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

Chapter 117 My butt's gone, but I have enough materials (Seeking monthly votes!)

When Evan woke up in the morning, he found that Richard, Erlon and Hill had already left early.

Only David remains.

He was still the same as always, wearing an oil-stained leather apron, holding pliers in one hand and a hammer in the other, chewing on that never-ending cane, with a sunny and cheerful smile on his face.

"I don't provide meals here," he said while chewing.

"I can't cook either."

Ivan didn't respond to that question. He walked up to David, his expression becoming more serious.

"David, from now on, I'll take care of the potion testing. I'm good at it."

He raised his hand and lightly touched the skin of David's exposed forearm with his fingertips.

David instinctively took a step back, his smile fading as he looked at Ivan, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

"It seems you were aware of the side effects."

Ivan nodded: "Lowering the skin's firmness, making it sensitive and fragile, also seems to increase its sensitivity to electrical currents."

David was taken aback: "You could even sense that? I didn't know that!"

Ivan patted his chest and said with a smile, "I told you, I'm a professional."

Then his tone became serious.

You should have already heard about my ancestors.

"Dr. Armitage said that I have strong drug resistance, and I need to drink more potions to make my blood impure enough so that my ancestors would reject it."

"So I'm not being your guinea pig; I'm saving myself."

David paused for a few seconds, slowed his chewing, and then grinned, a smile filled with genuine gratitude.

"Okay! I'll bring the medicine to you when it's ready."

After leaving the old villa, Evan took the tram and soon arrived at the McCree Detective Agency.

McCree was surprised and taken aback when he saw Ivan's outfit change from a sharp three-piece suit yesterday to a rough linen outfit.

"Oh my god! What happened to you?"

Evan sighed: "Something happened on my way home yesterday."

He sat down on a bench and steered the conversation back to business: "Boss, the matter has been investigated and clarified."

McCree immediately perked up, leaning forward: "What's the situation with Miss Adolf?"

Evan said casually, "It's nothing. She's doing detective work now, and she seems to be following someone lately."

"The wig and all that is just a disguise. I saw her yesterday wearing a hood and a mask, carrying a long sword, and she easily took down a robber. She was quite skilled."

This was the explanation he had discussed with Hill on the way yesterday.

McCree leaned back in his chair after hearing this, a look of sudden realization on his face: "I knew it. What problems could a rich girl like that have?"

He took a puff of his pipe and exhaled a cloud of grayish-white smoke.

"Speaking of which, these rich girls are really strange. They can live a peaceful life, but they insist on becoming female detectives."

"Have these people read too many novels? Do they think detectives are cool and sophisticated?"

He shook his head and took another drag.

"You did a good job, but to prevent any accidents, you'll have to take me there again today. You alone won't be convincing enough."

Evan nodded in agreement, then asked curiously, "Are there other rich girls who also like to be detectives?"

McCree chuckled. "That's quite a lot—well, not much."

It was clear that he didn't want to say more about this topic.

He stood up from his chair and tapped his pipe in the ashtray.

"Perfect timing, I need to go out right now. Can you lend me a hand?"

Ivan immediately flashed his bright, sunny smile and nodded.

"Boss—I haven't had breakfast yet."

Glug glug~

My stomach growled in perfect unison, like a hungry beast just awakened.

McCree's mouth gaped open, and the pipe in his hand hung in mid-air, almost falling to the ground.

After a few seconds of silence, he gritted his teeth and said with heartache, "I can only afford one dollar's worth."

Ivan's smile instantly blossomed like the sun.

"Boss, I knew you were a good person!"

For the rest of the day, Evan followed McCree as he ran around Bolton.

They also dealt with a few thugs who were trying to attack McCree.

In Evan's eyes, these people were no different from paper in terms of fighting ability; they could basically take down a kid with one punch, clean and efficient.

McCree was increasingly satisfied with Ivan's fighting ability, and his gaze towards him had upgraded from that of a decent bodyguard to the most worthwhile investment of his life.

That evening, Evan, who had arranged to meet Hill beforehand, cooperated by putting on a show for McCree.

