You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Elise looked at Sean's reaction and laughed secretly.

When she first met the witch, she was also surprised by her humble and elegant demeanor. At that time, she was only at the third level, while the witch was at the fifth level. However, the witch's attitude towards her was as if she was at the third level and she was at the fifth level. Iris even suspected that the witch was being sarcastic to her, but after learning the witch's name, she was no longer surprised.

Because the surname Gwynster comes from the oldest knight family in the scholarly era.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Witch." Elviri maintained her usual efficient style. After a brief greeting, she went straight to the point and handed Rant a brown paper bag, which contained Sean's physical examination report from the past few days.

Lant took it out and looked through it carefully. He found that all the data were very healthy. He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Sean, are you sure this is the examination report starting from the day after you were injured?"

Sean had slept for three days in a row and didn't know the specific situation. Elvira answered for him: "Yes, I even had someone check the equipment."

When these data came out, her first reaction was that there was something wrong with the instrument, because the actual interval between Sean's first physical examination and the time he was injured in Flores Hospital was not a whole day, but at most 8 hours. Sean used his second-level body to withstand the attack of a fifth-level puppet. How could such a serious injury heal automatically in such a short time?

Elviri thought the data was wrong.

However, the medical staff responsible for maintaining the equipment told her that everything was working fine and there was no problem.

"That's very strange." Lant frowned slightly.

Elvira and Iris both looked at Sean with meaningful smiles.

Sean looked out the window.

Don't ask, he knows nothing.

"Mr. Sean." Lant thought for a long time and asked Sean: "Do you know the external strength of your body?"

Sean didn't quite understand: "What do you mean by external intensity?"

Lant replied: "For example, have you ever cut your hand with a knife?"

"Have."

Sean thought of the milk that Chris had turned into a lump of iron.

At that time, his finger was cut by the sharp edge and bleeding, but because his mind was completely on the so-called "truth" at that time, he went to the hospital first, and then went to the black fruit rain forest, completely forgetting about it.

After Lant said this, he remembered that he didn't seem to have treated the wound. He didn't even use a Band-Aid, and he didn't even notice when the wound healed.

"Mr. Sean, do you mind if I do another little experiment?" Rant asked.

Sean: “Experiment?”

Rant picked up the fruit knife on the table.

Sean: "..."

I see. I want to give him a knife.

"Come on." Sean pointed a finger at Rant.

Rand made a light stroke.

Sean's fingertips were immediately cut, and bright red blood oozed out.

The four of them tacitly remained silent and just stared at Sean's fingers.

The hands of the clock hanging on the wall ticked away.

About half an hour later, a magical scene happened.

Without using any medical means, Sean's cut finger began to heal on its own little by little, and the healing process was extremely fast. In less than ten seconds, Sean's finger was back to normal. Iris took a tissue to wipe the blood off Sean, and there was no trace left on the fingertips, as if he had never been injured.

"Have you practiced the self-healing spell?" Elviri couldn't help but ask.

But as soon as she said this, she felt that she was naive. Sean was only at the second level. Even if he really practiced the self-healing spell, it would be impossible for him to have such visible effects.

"That's the problem," said Rant.

There are wizards who can heal themselves. He knows one, but that person is at level five, with the title of "Zombie". And based on his contact with him, the healing speed of the zombies is not as fast as Sean's - this does not refer to the total time taken to heal, but only to the process of wound healing.

The body of the living dead will begin to recover immediately after being injured, but the recovery process is relatively slow. For a wound like this one caused by a knife cutting the fingertip, it would take about thirty seconds without the use of magic, but Sean only took less than ten seconds.

The difference in blades may be a factor. After all, the physical strength of the living dead has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Ordinary knives cannot hurt them. In other words, the injuries suffered by the living dead are not minor.

But this makes Sean's body even more incredible.

The external strength of the human body is directly proportional to its self-healing ability. The stronger the self-healing ability, the higher the external strength. But Sean seems to be the opposite. He has extremely strong self-healing ability, but he can still be injured by a small fruit knife. Rant has made potions for so many wizards, but he has never encountered such a situation... he has never even heard of it.

He was even a little unsure of how to comment on it.

Sean is said to be strong, but he would be scratched by a fruit knife.

Although Sean is not physically strong, he can heal a seriously injured body within a few hours.

Is this strong or not?

……

Chapter 56: High-Strength Potion

In fact, not only is Sean's body weird, his soul and mental strength are also weird.

If Sopea knew that Sean had been to the third floor of the temple and was almost crushed by the pressure of the third floor, and even had one foot crushed by the pressure of the fourth floor, she would find that Sean's usual mental strength was completely inconsistent with the mental strength that Connie should have when she encountered backlash in her dream.

Sopea can walk freely on the third floor of the temple. That little mental pressure is just a drizzle for him and has no effect on his actions at all. Even if it is replaced by Coni, who is at the fourth level, it is the same. The mental power of wizards who practice dreams is stronger than that of other wizards. What's more, according to Sopea's physical perception, the mental pressure of the third floor is just enough to reach the threshold of the fourth level. If Coni can reach the third floor, she can also deal with it easily.

This proves that with Connie's qualifications, she is more than capable of helping Sean realize his dream, but the final result is the opposite.

The state of Sean's body and soul is like a cat locked in a black box in quantum mysticism. It cannot be accurately observed, and its exact strength cannot be known. It is like a marble standing on a ruler, rolling back and forth between weak and exceeding the standard, jumping back and forth repeatedly.

