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

Chapter 140, Fourth Characteristic: Mist Brain Plague

As he pondered this, Ivan opened the detailed information about the Fog Brain Plague.

[The Fog-like Brain Plague: A gift from the gods, a veil concealing madness and distortion.]

"Wow! That description is really high-class."

This was the first time he had seen the word "god" in the introduction of basic characteristics.

There is no such wording in the description of the copper epidemic!

Keep reading.

[Every 1% progress increases the brain's resilience. Physical and mental stats permanently increase by 0.01.]

[Activated when progress reaches 30%: You can use the plague as a carrier to create a brain plague fog (click to view details) in your own brain, thereby greatly enhancing your mental resistance.]

[Activated when progress reaches 70%: You can use specific language as a medium to infect the target with brain plague, polluting and affecting their mind.]

[Activated when progress reaches 100%: Greatly enhances your mental resilience, allowing you to directly attack the opponent's soul through brain attacks.]

After reading the entire introduction, Ivan quickly summarized it.

"It is still a disease-related characteristic, but unlike the copper plague, which affects the body, the brain plague affects the soul."

"It can be used for both offense and defense."

"When defending, a plague fog is formed in the brain, greatly enhancing mental resistance."

"When attacking, pollute the opponent's mind, or even directly attack their soul."

"It has a fairly comprehensive set of features, which makes up for my weakness in mental resistance, so that I won't be controlled by someone as soon as we meet."

""

Although the Ironblood Potion was effective, Evan disliked the feeling of having his emotions and spirit suppressed.

It's so hard to be a decent person.

Now that we have a way to directly provide mental resistance, this absolutely makes up for our biggest weakness.

"Besides defense, it also has offense; it can corrupt the mind and even infect the soul. Truly worthy of being called the veil of the gods!"

He then clicked on the detailed information about encephalitis itself.

[Brain Plague: A special plague formed from fragments of power from two deities through mutation and cultivation.]

It possesses the effects of a normal plague, but it directly affects the brain, mind, and soul.

[The encephalitis itself is not toxic; it is a deep fog, its basic abilities merely serving to conceal and disguise.]

[Users need to fill it with enough regular virus for it to take effect.]

[Brain plague will produce corresponding effects on the soul level depending on the symptoms and toxicity of the virus that infects it.]

The more viruses present and the more virulent they are, the better the treatment for encephalitis.

After reading it, Ivan had a clear understanding of it.

"Simply put, this is a spiritual plague carrier, and the actual effect of the plague depends on what kind of virus is put into it."

"If you were to be injected with syphilis, would your soul fester and grow growths?"

"If someone were injected with rabies or tetanus, would their soul also become rigid and convulsant?"

Although the brain can visualize the general situation, the specific effects still need to be determined through further experiments.

And the level of satisfaction with this feature.

Ivan gets a perfect score of 100!

This extraordinary trait was practically tailor-made for him.

Others may have to go to great lengths to find a sufficient concentration of virus to fill the gap.

But he lacked nothing; the viruses in the copper plague were endless and varied.

"This stuff is extracted from a mutated parasite of the Y virus, which means it's related to the Red King's laboratory."

"Considering the recent series of problems and the just-contaminated plague worms—"

"One of the two divine powers that synthesized the brain plague is very likely the bone-corroding plague worm of Mordigian."

"Because its method of transmission and its stealthy nature are quite similar to those of the Bone-Eating Plague Worm."

Based on previous drug trials and recent understanding, it is basically certain that Evan is the best candidate.

All viruses with letter codes are the work of the Red King Laboratory.

"So, the purpose of their long-term research into these things is to obtain new extraordinary abilities?"

Thinking of this, Ivan laughed out loud.

"In the end, they didn't figure it out themselves, but they ended up handing the results to me."

It should be noted that his most crucial trump card right now is the copper epidemic.

This amazing characteristic was brought about by a drug trial I conducted for the Red King's laboratory.

While Ivan was pondering this, Saddam had already completed the urine collection.

The burly man, still shaken, pulled up his pants and asked in a trembling voice, "Can I go back now?"

