist of the first bronze figure has arrived.

Evan raised his left arm, his forearm held horizontally across his chest to take the punch head-on.

The sound of copper clashing against copper echoed across the hills, deafeningly loud.

"His overall physical condition is around six, nothing to worry about." Ivan made his judgment the instant of impact.

His left hand naturally gripped the bronze figure's forearm, his five fingers tightened, and he unleashed his full 11.6 physique.

quack!

The copper-plated forearm looked like an iron pipe clamped by a hydraulic press, snapped straight in the middle.

Broken, bronze-colored bones pierced through the skin.

Ivan's right fist followed immediately.

But before the fist could land on the bronze figure, two bronze figures appeared on either side of it.

Clang! Clang!

Two heavy punches landed simultaneously on Evan's ribs.

The impact was considerable, enough to knock a bison to the ground.

But Evan's body didn't even sway.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Didn't you have any milk?"

boom!

He reached out with both hands simultaneously, one in each hand, and precisely grabbed the heads of the two bronze figures.

The ten fingers embedded themselves into the copper-plated surface of the skull, then collided violently.

Squeak!

The shrill sound of metal deformation was so sharp it made your teeth ache.

The two bronze-colored heads were squeezed and deformed between Evan's palms, eventually breaking into pieces.

Dark red liquid spurted out from the cracks, splashing all over Evan's face.

He shook the shards off his hand and kicked them, sending the third bronze figure flying backward and crashing into two dead shrubs on the hillside.

The young man in the distance watched this scene, his expression changing from anger to bewilderment and terror.

"How is this possible?"

His voice trembled.

"This is a brass security guard with five times the overtime pay, five times! Why does he look like a paper doll?"

"Just how strong is this guy? And why is his bronze transformation different from mine?"

Ivan smashed half of the fourth bronze statue's chest with another punch and was about to rush towards the young man.

But two large, bronze-colored hands grabbed his legs tightly from behind.

They were the two whose heads were smashed earlier.

Their skulls have healed under some kind of force, and their mobility has been restored.

Immediately afterwards, the third bronze figure pounced from the side and tightly gripped Evan's waist.

The three bronze figures exerted their strength simultaneously, pinning him to the spot.

They were completely oblivious to the fact that Ivan was tearing their bodies apart piece by piece.

The severed arm was still gripping his thigh tightly, and the torso that had been kicked away was still wrapping around him with the remaining half of its body.

I am not afraid of pain, I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of being maimed.

A tactic that purely trades time for resources.

"Five security guards, five times the overtime pay, and we still can't beat them?!"

Without further hesitation, the young man took advantage of the moment when Ivan was entangled by the three bronze figures and turned to run away.

The expensive calfskin shoes made a rapid rustling sound as they stepped on the dry grass.

Although several sections of his spine were crushed, the money-driven healing had put his bones back together.

Just as Evan was about to give chase, the fourth bronze figure, who had recovered, pounced from the side and grabbed his right arm.

Five bronze-colored puppets, relentlessly pursuing him, clung to his body like five plasters.

Ivan smashed a head with one punch, and it grew back in three seconds.

It broke a leg with one kick, and it reattached five seconds later.

Each time the wound heals, the young man running wildly in the distance twitches the flesh on his face.

A bronze figure had its arm broken by Ivan; the bronze-colored cut surface hissed with heat, and it healed quickly.

"Twenty dollars," the young man silently counted in his mind.

Another bronze figure's head was smashed in half by Ivan's palm strike, with skull fragments embedded in the brain tissue.

Two seconds later, the fragments were pushed out from the inside by some force, and the skull closed again.

"One hundred dollars!"

Another one had their entire arm torn off, pulled out from the shoulder joint.

"Forty dollars!"

As the young man ran, he frantically calculated the costs in his mind.

He lost a lot of money today!