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

Chapter 106 Extraordinary Trait: Wings of the Black Sun

Hearing this, Ivan's heart skipped a beat: "Mine, corpses, metal—could it be that those factory owners were using copper-plated corpses to mine?"

"Wow, have we gone straight into the era of unmanned machines?"

While Evan was lost in thought, Gray turned to Peg and said something.

"You will take a statement."

Peg nodded and turned to offer temporary reassurance to the two of them.

Gray then gestured to the woman behind the counter to open the door on the left. The woman took a key from her waistband and clicked open the door.

Behind the door was a narrow corridor with rows of tightly closed iron doors on both sides, each with a numbered bronze plaque.

Gray led Evan to the fourth door on the left, took out his key from his pocket, and pushed the door open.

A room of about forty square meters.

The four walls were covered with wooden weapon racks, stretching from the floor to the ceiling.

Various weapons were neatly stacked on the shelf.

Pistols, crossbows, daggers, chains, crosses, short swords, iron bars, barbed knuckle dusters —

There were even a few oddly shaped items that clearly did not belong to the category of conventional military equipment.

The moment Evan stepped across the threshold, the hairs on his entire body stood on end.

Survival instincts are driving me crazy!

银！

Silver is everywhere!

A silver dagger, a silver bullet, a silver cross, a silver chain!

The cold, pale metallic sheen reflected off the shelves from all sides, making Ivan feel as if he had stepped into a cage full of branding irons!

He had not yet encountered any silver objects; the nearest silver dagger was at least three meters away.

But just seeing this action was enough to make his bloodthirsty instincts go hysterical.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead and back at the same time, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his legs began to weaken.

A silver resistance of 60 is still terrifying!

"What's wrong with you?"

Gray, quite surprised to see Evan's face suddenly turn pale, asked...

Evan coughed, wiping his sweat as he spoke in a trembling voice.

"Brother Gray, one of my traits is Bloodthirst."

Gray was taken aback. He looked at the sunlight streaming in through the small window in the wall, then at Evan.

"Huh? Then why are you out in the sunlight—"

Ivan swallowed hard and said, "Stage One!"

"With proper precautions, we can manage."

Gray's expression immediately showed apology.

"Sorry! I don't know."

He quickly closed the door most of the way, leaving only a crack to let in light.

The reflection of the silverware was mostly blocked by the door panel, and the suffocating fear in Evan's chest finally subsided.

"In that case, you can't use the silver weapon blessed by the church." Gray peeked through the crack in the door.

"We can only give you conventional weapons."

After calming his breathing, Evan said, "Give me a revolver! A large caliber one, not too big for the magazine, preferably with a side-swinging cylinder that can open and close quickly to load."

Gray paused for a moment, twirling the unlit cigar between his teeth.

"What's the use of this kind of firearm? In our line of work, almost everyone has a decent self-healing method, and they're all harder to kill than the last."

Conventional weapons have very limited effectiveness against superhumans.

As he wiped his sweat, Ivan grinned and said, "It's nothing, I was just trying to scare ordinary people."

Gray didn't ask any more questions. He turned back into the room and rummaged through the silverware shelves that made Ivan's skin crawl. He quickly took out a pistol from an inconspicuous wooden box in the corner.

The gun body is dark blue, and the metal surface has a thin layer of anti-rust oil sheen.

He handed over the gun and said, "The new standard Colt revolver, .45 caliber, military-grade 7.5-inch barrel, side-swing cylinder, muzzle velocity 750 feet per second (228 meters)."

Ivan took it and weighed it in his hand.

The unloaded gun weighs just over one kilogram. The grip is covered with dark walnut wood panels on both sides, with fine wood grain and a smooth, warm finish.

The gun is brand new, the cylinder is perfectly engaged, and the trigger has a crisp and clean rebound.

Holding it in my hand, I felt a sense of calm and security.

Ivan nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very good! This one will do."

Gray smiled and locked the door, and the two walked back down the corridor.

As Gray walked, he remarked, "The Bloodthirsty trait is indeed quite useful."

"But there are indeed too many restrictions, making it feel like living like an ascetic."

Ivan sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"I had no choice! I was bitten by a Bloodthirsty Beast during the fight, so I had no other option."

Gray patted him on the shoulder, his tone tinged with admiration.

