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

Chapter 118 Byron's Invitation: Free Potions and Money!

After hearing these words, Ivan felt a pang of regret.

At this moment, Ryan's face showed obvious signs of stiffness, and the smile he wore resembled that of a fake puppet.

Ryan must have eaten a lot of copper pills.

The side effects are already clearly visible in him.

My body is starting to stiffen, and my ability to control my facial expressions is rapidly declining.

As for the extent of cognitive decline, it's not apparent from outward appearance.

"Great job, Ryan!"

Ivan smiled broadly, his tone filled with genuine admiration.

"I'm so envious! Have you gotten in touch with the church?"

"Wow! That's much better than my situation."

"When I first entered the industry, I was poor for a long time."

He didn't criticize Ryan at all; in fact, he showed genuine regret.

Ryan is a good kid, considerate of his parents, and eager to learn. The two had a good relationship before.

But not everyone is so lucky to have such a cheat code as the power of nine dragons.

After making money by reaching the extraordinary level, Ryan didn't buy new clothes, go out to eat, or buy gifts for the girl he liked.

The first thing he did was buy his mother new glasses and his father new clothes.

This behavior is in line with Evan's moral standards.

Therefore, he doesn't intend to be stingy with his praise.

First, there's no need to argue at a time like this. If you can build a good relationship with him, you might be able to get some useful information out of him.

Secondly, this guy might completely lose his self-awareness at any time, and Ibn instinctively hopes that he can be happy before that happens.

It's also a way of saying goodbye to old friends.

Sure enough, after seeing the unreserved smile and envy on Ivan's face, Ryan's stiff face showed some more expression.

He said it with a hint of embarrassment.

"Don't say that! These are all gifts from the healing Father."

"Father Jasker said I had potential, and now I'm the church's liaison at the university."

At this point, he coughed, as if he had suddenly remembered something important.

"By the way, Arkham, Professor Byron is looking for you."

Ivan's heart skipped a beat, and information appeared in his mind.

Professor Byron, the one who researched the Blood Burning Potion, is a big shot in the Chemistry Department and a core R&D staff member of the Byron Group.

"What do you need me for?" Evan asked casually as he walked side by side with Ryan along the tree-lined path on campus.

Ryan thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "It seems to be related to drug testing."

"I can't say more, but I suggest you don't agree to anything lightly."

After listening, Evan smiled and patted Ryan on the shoulder.

The sensation from my palm no longer felt like normal human skin, but rather like an iron frame covered with cowhide.

"grateful!"

Led by Ryan, Evan arrived at another teaching building in the school.

This building is newer than the main building, with light gray granite exterior walls and several lines of Latin inscription above the porch.

Go up the stairs to the second floor, and at the end of the corridor, on the high-end oak door, is engraved a plaque with Professor Byron's name.

Ryan knocked on the door, and a steady voice came from inside: "Come in."

Ivan pushed open the door and walked in; his first impression was—

rich!

This office is at least fifty square meters, and upon entering, the first thing you see is a spacious reception area.

A dark brown leather sofa, a matching walnut coffee table, and an exquisite silver ashtray —

Directly in front is a row of large south-facing windows, which maximizes the natural light in the entire office.

Further inside is a spacious office area.

Behind the large, exquisite wooden desk is a wall of bookshelves, with dark wooden frames filled with all kinds of leather-bound hardcover books.

At first glance, it gives off the air of a truly wealthy person.

A man in his early forties sat behind the desk, his temples slightly gray, his hair neatly styled.

She wore a perfectly tailored white shirt over a black silk vest, with dark agate buttons on the cuffs.

He doesn't look like a scholar; he looks more like the head of a large corporation.

"Professor Byron," Evan began.

He had met Professor Byron several times, at public lectures at the university, and in the corridors of the chemistry department.

Every time I met him, he exuded a commercial aura that seemed completely out of place in academia.

Byron raised his head, his dark eyes deep and calm.

"sit."

His voice was calm and unquestionable.

Ivan sat down in the leather chair opposite him.

Byron didn't bother with pleasantries or preamble, and went straight to the point.

"Since I had Ryan call you here, I must already know you quite well."

Let's get straight to the point.

His gaze locked onto Evan's eyes.

"The potion malfunction case you handled on Saturday, right?"

Ivan nodded and said, "Yes."

"Describe the appearance of that potion in detail."

Ivan described the appearance of the mutated potion accurately.

The core is muscular, with eight teeth-covered tentacles, and the focus is on the symbol: a black sun.

After hearing this, Byron narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his deep black eyes.

"You bloodthirsty creature who took the things, have you seen anyone?"

Ivan shook his head: "No, I only saw three rather unusual bats."

Byron frowned and remained silent for a few seconds, as if there was something he just couldn't figure out.

He then changed the subject, asking, "You witchers have always had a business of testing drugs for people. Are you interested?"

Evan suppressed the urge to smile and adopted a tentative expression.

"Professor, how's the price?"

Byron leaned back in his chair, speaking casually: "Five dollars for one potion trial. You have to drink it all in front of us, cooperate with our testing, and explain in detail how you felt about the side effects."

Evan asked curiously, "No blood will be drawn?"

Byron waved his hand: "Your witchers' black blood is of no reference value."

Ivan pretended to ponder for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay."

Byron grunted in agreement, then casually took a small medicine bottle from the drawer and pushed it across the table.

"Let's begin then, my time is precious."

Ivan picked up the bottle; the liquid inside was a dark gold color, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

You have consumed an unfinished Eclipse Potion. Effects: Permanent.

