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

Chapter 143 You also administer medication rectally? Then I approve of you.

With a sigh, Ivan glanced in the direction of the bedroom, where Pilsner was still standing, his body tense and unable to move.

"Are there any other spores on this guy that I can suck out?"

He wiped his mouth, pretended to flush the toilet, and walked back to the bedroom.

How many of these parasites do you still have?

Pierson's eyes, bloodshot from the plague and high fever, widened instinctively when he saw Ivan return unharmed.

"How is this possible? You're actually alright? Where did you put the Y-virus parasite?"

While speaking, Pilsson, with the keen observation skills honed over many years of scientific research, still managed to capture a detail.

Ivan's eyes were a little moist.

This guy looks like he was just crying!

Pearson naturally assumed that he was terrified by the parasitic infection of the Y virus.

So although his voice was hoarse, his tone carried a sense of superior composure.

"If you want to live, you'd better behave and I might be able to save your life."

"I can take back your virus right now, and I can also help stabilize the parasites in your body."

Ivan scoffed, "No need for that. I've taken care of that parasite. Didn't you hear me flushing the toilet?"

Pilsson's expression instantly crumbled, and he yelled, "Are you fucking insane?!"

"Do you even know what that mutant represents?! You actually flushed it down the toilet?! Do you know how serious the consequences are?!"

Ivan raised his fist and lightly punched the incessantly chattering mouth.

It corrected his overwhelming desire to express himself.

"Now answer my questions: How many of these mutants do you have left? What are your schemes on Poker Street?"

After a few seconds of silence, Pilsner asked, "After I tell you, will you let me go?"

Ivan grinned: "That depends on whether what you say is valuable to me."

"I'm giving you two choices: talk it out or you might live; don't, and you'll die right now."

After a moment of silence, Pilsner said, "I don't know much."

"These Y-virus parasites are now being mass-produced in the lab, about a hundred of them."

"But I'm not sure who it was assigned to, because I'm not high enough in rank."

"The reason I was assigned to this line is partly because I am mainly in charge of several clinics outside."

"On the other hand, it's because of my teacher—"

When he mentioned the word "teacher," his voice was filled with intense disgust.

"Damn old man!"

Ivan nodded knowingly and didn't ask any further questions.

"What is your purpose here on Poker Street right now?"

Pilsson's voice became increasingly shrill due to muscle spasms.

"We use the bodies of entire Poison Blade members to cultivate the viruses we need, and then use these viruses as nutrients to feed the Y virus parasites."

Ivan frowned slightly: "There are many ways to cultivate viruses, why do you insist on cultivating them on living people?"

Pearson stated, "Because the Y-virus parasite needs more than just the virus itself; it also needs the spirituality carried by these viruses!"

"Only viruses cultivated from living humans can sustain the Y virus parasite."

"Otherwise, their physical forms would be difficult to sustain on the material level."

Ivan nodded, not particularly surprised.

The true origin of this thing is likely the bone-eating plague worm.

It's only natural that fragments of power from the Great Old Ones require stringent conditions to maintain their existence in the material world.

"Just for this? To raise a few bugs?"

Sensing the contempt in Ivan's voice, a near-fanatical excitement surfaced on Pilsson's distorted face.

"What do you mean by 'raising a few worms'! You have no idea what the Y-virus parasite represents!"

His voice carried a missionary-like fervor.

"It is the future! It is a great force!"

"It not only perfectly compensates for our tree spirits' weaknesses, but it also allows us to see truly great gods!"

"You brute who only knows how to swing your fists! You have absolutely no idea how great and profound the knowledge it represents is!"

Ivan pursed his lips and said matter-of-factly, "I just don't know!"

"???"

This simple, unpretentious, and extremely honest self-awareness left Pilsson speechless.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, but he didn't know what to say.

Taking advantage of his silence, Ivan reached out and removed the antler crown from his head.

Then he took the tongue sword, which had returned to its withered wood form.

Pilsson snapped out of his daze, his voice tinged with pleading: "I've told you everything I know, can you let me go now?"

