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

Chapter 136 The Key New Talent: Intuition

Evan's words greatly puzzled Ryan.

Why do I feel guilty if I don't take my medication?

Wasn't their previous miserable situation all because of drug trials?

Those days of fear and anxiety, those days of living in a daze after taking the medication —

Isn't it all because of drug trials?

"Oh no! It seems Arkham has also ruined his brain by taking too many potions, just like those witchers."

Ryan quickly identified what he believed to be the core reason.

"But he's my friend after all, so I still have to take care of him."

After finishing their meal, the two walked side by side toward Byron's office.

Walking down the corridor of the teaching building, Evan lowered his head and glanced at the progress bar of the Nine Dragons Power.

At 9:30 a.m., the reversal of the two bottles of fast-acting magic potion from yesterday was completed.

The effect is the same as the day before yesterday, quite stable.

Your electrical resistance is permanently increased by 5%.

Your willpower has strengthened. Spirit permanently +0.04.

Your silver resistance is permanently increased by 4%.

[The Moon's affinity was reversed from being devoured to: Sun's affinity +6%.]

Meanwhile, the reversal time for the other two potions also arrived.

You reversed the side effects of rectal absorption of the Insight Potion.

Your willpower has been greatly increased. Your spirit has been permanently increased by 0.1.

[Your brain's resilience has increased. Physical and mental abilities permanently increased by 0.04.]

"It's reasonable for willpower to increase; the Insight Potion enhances spiritual vision, so it's normal for willpower to decrease."

"But what does this 'increased brain resilience' mean?"

He paused for a second, then quickly understood.

"Good heavens! So, if you take too much of the Insightful Potion, your brain will dissolve? Dissolve both physically and mentally?"

"Tsk tsk, the side effects of these potions are really bizarre."

With a sigh, I continued reading.

[You reversed the side effects of rectal absorption of the intermediate-level blasphemous potion.]

The moon likes you more now. Moon affinity +10%.

[The Moon's affinity was reversed from being devoured to: Sun's affinity +10%.]

You have become more perceptive. Your intuition has permanently increased by 1%. (Click to view details)

"intuition?"

"It seems to be a new specialty."

He mentally opened the details.

Intuition: A special human trait. You acquire a mysterious quality, your instincts are amplified, and you can always perceive the truth of things with uncanny insight.

"Wow! That's an amazing skill."

Intuition is a rather mysterious ability in any system.

Whether in film, animation, or real life, it always points to some mysterious realm that transcends logical analysis.

This is something that doesn't make sense.

No need for excessive investigation, analysis, or research.

One glance, ignoring all the deception and pretense, will instinctively tell you whether this thing is reliable or not.

"Improving my intuition suits me well, since I'm not exactly a brainy type anyway."

Instead of endless, rambling analysis, it's better to just throw a punch and see what's inside first.

"Once this thing is upgraded, it can make up for my meager intelligence."

Putting aside his intuition, Evan glanced at the overall logic of the side effects of the intermediate-level blasphemous potion.

"The main effect is to increase silver resistance, but at the cost of reducing lunar affinity and intuition."

"That's right. In mysticism, the moon corresponds to silver, and its core symbolism is reflection, purification, and intuition."

"The side effect of the purification potion is to reduce silver resistance, while the price of the potion that increases silver resistance is to be disliked by the moon and to have reduced intuition."

Everything comes at a price.

"It would be truly tragic if a Bloodthirsty race, temporarily compensating for its flaws, were to be hated by its own extraordinary mark!"

Now that the four potions have been successfully reversed, the slots for the power of the nine dragons are quite plentiful.

只剩下光明126/1000，白昼126/500，渴血种126/840，这三个注射的永久性魔药进度条还在艰难地蠕动。

There's plenty of space! I can go to Byron's to take my medicine without worry.

Seeing that Evan kept his head down and didn't say anything, Ryan reminded him with some concern.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can refuse."

"You're not an ordinary student anymore! You're a superhuman!"

Hearing this, Ivan snapped out of his daze.

He could sense the kindness and concern in Ryan's harsh voice.

He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder and grinned as he spoke.

"Thank you, Ryan! I'll remember that."

Ryan nodded, managing a forced expression of confidence on his stiff face.

"Yes! We're different now! We have the right to resist and refuse!"

When Evan heard the words "the right to resist," he sighed inwardly.

Hearing these words from Ryan evokes an instinctive sense of sadness and lament.

At the same time, his overly divergent thinking led him to another idea about rebellion.

His own rebellion against Professor Byron!

"By the way! In the chain reaction of the previous solar eclipse and the opposite moon, there was a side effect of 'getting dizzy when you see a dark sun.'"

"We need to prepare for this in advance, just in case Byron tests us today and we get caught."

So Evan gave Ryan a bright and cheerful smile and said...

"Don't worry! If I feel uncomfortable, I'll resist!"

The two then entered the teaching building, and Evan pushed open the door to Byron's office.

Ryan stood guard at the door as usual.

The spacious office was still filled with sunlight.

Professor Byron was still dressed in his usual impeccably tailored upper-class attire.

A white shirt paired with a black vest, and a meticulously slicked-back hairstyle on top.

He was looking down, holding a pen, writing something in his notebook.

"How is it?" He looked up, his deep eyes fixed on Evan.

Ivan sat down opposite him: "I'm much better after a day of rest."

Byron nodded, then took two bottles of potions from the drawer.

"Drink it."

Ivan picked up the first bottle and downed it in one gulp.

[You have consumed a modified, unfinished Eclipse Potion. Effects: Permanent.]

[Effect: Your solar affinity is permanently increased by 3%. Blood quality is permanently increased by 2%.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

[Reversal progress: 20 hours.]