Saddam nodded: "Of course."

He was just an ordinary medical student.

Now that the mission is complete, at his level, there's no need for him to worry about anything else.

But Evan has no intention of letting him go easily.

He turned around and put his arm around the burly man's shoulder with a warm smile.

"Friend! I have a question for you."

"Where is your gang leader now? I suddenly want to talk to him."

The burly man's expression changed slightly.

Although he was terrified of the freak in front of him, he was even more afraid of the gang leader's terrifying and bizarre methods.

So he hurriedly shook his head and said, "Our gang leader won't see a lunatic like you! You'd better get as far away as possible."

Tom, who was standing nearby, also tried to smooth things over, saying, "Arkham, we've already completed our mission, so let's not cause any more trouble here."

Ivan turned his head and asked with a smile, "Are we done? We haven't collected water samples yet."

66

Tom was about to speak when Morales stopped him.

Morales understood the deeper meaning behind Ivan's words.

This guy isn't really trying to collect water; he's just looking for trouble!

He remembered what his father had told him: some things can't be done in public; they need to be done discreetly.

Then Morales spoke up, saying, "Water can be collected from different places."

"Now that we have obtained the main urine and blood samples, I will take the three senior students to collect water from other places first, and then we will drive the carriage back to report for duty."

"Let's meet at the medical school, Arkham."

Evan was surprised that Morales was so quick to understand, and he grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

"Okay! That's a good idea. You guys go back first."

Saddam wanted to say something more, but seeing Ivan's smiling face, he guessed that the other party seemed to have other things to do.

In the silence, he glanced at the burly man whose legs were still trembling, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Does Arkham actually have some kind of weird fetish?"

He didn't ask any more questions, picked up the box, and turned to leave.

The four people boarded the carriage, and the clatter of hooves echoed as it quickly disappeared into the night.

Once the sound of the carriage was completely out of reach, Evan put his arm around the burly man's shoulder, speaking to him in a friendly tone as if they were old friends.

"Friend, we're quite destined to meet."

"I'd also like to join your gang for protection. Could you introduce me to someone?"

The dim moonlight shone down, dividing Evan's face into two halves of light and shadow.

A bright, sunny smile graced the bald side of his face.

The half of the face in the shadows only showed a row of gleaming white teeth.

The burly man's body trembled under his embrace, but he dared not make any move to resist.

Just as the two were talking, a voice rang out from the darkness of Poker Street.

"Why is it you again?"

His tone carried a hint of impatience.

It's like a gentleman enjoying an elegant meal, only to have his pleasure rudely interrupted by a rogue.

Evan looked up and saw a young man emerge from the darkness of Poker Street.

He was wearing a sharp three-piece suit. A dark gray vest, a white shirt, his hair was neatly combed, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

His expression was arrogant, and his appearance was refined, giving the impression of a university professor's experimental assistant, who was also secretly working away from home.

His attire and demeanor contrasted sharply with the slum inhabited by diseased thieves.

Pilsson, a specialist at the Red King's Laboratory.

At this moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his face.

Upon seeing the young man, the burly man was overjoyed, exclaiming, "Brother! You've finally come! Please save me!"

6

He pointed at Evan, his voice trembling with tears: "This guy is a psychopath! He's going to do some crazy things to me!"

Ivan ignored the burly man's accusations and looked at Pilsson with curiosity.

Do you know me?

He had never seen this lab technician hiding in the secret room during his last visit to Yuri's clinic; there shouldn't have been any interaction between them.

Little did they know that this guy was the first person to discover that there was poison in his blood.

Pilsson also realized that although he was very familiar with the other side, the two of them had never met before.

So he immediately changed his perspective.

"You spend all day making potions on Guding Street without setting up any concealment rituals. Every superhuman passing by knows about it."

Ivan coughed awkwardly.

Why does this embarrassing history keep getting brought up everywhere?

He casually pushed the burly man aside and strode towards Pilsner.

"Although I don't know you, since you know me, we can be considered acquaintances now."

