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

Chapter 124 Why are silver and holy water ineffective!?

"What's going on? What is this thing?!"

Jack's voice was broken and intermittent, filled with doubt and shock.

"What kind of curse is this?! Why didn't my amulet work? Why didn't it sound an alarm?!"

His amulet can warn of four basic supernatural attacks: poison, curse, spiritual corruption, and mental pollution.

This amulet has saved his life three times over the years.

But this time—there was nothing!

There were no alarms, no detections, and no response.

Because what is destroying his body is not supernatural power.

It's a virus.

Condensed rabies, concentrated Black Death, concentrated viral influenza, concentrated mumps —

More than a dozen concentrated viruses, refined from copper-based contaminants, began to multiply rapidly the moment the bullet struck his chest.

Combined with the virus that had already been lurking and multiplying in the body, it was attacked from both inside and outside.

Even if he is an expert, he is still a human being!

"You—damn it—what is this—"

Jack's voice grew weaker and weaker as a series of serious illnesses flared up, leaving him with no energy left to even feel anger.

thump!

The disease-ridden body plummeted rapidly, eventually crashing onto a three-story building filled with garbage on the westernmost side of Guding Street.

Evan spread his arms and rushed over at an incredible speed, like a giant bat descending from the sky.

At this moment, Jack was lying in the rubble and garbage, looking like a corpse just dug out of a plague pit.

His neck was swollen to twice the normal thickness, his face was covered with black spots and growths, and his eyes were so swollen with secretions that only a slit remained.

"you----"

He is still alive. As an expert-level cultivator who has integrated two fundamental characteristics, his vitality is indeed tenacious.

But this time is different from before.

His desire spirits couldn't maintain his physical health; those spirits could replace his brain and heart, but not his entire immune system.

More than a dozen viruses were attacking every biological system in his body at the same time.

Ivan stood in front of him, about to raise his fist and kill the guy, when he suddenly remembered something important.

Vic must live!

In those fractions of a second, the absolute rationality granted by the Ironblood Potion controlled Ivan's killing plan.

"I killed old Alcott, which was like slapping Sap in the face, but if I hand him over to Vic alive, what I get in return is far more valuable than a corpse."

"Using this guy's confession, we can secure a relatively safe environment for Richard and Hill."

He still clearly remembers what Richard said when he first became a Witcher: the helplessness of being forcibly conscripted by the authorities and pushed to the front lines as cannon fodder.

If one doesn't possess the power of the Nine Dragons or the expertise to process potions, in the eyes of those officials, one would be just like Richard and his ilk—dispensable lowlifes.

Using old Alcott as a pledge of loyalty to improve the treatment of himself and his four fellow disciples was far more profitable than simply killing him to vent his anger.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Ivan withdrew his fist, squatted down, and began searching Jack's belongings.

He had just seen the amulet in his vision of Spirit Vision 18, hanging around Jack's neck, emitting a faint golden light.

His fingers had just touched Jack's collar.

A blinding white light suddenly exploded!

Bang!

A kind of extraordinary power exploded instantly.

Ivan instinctively closed his eyes as he was struck by the bright light.

The instant he closed his eyes, he clearly felt something pierce his bronzed skin.

Countless tiny, sharp objects pierced his body.

"Die!" Jack's crazed voice rang out.

Sensing danger, Ivan instantly retreated, easily dodging the weak and sickly slash.

After creating some distance, Evan opened his eyes.

At this moment, Jack struggled to his feet, but not by his own strength.

There was a $100 bill burning on his head and another on his chest.

A kind of extraordinary power was continuously released from these two pieces of paper, forcibly driving the damaged body to attack.

Sap's backup plan: money-driven, by burning money to command targets to work for money.

At this moment, Jack's pus-covered hands barely gripped the silver cross sword, and after missing his target with a single swing, he seemed to have no other strength left.

He stumbled with every step forward, looking like he might fall at any moment.

Evan was now focusing more on his own body.

The coppery skin was now covered with a dense array of steel nails, each about half an inch long, and gleaming with a silvery sheen.

