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

Chapter 112 Let Me Experience This Beautiful Death of Taking Magic Potions

When they arrived at the second-floor corridor, Evan took a quick glance at the panel while Hill was leading the way.

The bat messenger I ate for lunch has already had a surprising effect.

The content is simple: blood quality will permanently increase by 5%.

He quickly analyzed in his mind: "The messenger bat of the Bloodthirsty race carries the extraordinary components of its master in its blood."

"Could the Bloodthirsty Race that was active near that abandoned factory back then be remnants of the Pris lineage?"

"If that's the case, perhaps we can find a way to obtain some high-quality blood from the Bloodthirsty Clan to refine medicine."

"We'll have the crucible soon, and we know the method, but we haven't found any materials yet."

After all—Ms. Vampire, you don't want to become an asset of capitalists, do you?

He temporarily suppressed his wild thoughts, leaving them for later verification.

While he was thinking, Hill stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor.

She glanced back at Evan, then reached out and pushed open the door.

The moment the door opened, Evan, who was afraid of ghosts, tensed up.

A classic horror movie scene, enough to make a normal person scream in terror.

Morales is on the wall.

The person was facing the wall, with their limbs bent at angles that did not conform to the range of motion of human joints.

The knees were rotated outwards by nearly 180 degrees, and the elbows were bent in the opposite direction to those of a normal person.

The ten fingers are stuck to the wallpaper like spider legs, making it look a bit like Spider-Man at first glance.

His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even.

The body is moving, but the person is sleeping.

It crawls slowly and silently on the walls and ceiling.

With each movement, the joint emits an extremely faint sound, like the creaking sound of wet wood being bent.

It had a pencil in its mouth, the tip pointing downwards, and was drawing on the wall.

The lines in those drawings were crooked and twisted, but the content was still vaguely discernible.

A dark cave.

Deep inside the cave stood many figures, some so tall and thin they didn't look human, others so enormous they resembled abominations pieced together from several corpses.

In the center of those figures, there was a stone platform.

A person was lying on the platform.

The sound of the two pushing the door open wasn't loud, but the body pressed against the wall instantly stopped crawling.

Morales' head turned at an impossible angle.

He opened his eyes, and both eyeballs were completely white.

Without pupils, it's a classic demon's white eye.

pat!

The moment the pencil fell, he bounced off the wall.

Its entire body resembled a giant cockroach flying towards them, lunging straight at the two of them.

Hill snorted coldly, without moving an inch.

But the next second, an invisible force suddenly erupted.

boom!

Morales' body was struck head-on by the force mid-air, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the graffiti-covered wall.

"Psychic power!?"

Ivan has seen this form of power many times in the movies.

Hill nodded and stepped forward, pulling a stone from her bosom.

It's about the size of a fist, and its surface is covered with countless tiny runes.

She whispered an incantation that was difficult to hear.

brush!

The stone suddenly lit up, its dazzling light as bright as the midday sun.

The entire dimly lit bedroom was instantly illuminated, as if to banish all darkness from the room.

The moment the mutated Morais was enveloped by this light, it was as if it had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

He started screaming, his limbs twitching and twisting wildly, his back arching and slamming down, his head swinging from side to side against the wall.

Hill gave him no chance, pressing his left knee into his chest and pinning him firmly against the wall.

With practiced ease, he squeezed a drop of gray essential oil from a small bottle at his waist and precisely tapped it onto his forehead.

"Expel them!"

The moment she uttered those words, Morales, who had been struggling violently, froze in place, motionless. After about ten seconds, his breathing gradually returned to normal.

His pale eyes gradually closed, as if some monster had finally left his body.

At the same time, Ivan, who was standing behind, faintly sensed a presence in the bedroom.

He could vaguely sense something was there, but he couldn't see it at all.

"Protect him!"

Hill said something, grabbed Morales by the collar, and threw him toward Evan.

Eben instinctively stretched out his arms and caught Morales' body in his embrace.

Meanwhile, Hill had already drawn a longsword from his cloak with his right hand.

The sword has a long, narrow blade and is entirely silver-white, allowing even a lady like Hill to wield it with one hand.

When Evan saw the silvery-white light, his back instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

It was a silver sword.

Ibn instinctively took two steps back, trying to get further away from the sword.

Hill turned around and slashed his sword down in a certain direction in the room.

The sound of the blade cutting through the air was sharp and piercing, but it didn't hit anything visible.

"Where is the monster?" Evan asked, holding Morales, looking around blankly.

His demon-hunting vision was operating at full power, desperately trying to sense the entire bedroom, but he couldn't detect anything.

Hill moved nimbly around the room, dodging and slashing with incredible agility.

Ivan really wanted to help, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it at all.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

A groan came from her arms, and Morales opened his eyes.

This time, the eyes were normal, with only the bewilderment of someone just waking up from a nightmare in the brown pupils.

Then he found himself being held in the arms of a strong young man in a princess carry.

Although the face was covered by a black eye patch, the contours of the lower half of the face, the curve of the chin, and the scent emanating from the person—

He recognized who it was instantly.

"Arkham?!"

Morales' eyes widened, and he let out an incredulous, terrified scream.

Ivan was stunned when he heard this.

"No, buddy! How did you recognize me?"

Morales' voice trembled, and he instinctively squeezed his legs together and protected his chest with his hands.

"You—you smell like cheap mothballs, mixed with a strange musty odor—"

As he spoke, he cried and begged.

"Arkham—we're classmates—I—I have a girl I like—please—please let me go—"

"I will forget everything I saw today—I—I don't want to be with a man—"

Morales's brain had completely shut down at this moment.

He didn't know why he was being carried in a princess carry by a male classmate wearing an eye mask in the middle of the night.

