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

Chapter 115 The Magic Potion Developed for Eating Hammers

Eight o'clock in the evening, in the western suburbs of the city.

A rather old, self-built villa stands alone on the edge of an old oak grove.

Under the cover of night, it is clear that the main structure of the house is made of wood, and the wooden planks of the exterior walls have turned gray and black from decades of wind and rain.

In some places, the paint has peeled off, making it look dilapidated.

The courtyard was surrounded by a wooden fence of the same material, some sections of which were leaning so much they were about to collapse.

Inside the courtyard walls, apart from a few gravel paths whose direction could still be barely discerned, the rest of the area was completely swallowed up by weeds.

Several large white dogs and several black cats were chasing and playing in the yard.

But these animals have an unusual rule: they only move within the enclosure and never cross the boundary.

It doesn't bark randomly, doesn't bark at passersby, and doesn't chase stray cats on the street.

It's as if someone taught them what discipline is.

Just then, a dark shadow flashed across the night sky.

It was extremely fast, accompanied by a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

The cats and dogs stopped moving at the same time.

The cat's pupils contracted to a vertical line, and the dog's nose twitched wildly as it tried to pinpoint the intruder's location.

After confirming what had happened, they all rushed toward the main entrance of the villa.

The old wooden door creaked open from the inside.

A majestic inverted triangle figure squeezed out from the door frame, with shoulders nearly 1.5 meters wide and a very narrow waist.

He was wearing a faded old T-shirt, the cuffs of which were stretched taut by his thick upper arms.

It's Richard.

He swayed as he walked to the porch and looked up at the sky.

Then his expression changed from sleepiness to shock, and then from shock to admiration.

"Whoa—my God! This is spectacular! David! Long! Come and see!"

Two people ran out of the house.

He was bald, had a round face, and was very thin.

He was wearing a dark turtleneck sweater and had a string of beads around his neck, making him look like a monk.

Another square face, with a square jawline.

Wearing a leather apron stained with various dirt, she was holding a pair of pliers in her hand.

The three people stood side by side under the porch, looking up at the night sky.

Under the moonlight, a naked young man is falling from the sky.

His left arm was around a woman in a dark cloak, and his right hand was holding a strangely shaped, purplish-black corpse.

His silver hair gleamed coldly in the moonlight, making him look quite handsome at first glance.

It landed with a thud.

The entire process and his demeanor were incredibly composed and dashing.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The three of them clapped at the same time.

Richard commented: "A standard landing, knees slightly bent, center of gravity lowered, textbook level."

The bald young man nodded, his gaze sweeping over the naked man from head to toe: "Quite a formidable fortune."

The square-faced youth grinned, tilted his head, and examined the object for a couple of seconds: "It's a pity your head isn't as sharp as the teacher's."

Hill, her face flushed, jumped down from Evan's arms and glared at the three of them.

"What are you doing! Hurry up and dispose of the monster's corpse!"

"Their animalistic instincts will all vanish in a moment!"

The square-faced youth immediately stopped smiling, quickly ran over, took the ghoul's corpse from Ivan, and turned to disappear quickly in the direction behind the villa.

"Senior brother!"

When Evan saw Richard, he grinned.

Richard walked over, a satisfied smile spreading across his face, which was divided in two by the darkness and the lamplight.

He stretched out his large, fan-shaped hand and patted Ivan heavily on the shoulder.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you, Evan."

He looked Ivan up and down, now in his free state, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hill made the right choice in choosing someone to run naked in the city so openly."

"You're not a stranger, you're our brother."

Hill walked over with a smile and pointed at the bald young man.

"Come on, let me introduce you! This bald man is named Erlon Seifos."

"You can call him Old Sai, Erlong, or Long, whatever you like! He specializes in dealing with all kinds of spirits and demons; he's our psychic expert."

Evan grabbed Erlong's hand and shook it hard twice.

"Brother Erlong!"

Erlong's arm swayed as he was shaken by the force of the enthusiastic shaking, and he nodded with a smile.

"Junior brother, I've heard all about your deeds from Richard. All I can say is, well done."

Hill continued, "The square-faced guy who just went in is David Davis, our logistics manager."

"Skilled in engineering machinery, medicine making, and forging, his combat ability is relatively average, but his craftsmanship is truly excellent."

"This place is his property, and it's also our base in Bolton."

Richard put his arm around Ivan's shoulder and led him into the house.

"If you need anything in the future, you can come here to contact someone."

He sighed, his voice tinged with envy: "We don't have those flying dollar birds like capitalists; we can only run on our own two legs."

Several people walked into the house together; the room was quite spacious.

This villa was clearly a rather grand house decades ago, with a duplex hall that is five meters high and traces of carvings still remaining on the stair railings.

A few kerosene lamps were placed in various corners, their dim yellow light only enough to illuminate an area three steps away, while the rest of the space was completely shrouded in darkness.

The floorboards were old and in disrepair, and they creaked when you stepped on them.

The walls were covered in mold and moss, and in some places the wallpaper had peeled off in large pieces, revealing the blackened wooden boards underneath.

Poverty seeps out from every corner.

David, having finished disposing of the body, returned through the back door.

He walked towards Evan with a smile, chewing on something in his mouth.

"Shouldn't Hill have introduced me already?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Evan's bare upper body.

A greedy glint flashed in his eyes, and his hand reached out uncontrollably, giving Evan's pectoral muscles a pat.

"Wow! That's great! The muscle density, the fiber direction—"

Evan coughed and took half a step back: "David, I have a girl I like."