[Effect: Your solar affinity is permanently increased by 2%.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

[Reversal progress: 20 hours.]

"Twenty hours. A permanent oral potion, basic level." Evan quickly analyzed in his mind.

"Eclipse Potion, Eclipse, the sun is obscured."

"Black Sun?"

His mind suddenly became more agile.

"Could it be that the Black Sun's properties are related to Byron?"

Byron, watching Evan drink the potion without changing his expression, felt a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

Evan blinked, looking as if he was carefully sensing something.

"Aside from feeling that looking at the sunlight is more pleasing to the eye, I don't feel anything else."

Byron nodded thoughtfully: "It seems your drug resistance is indeed quite good."

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He then took out a second medicine bottle from the drawer and placed it on the table.

"Do you still dare to drink it?"

Evan looked at the medicine bottle first, then looked up at Byron and asked tentatively.

"Professor—how is the money calculated?"

Upon hearing this, Byron felt a flicker of sarcasm.

Then he took out two $10 bills from his wallet and handed them over.

"Taking two potions together carries risks that are not simply doubled."

Byron's demeanor at this moment exuded the generosity of a wealthy man: "I never mistreat those who participate in drug trials, and I hope you won't disappoint me."

Ivan immediately put the twenty dollars into his pocket, then picked up the second medicine bottle and gulped it down.

[You have ingested the second stage of the Anti-Moon Potion. Effects last: 15 hours.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, you can absorb the moon's power to purify your negative status, lasting up to 3 days.]

Second-rate.】

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

[Reversal progress: 6 hours.]

【warn! ! 】

[A chain reaction has been detected between the incomplete Eclipse Potion and the second-stage Anti-Moon Potion. Terrifying side effects have occurred.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

Ivan's expression remained unchanged.

But in his heart, he was filled with predictable sneer.

"They're all cut from the same cloth, setting a trap for me right from the start."

"Solar eclipse plus reversed moon — the sun is obscured and the moon is reversed."

"The clash between the two forces within the body creates a chain reaction powerful enough to tear the spirituality of an ordinary superhuman to shreds."

"Twist!"

[Reversal progress: 30 hours.]

"How are you?"

Byron's voice was filled with curiosity and concern.

Ivan took a deep breath and made an expression that suggested he was a little uncomfortable but it wasn't a big problem.

"I felt like I was seeing some hallucinations, and I felt a little dizzy, but I can't quite put my finger on what it was."

"I haven't felt anything particularly serious yet. Due to my bloodline, the side effects of the potion take effect rather slowly."

Byron nodded. Judging from his calm reaction, he had already learned about Ivan's basic information through relevant channels.

"Yes, I know."

He put away his pen and the black notebook in his hand: "That's all for today. Let's meet again at this time tomorrow."

He then raised his head, speaking with a sharp and warning light in his eyes.

"Do not consume any other potions during this period, otherwise I have the right to reclaim the payment I gave you, as well as the cost of the two potions."

Ivan smiled and nodded: "Understood."

He then rose, bowed, and left the office with light steps.

After Evan left, Byron leaned back in his boss's chair with a satisfied look on his face.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, dividing his face into light and shadow.

At that moment, his face underwent a strange change.

Beneath the skin on both sides of the forehead, an eye emerged from the temple, breaking through the skin.

Then came the second one. The third one—

Eight eyes, of different sizes and colors, were distributed on his forehead, temples, and hairline.

Each eye rotates independently, as if each eye represents a self-awareness.

At the same time, his jawbone split in two with a screeching sound.

Each of the two halves of the face has its own lips, teeth, and tongue.

The mouth on the left opened first, its voice soft and feminine, carrying the leisurely air of an observer.

"Do you believe that the seed of a black sun can grow within his body?"

The mouth on the right remained silent for a moment, then emitted a deep, ambitious sound.

"It's not clear yet."

"But first we need to find out his background, and then we can take him under control."

"This kind of treasure can't be allowed to run around anywhere."

The left mouth chuckled: "The last guy who tried to control him is dead."

His right mouth trembled violently, and the skin on that half of his face twisted into a near-grotesque and grotesque shape.

"Don't compare me to that filthy piece of trash, Priscilla!!"

His voice was filled with anger and disgust.

"Those damned bloodthirsty creatures are nothing but a bunch of gutter worms! Trash! Wild dogs!"

It roared, and the right half of its mouth continued to expand and deform.

Upon closer inspection, the surface of the speaking tongue was densely covered with tiny, constantly moving eyes.

"One day, I will devour both the sun and the moon! I will become a true god who transcends all, and rid all fools of their existence."

The eyes on the tongues simultaneously turned towards the left side of the mouth.

"Including you!!"

The left side of the mouth chuckled.

The laughter was light and airy, as if watching a child throw a tantrum, spoken in a sarcastic tone.

"Wow, that's really going all out!"

"Then good luck!"

After leaving Byron's office, Evan and Ryan walked side by side down the corridor of the teaching building.

"What kind of work do you usually do?" Evan asked casually.

Ryan said, "It's mainly about relaying messages and running errands for the church and Professor Byron."

"Then at night, I would go on night duty with the seniors."

Hearing this, Evan felt a little relieved.

The fact that they took him on night duty shows that he's not a disposable commodity, and the church intends to use him long-term.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully.

After class and submitting my homework, I asked Professor Mons a question about two chemical equations.

After school, Evan quickly left the school and moved home.

He wrapped the two large pieces of rusted bronze in old clothes and carried them on his shoulder.

Then I took the tram and headed towards the western suburbs of the city.

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