"I understand! It's normal for superhumans to be affected by their special abilities during combat; there's nothing shameful about it."

Ivan tucked the gun into his waistband, then remembered and asked, "Are there any bullets?"

Gray slapped his forehead, turned around and ran back to open the door again, and came out with two cardboard boxes in his hand.

"Fifty rounds per box, made with smokeless powder." He shoved the box into Evan's hand.

"This is all I can take. If I take more, I won't be able to explain it to my superiors."

Ivan grinned and said, "Thanks!"

The two then registered for the receipt of supplies, and Gray then took a routine note from Evan.

After everything was settled, Gray asked.

"Shall we proceed? We've already located the potion residue."

Ivan stuffed the two boxes of bullets into the bag and nodded.

"Walk."

The carriage traveled north, passing through several increasingly deserted streets, and finally left the main city of Bolton.

When the carriage finally came to a stop, Evan lifted the curtain and looked out.

Then he froze.

In front of us was an abandoned factory.

He's been to this place before.

This is the place where he deliberately led people to this abandoned factory area in order to lure Zack and his gang of Gus thugs.

That same night, the Bloodthirsty Clan slaughtered more than twenty members of the Guz Gang.

That same night, he met Hill for the first time.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed witcher stood in the moonlight and casually transferred her master's extraordinary abilities into his body with a kiss.

From that moment on, he embarked on the path of the Witcher.

"Looks like this place really is a geomantically auspicious spot," Evan muttered to himself.

On the way, Gray briefly explained the situation.

Someone is secretly brewing magic potions in the basement of this abandoned factory.

After the failed attempt to refine it, the uncontrolled bestiality created a living, breathing magical monster.

The creature first attacked a passing convoy of trucks, biting two drivers, and then killed three homeless people sleeping in a factory.

Gray has come twice in the last two days, and each time the thing hides in those dark, narrow pipes under the factory, making it impossible for them to catch up.

The last person to attempt to enter the pipe was Gray's partner.

As a result, he had barely climbed in a few meters when that thing sprayed his face with poisonous mist, causing him to be poisoned and lose control on the spot. He is currently recovering in the Healing Church's hospital.

To dig up the ground, it would require mobilizing the municipal construction team, and the budget and approval process would take at least two weeks.

The higher-ups didn't allow it to be done in a big way, demanding that it be handled discreetly and quickly.

This got Gray stuck.

After hearing this, Ivan smiled.

"I know this place very well!"

He jumped off the carriage and looked around at the surrounding terrain.

"Brother Gray, you go and block that sewage outlet to the north. I'll go in from this end and drive that stuff towards you."

"You should be able to handle it after you get out, right?"

Gray grinned, his gold tooth gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.

"Absolutely! Once we exit the pipeline and reach open ground, that's my territory."

Then he put away his smile and said seriously, "But brother, you must be careful! Don't be reckless; that thing's poisonous mist is no joke."

Ivan patted his chest and said with a bright smile.

"Don't worry! I'm a professional!"

The two then went their separate ways.

Gray's figure circled around to the north, and Evan turned around and strode into the main entrance of the abandoned factory.

The place looks even more dilapidated in the sunlight than at night.

Half of the ceiling had collapsed, and steel bars protruded from the shattered concrete like the ribs of a giant beast.

The valuables on the ground had been mostly removed, leaving only some household garbage.

Ivan activated his Demon Hunter Vision, extending his 3-level perception range forward, revealing the extraordinary traces of the entire factory to his eyes.

They're everywhere!

A thin layer of supernatural residue clung to the walls, the floor, and everywhere else.

The color is a multicolored black.

The point where all the traces converge is an iron staircase deep inside the factory leading underground.

The concentration of the extraordinary energy there was the highest, and the dark green aura was so dense that it almost solidified.

Ivan went down the rusty staircase to a basement sewage room.

The space here is small, with a low ceiling and five or six sewage pipes less than a meter in diameter running along the walls. It's pitch black inside, with no end in sight. To get in, you have to crawl on the ground. There's absolutely no room for fighting.

Ivan's demon-hunting vision quickly swept across each pipe opening.

Each opening was surrounded by numerous writhing and twisting supernatural traces.

After confirming that there was no one else around, Ivan raised his right hand.