David rolled his eyes at him: "Vulgar! Do I look like that kind of person?"

"When those subtle connections between a man and a woman mesh successfully, is the sense of accomplishment that's exciting?"

"Has anyone ever experienced the unforgettable feeling of being hit in the butt by shrapnel after a bomb successfully exploded?!"

As he spoke, the expression on his face changed from infatuation to excitement.

"I've heard about your situation. I heard you not only have a high tolerance for drugs, but you're also learning to brew potions?"

"This has been a huge help! Not only do they have someone to test the drugs on me, but they can also help me with the work!"

"Ha ha ha ha----"

"Cough cough cough!"

He was laughing so hard that something he was chewing got stuck in his throat.

His face instantly turned bright red, and he clutched his neck with both hands, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

A dignified superhuman was almost killed by a piece of chewing gum.

Richard, standing to the side, was clearly used to this kind of scene.

He raised his palm, which was as big as a palm leaf fan, and slapped David precisely on the back.

boom!

The immense force knocked David to the ground.

A piece of wood fiber, about the size of a fingernail, flew out of his mouth.

Ivan stared at the thing for two seconds, and it looked increasingly familiar.

That fibrous texture, that distinctive brownish-red color—

Isn't this a hammer?

Evan instantly understood why David's face was so square.

David, catching his breath, quickly found a coarse linen garment for Evan to wear.

After all that fuss, the five members of the sect sat down around a kerosene lamp.

Since there weren't any good benches available, the group casually sat on the wooden crates.

Hill excitedly recounted Ivan's heroic performance that evening.

"You didn't see it! That demon from the Brotherhood of Secrets, one punch! Just one punch! His head was shattered!"

She twirled her delicate fist, mimicking how Ivan had swung it.

"And that snake-man! The dragon's breath directly filled his lungs; anyone else would have died on the spot! But he didn't even flinch!"

The other three were dumbfounded.

Erlong looked Evan up and down, marveling at him.

"Good lad! This is the first time I've ever seen an apprentice with such a terrifying physique."

Evan grinned and patted his stomach.

"I take several kinds of potions every day on average, and I can eat enough food for five people in one meal."

"Is it okay for me to be a little muscular?"

The four people looked at each other, all seeing the shock and disbelief in each other's eyes, but at the same time, they tacitly refrained from asking any further questions.

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

At this point in the conversation, David seemed to remember something and hurriedly took out a medicine bottle from the box behind him.

"Junior brother! Come on! Try this! Then tell me how it goes!"

Hill immediately raised his hand to stop him, saying, "What are you doing? He already drank shark and spiritual drinks today—"

Before he could finish speaking, under the watchful eyes of Richard and the other two, Ivan's nimble tongue effortlessly pried open the bottle cork with unparalleled skill and strength.

[You have consumed an unfinished Ironmouth Potion. Effects last: 12 hours.]

[Effect: During the duration of the drug's effects, it significantly strengthens the teeth, oral cavity, and trachea; Constitution +0.6.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

[Reversal progress: 4 hours.]

Evan suddenly felt as if his teeth and the entire inside of his mouth were covered with a layer of liquid metal.

The tooth enamel became incredibly hard, the gums tightened, and even the tongue looked as if it were coated with iron.

All four of them stared intently at Evan, scrutinizing him closely. Hill was the first to ask with concern.

"How are you? Tell me if you're not feeling well!"

Evan smacked his lips twice, feeling the firm texture in his mouth, and asked David.

"Senior brother, you actually developed a special potion just for chewing betel nuts?"

"What?!"

The moment those words were spoken, three pairs of eyes simultaneously fixed on David.

David's eyes widened as he felt a mixture of surprise and astonishment, and then the three hands reached out.

"Good bro! You're practically my younger brother—no! My older brother—even my uncle would do! Ahh! Don't hit me in the face—"

""

The three of them then gave David a good beating.

Hill explained while punching him, "This bastard has had this idea for a long time!"

"Our original plan was for him to further develop a 'Iron Skin Potion' based on this, to strengthen the skin's hardness and deal with situations where he might be shot repeatedly."

She gritted her teeth and cursed loudly.

"Turns out that bastard had a hidden agenda! He spent the research and development funds on how to chew betel nuts without hurting his mouth!"

"We already dealt with them after they were discovered before! We didn't expect them to still be doing it secretly!"

Ivan sat on the wooden crate watching this scene with a smile on his face.

It's clear that these four people aren't really angry.

The force of those punches and slaps was restrained; it was more like playful banter and teasing between family members.

This also made Evan realize that all four of them were in pretty good spirits.

At least in front of each other, they are completely relaxed and authentic.

Although—of the four, only Hill seems to be a normal person.

Because Erlong, who was quite serious just a moment ago, is now holding a cross and a Bible, muttering to himself.

They said they would summon David's spirit to interrogate him and see how many more secrets he was hiding about the hammer.

After a bit of commotion, David rubbed the back of his head and curiously approached Ivan.

"Your senses are that sharp?"

His voice was full of grievance at this moment.

"I tried this medicine myself before, and the changes were not obvious."

"If you don't pay close attention, you won't even know which specific part has been strengthened."

Evan opened his mouth, feeling the unbreakable sensation of his teeth biting down, and grinned as he spoke.

"I can only say that I've gained experience and developed a feel for the food."

"I haven't felt any side effects yet, but I estimate it will take a few hours."

David held Ivan's hands in both of his, his eyes filled with such sincerity that it was as if he were worshipping a god.

"Whether I can discover a new way to eat apricots depends entirely on you, my dear uncle!"