The content was simple: Hill came out of a tavern, pretending that he had just finished accepting a commission.

Then a thief spotted her and crept up from behind.

Hill turned around and gave him a beating.

His movements were clean and swift, each strike aimed at a vital spot. Within three seconds, he had the thief sprawled on the ground, groaning and crying for his parents.

McCree hid in the shadows of the street corner, watching the screaming thief and the fierce blonde woman, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"I didn't expect you to be so skilled!"

Ivan lowered his voice and said, "Boss, are you interested in hiring her? I think she's quite capable."

Yesterday, he and Hill started planning their future after resigning from the library.

After a moment's thought, McCree agreed, saying, "Good idea! After all, women's wage demands are lower than men's."

The subsequent acting went very smoothly.

McCree personally confirmed that Miss Adolf was indeed a formidable character.

At 8:30 p.m., the two returned to the detective agency.

McCree sat back comfortably in his chair, puffing on his pipe, and asked Ivan.

"Arkham, can you beat that woman?"

Ivan grinned: "No problem."

McCree stood up and patted Ivan on the shoulder: "Reliable!"

"In that case, please go again tomorrow night and convey my goodwill."

"Explain the situation in detail, saying that by joining the detective agency, you can solve both problems at the same time."

"Now that she has an explanation to her parents, she can also have some legitimate source of income."

Evan gave a thumbs up: "Boss, you're really brilliant, so smart."

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"Not only did we make money and satisfy our clients, but we also gained new and capable employees."

McCree leaned back in his chair with satisfaction after hearing this, and started puffing on his pipe.

His face was full of joy and pride at receiving such respect.

It was at this moment that he heard that sunny and cheerful voice.

"Boss, I'm hungry."

pat!

This time, the pipe really did fall to the ground.

After another satisfying $1.50 meal, Evan returned to Gooding Street contentedly.

The two-day holiday was very rewarding.

I went on a mission with Hill, took two new potions, acquired new traits, and met new brothers.

It also solved my senior's future job problem.

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Back at his apartment, Evan took off his linen clothes and took a nice, relaxing shower.

"Chicken you~"

The moment I lay down on the bed, the familiar scream of the spring mattress rang out.

The sounds I hadn't heard all day sounded especially familiar now.

"Ask Hill tomorrow how much money he made on that job last night."

With a sudden thought, his consciousness sank into darkness.

After one night.

The moment Evan opened his eyes, he felt something hard and numb beneath him.

He sat up abruptly, his first instinct being to look down at his crotch.

No copper plating.

"Thank goodness, I don't need to take off my second child."

He had already prepared for the worst and even figured out how to take action.

Evan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he tried to get out of bed, he found that he couldn't get any strength in his lower body.

He hurriedly lifted the blanket and looked down.

He was shocked to discover that a large area of ​​his right buttock, extending from the gluteal peak to the root of his thigh, was completely covered in rust.

The dark green rust resembled a thick layer of moss, blending seamlessly into its own skin.

The underlying muscle tissue had completely lost its vitality, and was filled with a stiff, cold, metallic texture.

This time, the area is more than twice the size of the area last Monday.

Evan struggled to get up from the bed, his right leg completely powerless due to the lack of gluteal muscle.

After staring at the enormous rusted bronze surface for a few seconds, Ivan smiled and said in a lighthearted tone.

"What if we look on the bright side?"

"The material for the crucible is sufficient."

He gritted his teeth, his bronzed fingers piercing the boundary between the rust and normal skin, and then ripped it off violently.

Hiss!

A whole piece of rust, along with the inactive tissue beneath it, was torn off.

A piece of my buttocks was torn off, but I didn't feel much pain.

"The analgesic effect of snake venom played a crucial role!"

Duang!

The rusty bronze piece hit the floor with a dull metallic clang.

It weighs at least 17 pounds, and with the one I saved up before, the goal of 20 pounds is more than enough.

Evan turned his head and glanced at his own buttocks.

There it was at that moment a huge, exposed depression, growing rapidly.

Two seconds later, the buttocks returned to their original position.