Along with the steel nails came a large amount of golden, ointment-like liquid that was now slowly flowing across the coppery skin.

"Silver spikes and holy water of the sun."

Ivan immediately knew what it was.

Unfortunately, the silver spikes that pierced his skin only caused him slight pain before being expelled from his body by his powerful self-healing ability.

The holy water of the sun that was poured on him did not harm him at all; on the contrary, it made him feel warm and cozy, as if he were basking in the sun.

The intermediate-grade blasphemous potion increases silver resistance by 50%, but the -8% silver resistance has little impact.

These things, specifically designed to suppress bloodthirsty races, pose no threat to him now.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

Jack, whose eyes were so fogged up with secretions that he could barely open them, saw this scene through a slit.

His brain was about to shut down.

The opponent clearly possesses the super self-healing ability of a top-tier Bloodthirsty Species.

Why aren't they afraid of the sun and holy water? Why aren't they afraid of silver products?

Those were sacred bombs, each worth two hundred dollars, filled with silver nails and holy water specially made by the healing church.

It is a weapon specifically developed by the church to counter high-level bloodthirsty species.

Let alone an expert-level Bloodthirsty Species like Priss, even a master-level one would be instantly annihilated if hit head-on by this thing.

But now, this lowly witcher apprentice, covered in silver spikes and doused in holy water, is standing there completely unharmed!

They even seemed to be enjoying it.

"Could it be—another potion?!"

"Fuck him! Fuck him!! Fuck him!!!"

Jack's mental defenses completely collapsed at that moment.

At this moment, with the two dollar bills burned to ashes, Sap's last means of counterattack was gone.

An indescribable sense of frustration, rage, anger, and grievance welled up inside him, like a pot of toxic sewage being poured into his brain, turning all rational thoughts into a jumbled mess.

He's an expert! He's already taken the first step towards becoming a master.

But from beginning to end, he was completely outmaneuvered by an apprentice, a low-life witcher.

In both battles, they were completely suppressed and humiliated.

He couldn't understand why the other person could always take the potion so precisely in less than a second.

I don't understand why this guy can eat so many potions and still look completely unharmed.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The silver longsword slipped from his convulsing fingers and fell into the garbage heap at his feet.

He frantically grabbed at his hair, his fingernails scratching bloody marks on his scalp.

Then, a terrifying shockwave erupted from his body.

Strands of dark red hair emerged from his golden hair, as if something was growing from under his scalp.

The red hair grew more and more abundant and denser, and his facial bones began to make creaking and deforming sounds.

The moment Ivan saw this thing, the old hunter's voice echoed in his mind again.

"Uncontrolled bestialization: When the rationality of all superhumans falls into hysteria for some reason, their bestial nature awakens and takes control of their bodies."

"Compared to normal rationality, our extraordinary characteristics clearly prefer unrestrained animalistic instincts."

"The combat power of superhumans after beastification will be greatly enhanced, and their instinctive traits suppressed by reason will be completely unleashed."

"If the superhumans completely succumb, they will soon turn into monsters."

"Among them, cultivators are the most troublesome and terrifying."

"The core flaw of cultivators is that when their desires get out of control, the suppressed bestiality within them will be released and erupt, and every one of their desires will turn into a terrifying monster."

"A cultivator's physical body is a den of monsters."

"There are two methods to subdue them: First, cut off their consciousness to prevent their animalistic instincts from spreading; second, temporarily nullify their characteristics."

"Out-of-control beastification?!"

Upon seeing this, Ivan made a decision instantly.

Can't wait any longer!

This guy has a treasure on him. He saw that amulet, and it represents his and his fellow disciples' future. It's a pledge of allegiance to the judge faction.

Moreover, the effects of the Silver Key have not yet been tested.

Evan's body appeared in front of Jack in an instant.

The bronzed hand, leaving afterimages, severed Jack's remaining three intact limbs one by one.