The secondary brain emerged from his palm.

The small brass-colored thing had its middle finger held straight up, as if paying some kind of tribute to the whole world.

"Find it."

The secondary brain obeyed the order and shot into the thickest pipe directly in front of it with a whoosh, disappearing into the darkness.

At the same time, Ivan started to move.

He pulled the Colt revolver from behind his waist, flicked his wrist, and the cylinder was flung out with the force of the movement.

Ivan opened his left palm, and beneath the bronzed skin, six bullets quickly took shape.

The bullet emerged from the flesh of my palm, its outer shell a dark yellow copper, its surface engraved with familiar patterns: tombstones, skulls, and tattered flags.

Six copper bullets!

Each bullet precisely corresponds to the position of the magazine. He easily pushed it in with his palm, and the six bullets slid in with perfect accuracy.

*Snap!* The missile pods are back in place.

As the bullet left his body, Ivan immediately felt a drain of energy flowing out of him.

"About the energy from three pounds of bread and two eggs," he quickly calculated in his mind.

"Looks like I need to eat more from now on, otherwise I won't even be able to fire a gun."

A dozen seconds later, a rapid fluctuation came from the mental link of the secondary brain.

The brass-colored figure of the secondary brain rushed out of the pipe opening, moving so fast that it became a black shadow.

Less than half a meter behind it, something was rushing out of the pipe at almost the same speed.

Evan then saw what the thing looked like: a twisted, growing organism.

There is a core in the middle, about the size of two human heads.

Its texture resembles a combination of exposed muscle tissue and swollen lymphatic tissue, covered with a wet, mucous membrane, giving it a morbidly twisted appearance.

Eight tentacles extend from the core, each as thick as an adult man's wrist, and covered with densely packed tiny teeth.

In the very center of that organization was a circular pattern.

It has wavy patterns all around, like a black sun.

"Is this the product of the potion going out of control?"

Ivan licked his lips, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Putting everything else aside, you can tell just by looking at how cute she is—"

"This stuff must be quite toxic."

At this moment, the secondary brain had already landed back on Evan's shoulder.

The moment the potion monster saw Ivan, it seemed to sense danger, its entire body quickly shrinking as it turned and ran away.

At the same time, Ivan opened fire instantly.

boom!

The gunshot rang out and hit the target precisely.

Although Ivan had never fired a gun before.

But his 11.6 physique brings extraordinary strength, and his superhuman dynamic vision allows him to easily hit whatever he points at.

No experience or skills are needed; it's purely a matter of overwhelming physical attributes.

This isn't cheating; it's just that he's talented and in good form!

The bullet accurately struck the side of the monster's core.

The copper-plated warhead pierced the monster's body instantly, blasting a cavity inside filled with copper fragments.

The monster's body shuddered violently, its tentacle twitched, and then it continued running.

Then I saw the eight tentacles wriggling alternately, about to disappear into the darkness at a remarkably fast speed.

"Why are you running!"

Ivan lunged forward and grabbed the thickest tentacle with his left hand.

The moment he felt the touch, he frowned slightly.

Very smooth and moist.

The mucus film on the surface of that thing was smoother than I could have imagined, as if it had been coated with a layer of lubricant.

Even with Ivan's terrifying grip strength, he couldn't catch the tentacle, letting it slip through his fingers like water.

At the same time, the core of the demon suddenly expanded.

puff!

A thick cloud of black mist shot out from its body, covering Evan's face completely.

The mist carried a stench that sent chills down your spine, mixed with a pungent chemical irritation.

An ordinary person would die instantly from poisoning after just one puff, and that's how Gray's partner fell ill.

But Evan's reaction was unlike that of any normal person.

The moment he saw the cloud of poisonous fog rushing towards him, he didn't retreat, hold his breath, or dodge.

He moved closer.

He opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

It's like a smoker who has quit smoking for a long time finally smelling a puff of secondhand smoke.

[You have ingested the distorted, failed ashes of the Black Sun. Effect duration: permanent.]

[Effect: Your self-healing ability is enhanced, and your constitution is permanently increased by 0.001.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

You reversed the side effects of the distorted and failed Black Sun Ashes.

[You have gained a trace amount of the extraordinary trait: Wings of the Black Sun (0.001%).]