Pilsson snorted coldly at Ivan, who was walking over so casually.

He casually waved his right hand.

It's like shooing away an annoying fly.

At the same time, a notification popped up on Ivan's screen.

You have inhaled a large number of mutated root spores.

[The misty encephalopathy has devoured the mutated root spores. +0.3%.]

Ivan stopped in his tracks.

He stood there, stunned.

But the reason he was stunned was completely different from what Pilsson thought.

"A large number of mutated root spores? I see! These spores are his extraordinary abilities."

"From the current perspective, these spores should also be related to the bone-eating plague insect, both of which control their targets through microscopic parasitism."

"The Fog Brain Plague actually increases the progress by consuming this stuff?"

"The stuff is good stuff! And the person is a good person too!"

Meanwhile, Pilsner saw Ivan standing there motionless and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He was quite confident in his abilities.

As a tree spirit professional, his professional talent endowed him with exceptional perception and the ability to shapeshift.

In addition to this, he also possessed two extraordinary characteristics.

The first type is the one we just used: compressed seed.

He can compress large quantities of viruses and spores into incredibly tiny tree seeds.

These seeds are so small that they are completely invisible to the naked eye, and they can be scattered by the wind with the wave of his finger.

Those who inhale these seeds will find that the seeds quickly take root and sprout in their bodies, growing into miniature parasitic trees.

The person who is parasitized will not only lose control of their body, but will also gradually become nourishment for these trees.

Normally speaking, this is not a particularly strong combat ability trait.

However, if it is paired with some special viruses that possess extraordinary powers, then the situation is completely different.

The core members of the entire Red King Laboratory are mainly tree spirit professionals, and their weak combat power has been their Achilles' heel for many years.

Therefore, they have been continuously improving and refining the power that tree spirits can wield over the years.

The alphabetical viruses researched over the past decade or so were designed to be used in conjunction with compressed torrent files.

According to recent experimental data, the results are quite encouraging.

Pilsson was absolutely confident that he could take down this seemingly naive and clueless young man in an instant.

Let's investigate what secrets this guy holds.

He gave instructions to the burly man beside him.

"Go and get two people to carry this guy inside. He's a valuable experimental subject."

The burly man seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly nodded, and turned to run into the darkness of Poker Street.

Pilsson stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Ivan, who stood there dumbfounded, with a calm and smug expression.

At this moment, Ivan, who was standing still, was not really being controlled.

Having just finished his internal calculations, he was preparing to make Pilsson reveal more of his extraordinary abilities.

Then he heard the other person give instructions to the burly man.

So he took the opportunity to set it up there.

"Interesting! Judging from his arrogant demeanor and composed posture, he seems quite confident in his root spores."

"That means they have conducted fairly sophisticated experiments on this virus."

"In other words, almost all the diseases plaguing the Poison Blade Gang were sown by them."

"From this, we can see that the previous Niyo Clinic should also be a branch of the Red King's Laboratory, just like the Yuri Clinic, it was one of their peripheral strongholds."

Thinking of this, Ivan exclaimed in amazement, "These guys are really crazy, using an entire block as their experimental field."

As he pondered, his eyes were fixed on the dark street ahead.

"It's still uncertain what's deep inside this street. If we play dead and get moved in, and there's a master-level being inside, it'll be like lambs to the slaughter."

"There are still pedestrians around, and we don't know much about this guy. It would be risky to make a move rashly."

"Since that's the case—let's just be patient and avoid confrontation for now."

"Let's go back and ask Dr. Forem before making any further plans! Today's gains are enough."

"at last----"

Ivan suppressed a smile.

"I wonder if this guy will choose to chase me all the way to Guding Street to continue his pursuit after seeing my crushing defeat."

"Good brother! I hope you can come."

"Welcome to the vibrant Guding Street!"

The next second, Ivan began to cough violently.

His body began to convulse violently, and he knelt on the ground, one hand supporting his knee and the other clutching his chest.

"Damn pretty boy! What did you do to me!?"

His voice was hoarse, carrying a weak anger.

>