Then he grabbed the deformed head, covered in red and swollen spots, with his left hand, his five fingers digging into the skull, and held the head in his palm like a basketball.

At the same time, the silver key appeared directly in the palm of the left hand.

The tip of the key was aimed directly at the center of Jack's forehead, and then it pierced through.

Tell me a secret.

A voice echoed in Ivan's mind.

He couldn't distinguish between men and women, ages, or even whether the voice was human; it was as if something had spoken directly into his consciousness.

The bigger the secret, the harder I work.

Without hesitation, Ivan said, "I'll tell you a huge secret."

"Uranium nuclei can release enormous amounts of energy after fission, which can be used to create terrifying nuclear weapons."

The voice paused for a second before saying, "This isn't a secret."

Ivan paused for a moment, then he remembered.

Someone mentioned him in the comments section of a running group video.

In the Cthulhu Mythos, it is said that Nyarlathotep, in his avatar, revealed to humanity the method for making nuclear weapons.

In this world, this information may have already been known to some beings.

"Isn't the standard for this 'exclusive secret' way too high? Does it even count as something known to the gods?"

He paused for two seconds, then changed the message.

"I didn't masturbate last night, and only I know that."

The voice replied, "This is not a secret."

Evan frowned: "Why? Only I know whether I masturbated yesterday."

The voice said, "I can answer, but I need to tell you a closely guarded secret."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's mind began to race.

What is the definition of an "exclusive secret"? It is information that only you know.

But the previous statement was denied, which means that there are other entities that also know about his actions last night.

Who would know?

Who would be watching him when he crawls into bed?

Without thinking too much about it for the time being, Evan immediately revealed his exclusive secret.

"Do you know what cigarettes Dingzhen loves to smoke the most? It's Rick's Fifth Generation."

The voice remained silent for a few seconds.

It's as if they're searching for the authenticity and exclusivity of this information through various channels.

A few seconds later, it gave an answer.

"This is a closely guarded secret, and I can tell you why."

"Why isn't your behavior last night a secret?"

"Because there is a prophet who watches over you every day while you sleep."

A sense of understanding flashed through Ivan's mind.

Gust, it really was him!

The prophet who just gave me the information is observing me every night?

every day----

Including when he's sleeping.

"Is it anytime, anywhere, or only after I fall asleep?" Evan asked.

The voice said, "That requires another exclusive secret."

At this moment, the red hairs on the head in Evan's hand were becoming more and more numerous and dense.

The facial bones are deforming at a visible rate, with prominent cheekbones and growing fangs, indicating that the bestialization is accelerating.

Evan said to the Silver Key in his mind, "Put this aside for now and open his brain immediately."

He then whispered a message from another world.

The voice paused for a second, then gave its affirmation.

"This is an exclusive secret."

The next moment, Jack's transformation into a beast seemed to be paused.

The rapidly growing red hairs instantly stopped spreading.

The deforming skeleton was frozen in place, the transformation abruptly interrupted.

An incredibly powerful force was released from the Silver Key, firmly suppressing Jack's beast-like transformation.

Through his swollen eyelids, barely open to the touch, Evan could see that Jack's eyes, which had just been filled with madness, were now only filled with blankness.

The beast form was suppressed by the Silver Key.

"I didn't expect this thing to have this effect."

The voice spoke again: "You only have one chance to retrieve your memories."

Ivana's absolutely rational mind, enhanced by the Ironblood Potion, quickly went through a mental process.

"Tell me everything you remember and know about the Silver Spoon from his mind."

The next instant, a light appeared in Ivan's vision.

A door made of pure light appeared deep within Jack's consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of light the size of a fist floated out from behind the door and slowly approached his consciousness.

call!

The moment the bubble burst, a flood of information rushed into his mind.

Images, words, sounds, and feelings were all mixed together and poured in.

All the information at this moment revolves around one core theme.

One-ninth of a silver spoon.

Ivan didn't immediately process these memories; his bronzed hand slammed directly onto Jack's neck.

The immense impact and precise force caused Jack to lose consciousness instantly.