Sean himself didn't understand what was going on with him.

He did know about Schrödinger's cat. Like the Ship of Theseus, it was one of the most powerful spells in the philosophical branch of the Truth Spell. When used in conjunction with other magic, it could be said to be omnipotent to some extent.

Did I engrave this law of truth into my soul before I was reshaped?

...That's not right either.

Even if the soul can operate in this way, what about the body?

The body after reconstruction is different from the body before reconstruction. He can't possibly predict which mother's womb he will be born in and use drastic means to transform the fetus in advance, right?

That's not called reincarnation, it's called possession of another's body.

It doesn't make sense.

The witch Rant was also troubled by Sean.

Before he came here, he thought it was just an ordinary potion customization, but he didn't expect it to be so "tricky".

He didn't even understand Sean's physical condition, how could he write the recipe?

Lant held Sean's report in his hand, rubbed his head with a headache, and said, "Excuse me, please give me some time to think about it."

"It's okay, don't worry." Elviri said with a slight smile on her face.

Although she couldn't understand Sean's body, for some reason, she felt very proud that even this famous witch couldn't do anything to him.

Iris noticed her little expression, her eyes full of teasing.

It seems like someone is about to fall into it.

The meeting ended in an unexpected way.

Lant thought about it all night without sleeping. He even went to the library on the second floor of the temple and looked through the relevant books again, but still couldn't find the answer.

But Sean suddenly realized a problem.

About his identity.

It seems that most wizards know the concept of the Reincarnator, and they also know Carl Black. Since it is a reincarnation, the previous life must be "dead", so why has no one thought that Carl Black was also reshaped?

Sean pretended to be curious and asked Elviri.

"Want to get more material?" The girl disliked this topic, but still answered: "Is it possible that when that guy died, the word "reshape" had not yet appeared?"

Sean: "..."

"It's that simple?"

"if not?"

Blake's death came first, and the successful discovery of a method to reshape came later, so it was impossible for Blake to reshape himself. The factor of "time" has always been simple, but at the same time, it is also a gap that no one can cross. If you miss it, you will miss it forever.

And from Elvira's perspective, it was almost inevitable that Blake would miss out on the remodeling.

If Blake hadn't died, her sister and Saint Olya wouldn't have worked like crazy on academic research day and night, and the reconstruction method wouldn't have been found so quickly, or even mentioned.

There are not so many coincidences in this world. Everything they experienced has a reason.

Sean: “Got it.”

Now it can be basically confirmed that he is not a reshaper.

Neither reshaping nor awakening, Sean began to ask himself what he was.

See what Rand says.

Rand said that his knowledge was still too shallow and he couldn't convince himself.

Sean's situation was really beyond his understanding. He racked his brains but couldn't figure out why a human being had such a peculiar physique... But the good news was that he successfully wrote out the formula.

The next afternoon.

At the agreed time for refining medicine, the four met again in the church.

Lant said bluntly: "Mr. Sean, I have a bold idea."

Sean: "?"

"How bold?"

"Mr. Sean, you should have heard the saying, 'Medicine is three parts poison, and poison is three parts medicine.'" Lant said, "The reason why potions are divided into different levels is not only because of their requirements for alchemists, but also because potions have different toxicities. The effects of high-level potions are often more intense, and many wizards' bodies cannot withstand them, so they can only be used after diluting them, or looking for lower-level materials to make potions."

Magic Potion is one of them.

"But Mr. Sean's body doesn't have this concern."

Facts have proven that no matter how severe the injury is, or even the price paid for releasing the forbidden spell, Sean can bear it and heal quickly. He is simply a natural drug addict, so his idea when writing the formula this time was very simple -

He used all the strong materials that could increase physical strength, without adding any auxiliary materials to neutralize the toxicity, to ensure the purity of the potion. He wanted to make a high-strength potion with a concentration that exceeded the standard and an effective content of nearly 91%.

To put it simply - if the poison doesn't kill you, then poison you to death!

Sean: “???”

Elviri: “???”

Iris: “…”

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she saw a subtle fanaticism in Lant's eyes.

"I heard from Miss Flame Crow that it took Mr. Sean less than half a month to advance from rank one to rank two." Lanter said confidently, "It won't take me half a month, only seven days - I can guarantee in the name of the witch that this potion will allow Mr. Sean to break through again within seven days, from rank two to rank three!"

These seven days are not the time for Sean to meditate, but the time for him to digest the potion.

Because the potion changes the "mass" of cells, with the same autophagy method and conversion efficiency, it can more than double the magic power Sean gains during meditation.

In other words, if Sean's body can absorb all the effects of the potion instantly after taking it, then after taking this bottle of potion, Sean can break through to the third level on the spot!

As soon as these words came out, Sean's eyes lit up.

He admitted that he was moved.

I went from rank two to rank three within seven days. No one would believe it if I told them.

This is not the point. The point is to increase the magic power by twice.

The potion transforms not only those "spare cells" but the entire body, which means that this potion improves not only the basic magic power cultivated through meditation, but also the forbidden magic power of "The Beginning of Forbidden Spells". If he meets the vice president of Flores Hospital again, it will not be a matter of taking a punch from the puppet, but it may be that the puppet will take a punch from him.

So Sean asked the question that concerned him the most: "How much?"

He was ready to hug the girl's thighs again.

Lant said, "No money."

Sean: “Huh?”

for free?

Is my sister-in-law so prestigious?

Lant stared at Sean and said with a burning gaze: "I want you."

Sean: "?"