Then the second one.

[You have consumed a stage three Anti-Moon Potion. Effects last: 10 hours.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, you can absorb the moon's power to purify your negative status, up to 4 times.]

]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

[Reversal progress: 6 hours.]

After drinking the two potions, the familiar chain reaction was triggered once again.

The reverse progress is still thirty hours.

"The effects of both drugs have been optimized." A hint of surprise flashed through Ivan's mind.

"The Eclipse Potion has a 2% increase in blood quality. What new thing did Byron add to the recipe?"

"The duration of the Anti-Moon Potion has been shortened from fifteen hours to ten hours, but the number of purifications has increased from three to four, thus improving efficiency per unit time."

"Byron's optimization speed is very fast. It seems that the data I provided to him as a trial participant was indeed valuable."

Just as he was savoring the effects of the potion, Byron suddenly spoke.

"Arkham, how's it going?"

Ivan looked up.

The moment he looked up, his gaze met the notebook that Byron had just picked up.

The notebook cover was facing him.

There is a design in the very center of the cover.

A sun, with geometrically shaped, wavy rays on the outer ring and pure, deep black in the center.

Black Sun!

"They're here."

Ivan reacted the moment he saw it.

He completely blanked out his mind, his eyes became unfocused with dilated pupils, and his gaze became somewhat vacant.

He seemed to be trapped in an illusion, frozen in place.

"Arkham?" Byron called again, his tone tinged with concern.

Ivan swayed slightly, then blinked blankly, as if snapping out of a daze.

"Ah! Professor."

He rubbed his temples, a hint of apology on his face.

"Sorry, I don't think I slept well last night. I suddenly feel a little dizzy."

After listening, Byron suppressed his excitement and spoke calmly.

"Take good care of yourself, and don't come tomorrow at noon."

"I'll leave a little later this afternoon, around six o'clock, and we can talk about how it goes."

"By the way, how are you feeling?"

Ivan assessed the situation and said, "It's similar to the day before yesterday, but there seems to be a subtle difference, I can't quite put my finger on it."

Byron quickly jotted it down in his notebook and nodded: "Hmm, not bad. Come back tomorrow and tell me the rest of your thoughts."

As he spoke, he took money out of his wallet and handed it to Evan.

Twenty-five dollars.

"Here's an extra five dollars, take good care of yourself."

When Evan saw the money, he immediately grinned.

That smile was full of eagerness and naivety, like that of a miser who was greedy for money.

"Quickly put the money away," Evan shouted.

"Don't worry, Professor! I'll be fine after I eat more!"

Then he stood up, bowed politely, and turned to leave the office.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

In his office, Byron leaned comfortably back in his large chair.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating half of his face.

Then his face began to split open again, just like last time.

Two completely different expressions appeared in the sunlight and shadow.

The face on the right, bathed in light, spoke first, its voice filled with excitement and pride.

"Haha! It worked! I succeeded! That silly kid really fell for it!"

The face hidden in the darkness on the left remained silent for a few seconds, and this time he did not refute or mock.

He said earnestly, "I must say, you really are a genius."

"They actually hid the side effects of the extraordinary properties in the chain reaction between the two potions."

"And they use this method to control the trial participants."

"Byron 2, I approve of you!"

The face on the right, hearing the approval it received, was instantly overjoyed.

"So what? I'm the master now, right? Number One?"

The person on the left did not refute these words.

It simply and quietly returned to its skin, expressing its choice through silence.

Evan and Ryan left the office and walked down the corridor of the teaching building.

Byron's relaxed smile from just now replayed in my mind, as well as my own momentary daze.

"Tsk tsk, I'm a natural genius at playing dumb."

"Evan, you're awesome."

The sudden mental blankness I just experienced perfectly simulated the symptoms of "brief dizziness after seeing a black sun pattern".

Clearly, Byron was very pleased with his reaction.

"However, Professor Byron is indeed quite capable. He asked me to come and report back tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon."

Evan mentally calculated the time.

"The reversal of the chain reaction's side effects takes thirty hours. I took the medicine at noon today, and thirty hours later it will be exactly six o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Did he ask me to come at that time to observe the state after the side effects had fully taken effect?"

"Has he already calculated roughly when the entire side effect will begin to take full effect?"

Thinking of this, Ivan felt a chill run down his spine.

"These extraordinary researchers are all incredibly smart."

"Be more careful when dealing with them in the future!"

After the afternoon recitation class ended, Evan was packing up to go to his physical education class.

"Arkham, Morales."

Wright, the head of the small group, suddenly called out to the two of them.

Ivan and Morales exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Professor Wright, what's the matter?" Evan asked curiously.

Wright was still wearing that crisp plaid shirt, and his hair was neatly combed.

This young teaching assistant had a similar temperament to his teacher, Professor Mons, being very methodical and meticulous.

Professor Mons wants you two to come over after class.

Ivan turned to look at Morales, who shook his head and said in a puzzled voice.

"Don't look at me, I don't know."

Wright smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's a good thing."

Wright then led the two through the corridor to Professor Mons's office at the end of the second floor.

As another leading figure in the chemistry department, Professor Mons' office was less than half the size of Byron's.

There are no wide south-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, no leather sofas, and no impressive walnut wood desks.

Looking around, you see all sorts of documents and data piled up together.

Thick stacks of documents were piled up on the table, the chair, and even the floor.

The two walls were filled with various metal filing cabinets and bookshelves, which were covered with a large number of books and documents with labels.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of old paper and black tea.

The old gentleman was sitting behind a desk near the southeast corner, writing something with his head down.

"Teacher, they've arrived." Wright's tone was as respectful as if he were addressing his own father.

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