He didn't know what had just happened; he only knew that his body was in a lot of pain and his mind was in a mess.

Especially the two thighs, which seemed to have been forcibly pried apart by some enormous force.

And Arkham's face was looking down at him at an extremely close distance.

In his mind, there was only one logic that could explain all of this.

That logic terrified him to the extreme.

Ivan's eye twitched.

He raised his right hand, palm down, and gently patted Morales's neck.

"This is all a dream!"

The precise force caused Morales' eyelids to droop, and he immediately fainted.

Suddenly, Hill's body flew towards them, as if struck by some enormous force.

Evan casually tossed Morales to the ground, then spread his arms wide and caught his fragrant senior sister in his embrace.

Hill braced himself on his shoulder and spoke urgently.

"Quick, after it! This guy is rare, worth a fortune! Much stronger than a regular border ghoul!"

Ivan steadied her, frowning as he asked, "Senior sister, I can't see it. What is it?"

Hill then came to his senses.

She quickly pulled two small medicine bottles from the leather pouch at her waist, one dark blue and the other light purple.

"Border Ghouls are special ghouls that can travel between the dream world and the material world."

She handed over two medicine bottles: "It takes seven levels of spiritual vision to see its physical form."

"This is a spiritual potion; drinking it will increase your spiritual vision by 5 points within thirty minutes."

As she spoke, she picked up the bottle of blue potion and was about to drink it.

Ivan grabbed her wrist.

"Senior Sister!"

His bright, sunny smile is irresistible.

"Leave the beautiful act of drinking magic potions to me."

Before Hill could react, he had already thrown both medicine bottles into his mouth at the same time.

quack!quack!

The sound of shattering glass echoed in his mouth a few times. He chewed up the medicine mixed with glass shards and swallowed it.

Hill's eyes widened, and after a brief silence, he spoke in a complex tone.

"Evan, you don't have to eat the bottle next time."

"This bottle is specially made and can be reused. Each bottle is worth one dollar!"

"what?"

Ivan's face, which was still trying to show off and wait for praise, instantly froze.

Two dollars!

What I just swallowed wasn't a magic potion, it was two dollars.

That's my money for two meals!

He felt his stomach cramping, because his heart ached!

[You have ingested the Shark Potion. Effects last: 30 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the potion's effects, the hunter's vision is increased by 2000%. It can actively block out unwanted, distracting scents.]

[You reversed the side effects of the shark potion. Reversal progress: 6 hours.]

[You have ingested a spiritual potion. Effects last: 30 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, Spirit Vision increases by 5 points.]

[You reversed the side effects of the spiritual potion. Reversal progress: 6 hours.]

[Warning! You have activated the power of six dragons simultaneously. Please be aware of the nine-dragon limit.]

Amidst a mix of heartache and shock, Evan sensed a significant change in the world.

His vision seemed to have been elevated to a higher level, allowing him to see beyond more obstructions and perceive things at a higher level.

The extraordinary aura that was previously completely imperceptible has now become an incredibly clear trace of the extraordinary with a normal color.

Looking around the bedroom, one could see extraordinary traces of a purplish-black color everywhere.

The walls, ceiling, and floorboards looked as if the entire room had been splattered with purplish-black paint.

The source of these odors has already rushed out of the window and is fleeing rapidly.

A blurry, semi-transparent silhouette sped through the night, racing wildly toward the north of the city.

"Did you see that?" Hill's voice came from behind.

Ivan nodded and said, "I saw it!"

"They're moving very fast! They're heading north of the city!"

Hill frowned: "You took the potion, I can't see it, so I can't locate it."

Evan grinned, supporting Hill's knees with one hand and her back with the other, and cleanly and neatly lifted her up in his arms.

"It's okay! I can run fast!"

Hill was startled by the sudden movement and instinctively put one arm around his neck to steady himself, while quickly sheathing his silver sword with the other.

To make sure Evan wasn't uncomfortable, they covered him with a bag.

How fast can it be?

Ivan had already reached the window. He stepped onto the windowsill and crouched down slightly.

"So fast!"

Whoosh!

He was ejected from the second-floor window.

A distance of more than ten meters was traversed in an instant.

His body traced an arc in the night sky before landing on the rooftops of the opposite street.

A piece of tile broke at his feet, but without pausing, he pushed off with his toes and launched himself forward again.

Rooftop, landing, catapult —

At 11.6 meters tall, running at full speed, his speed far exceeds that of any car in this era.

Hill, held in Evan's arms, felt the violent wind pressure and pressed her head and body tightly against Evan's chest.

The hood had long been blown off, and her long silver hair was flying wildly backward in the wind.

She struggled to open her eyes, which were almost closed by the wind, and watched the street and rooftops rushing past her feet at an almost absurd speed.

Shock!

She now understood how Ivan had killed the factory owner who had even troubled Richard.

This level of physical fitness is beyond what an apprentice should have.

Even the vast majority of expert-level demon hunters do not possess such terrifying physical abilities.

"I never expected this—"

"My unintentional act of kindness has led me to find such a wonderful treasure."

The wind whistled past my ears, and the scenes on both sides rushed past me.

She recalled the scene of Evan snatching the potion from her hand without hesitation.

The side effects of the shark potion are reduced vision and loss of taste for two days.

After eating it, nothing tastes good anymore, which is quite a torturous feeling.

The side effects of spiritual potions include mental distraction and sluggish reaction time.

These things aren't fatal to a Witcher, but they are certainly annoying.

After all, every potion drains one's spiritual energy.

Without even thinking, he drank it for himself.

Hill buried her face in Evan's chest, feeling the intense heat emanating from his hard, iron-like body.

"Teacher! I think I understand now."

"The good fortune you divined for me before you died—"

"Is that Ivan?"

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