It is smooth and full, and perfectly symmetrical to the other side.

The only consequence was that he got hungry again.

Glug glug~

The large stomach promptly proved its presence.

Afterwards, Ivan went back to his bedroom, changed into his usual old shirt and tattered jacket, went out for a sixty-cent breakfast, and then took the tram to school.

The school remained as peaceful as ever.

Evan's interpersonal relationships on campus are gradually returning to normal.

Those guys no longer dared to ignore him or bully him, and Evan was too lazy to argue with them.

After all, only a minority of students are stubborn and unable to let go of their opinions; most are like weather vanes that change with the wind. Now that the wind has shifted, they naturally change along with it.

Ivan was still sitting in his own corner of the classroom.

As soon as I sat down, a cautious voice came from beside me.

"Arkham".

Ivan turned his head and saw Morales.

Today, this guy looked a bit pale, and his energy was noticeably lower than usual.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept well all night.

Fortunately, his eyes had returned to normal, and there was no trace of any extraordinary aura left on his body.

"Cough cough."

Ivan coughed, looking somewhat embarrassed.

After all, the scene of her carrying him in her arms last night wasn't a pleasant memory for either of them.

"What's wrong?"

Morales lowered his head, his voice filled with sincerity and gratitude.

"Thank you."

Ivan paused for a moment, then asked, "Why are you thanking me?"

Morales raised his head, his brown eyes revealing a clear and calm demeanor.

"I'm not stupid, Arkham. I'm even smarter than many people."

He spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear, recounting what had happened the previous night.

"After you left yesterday, my dad came upstairs and told me some things about myself."

"About that white disc, about those dreams, about the wound on my back."

His voice was filled with relief and gratitude as he spoke: "Thank you for not turning me into a monster."

At this point, a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness appeared on his face.

"I even misunderstood you yesterday, I'm so sorry."

When Evan saw that this guy's attitude towards him had finally returned to half of what it used to be for a normal person, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't stand being stared at like that by a classmate of the same sex every day during class.

"It was just a small favor."

Morales was silent for two seconds, his eyes filled with a burning curiosity and longing.

"So—is everything written in the newspapers true?"

Upon hearing this, Ivan sighed inwardly, "This kid will be coming after by Clyde one day."

Although I felt a sense of admiration, there were some things I couldn't say casually.

"I don't know, I went to see what was going on yesterday."

Morales opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to ask more questions, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

After the morning classes ended, Morales did not bother Evan again.

He sat alone in his seat, his hand supporting his chin, looking out the window, lost in deep thought.

Ivan didn't disturb him; there were some things he needed to figure out on his own.

After lunch, Evan warmed up on the open space next to the playground, stretching, squatting, and doing several sets of push-ups.

The movements are not large, and they look no different from the regular students' exercise during breaks.

As I was doing this, a figure walked over from the edge of the playground.

Ryan! It's been two weeks.

Ivan straightened up and glanced at him.

Ryan's condition has changed significantly compared to two weeks ago.

He had become much stronger; his previous skinny appearance was gone. His shoulders were broader, and his cheeks had gained some flesh.

The previous unhealthy yellowish-green skin tone has faded, replaced by a normal, even healthy, skin tone.

But something's not right.

Evan could sense that something was missing from Ryan.

It's an expression!

Ryan's face was blank and stiff, as if his facial muscles had forgotten how to move naturally.

Although he was smiling, the smile was quite stiff, like that of a doll that had just learned to make human expressions.

"Long time no see, Arkham. How have you been?"

Ivan smiled. "Not bad. How about you?"

Ryan, somewhat excited, turned to the side and whispered, "I'm fine too! Very fine!"

"Now I finally understand why you've suddenly become so healthy and strong!"

Beneath that rigid expression, however, lay an overwhelming urge to express himself.

"Hehe—I've also crossed that line."

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Ivan didn't speak, gesturing for him to continue.

Ryan said with a hint of pride and joy in his voice.

"I've already bought my mother new glasses and my father new clothes."

"Heh heh~ Arkham, now I can also win the favor of those ladies."

"I'm just like you now!!"