Ivan sighed, his tone tinged with regret.

"I was originally planning to let you go, but sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing."

The other party already knows that they can condense various viruses for attack.

Once this information is leaked, everyone will prepare countermeasures accordingly.

This also significantly diminishes his core combat deterrent capability.

The reason he hasn't taken action yet is that he plans to use the Silver Key to verify the accuracy of the information he just received.

Upon hearing this, Pilsson's bloodshot eyes widened suddenly.

"You despicable scoundrel! You have no integrity! I trusted you so much!"

Ivan blinked.

He always felt that this guy had a kind of pure stupidity about him.

He has a high scientific intelligence, but his social experience is practically zero.

It's like a PhD student who's spent too much time in the lab and is completely oblivious to the dangers of the world.

"Brother! You're here to kill me and turn me into a puppet. Do you think I should keep my word with you?"

Pilsson was stunned when he heard this.

He opened his mouth as if to refute something, but in the end he found that what the other person said made a lot of sense.

The next second, he roared through gritted teeth.

"Then let's all die together!"

In that instant, Ivan saw some familiar power-generating techniques in Pilsner's lower body.

The reaction speed brought by his 11.6 physique allowed Ivan to make a decision instantly and complete the counterattack.

Then I saw his fingers swiftly and precisely pinch Pilsson's spine.

Click!

The bronze-colored palm directly crushed his spine into several pieces.

The brain instantly lost control signals over the lower limb muscles, and Pilsner's gluteal muscles, which were about to clench, suddenly relaxed.

Then something fell out from between his tense legs.

A small medicine bottle, about the thickness of a finger.

The glass structure is quite fragile, as if it were designed to break easily when clamped.

It contained an orange-yellow liquid.

It's not a magic potion, but some kind of concentrated monster fluid.

Pilsson, whose spine was shattered, did not feel much pain due to his tree-like appearance.

But the expression on his face was one of pure, utter, and utter disbelief and shock.

"That's impossible!"

His voice was shrill and almost insane.

"Why! How did you find the medicine hidden in my rectum!?"

"Damn it! Have your demon hunters' vision been specially enhanced?!"

"Impossible! How did you know?! This is the ultimate method I used to kill my teacher!"

"How did you find out?!"

Pilsson was completely devastated.

From the very beginning, when he was about to make a move, he was suppressed by the other side.

Now that he sees no hope of survival, he prepares to use a trump card that only he knows about in the whole world, but the other party still discovers and stops him.

This immense sense of defeat completely robbed him of all fighting spirit.

He firmly believes that he is the first person in the world to invent rectal Tibetan medicine, which can be absorbed in critical moments.

Even his teacher didn't know this method.

It's not because he's smarter than the teacher.

It's not because he's been "developed" by his teacher too many times.

In the process of experiencing those perverse events time and time again, which he didn't want to recall, Pilsson inadvertently discovered a pattern.

Some special medications are absorbed more quickly through the rectum, resulting in a more rapid effect.

The first application he thought of was, of course, magic potions.

But this option was quickly ruled out.

The potion's effects were incredibly potent, and the bestial nature within it was even more frenzied.

Although tree spirits have slightly stronger drug resistance than other professions due to their physical structure, they can only take drugs occasionally and appropriately.

He believed that if he absorbed it through his rectum, he would instantly lose control and turn into a beast.

So he chose another path.

The enhancement fluid is extracted from the bodily fluids of monsters, purified, and concentrated to form a temporary physical enhancer.

His bottle of orange-yellow concentrate was extracted from a black tree spirit in the Dream Realm that requires nine points of spiritual vision to see.

Those tree spirits are not large in size, but each one is extremely agile and possesses a powerful material structure.

He conducted experiments.

After being absorbed through the rectum, this concentrate can strengthen the woody structure two to three times within about one minute and initiate the germination stage.

The germination stage allows his body structure to grow and regenerate continuously, thereby eliminating the infected viruses and the tissue charred by the flames.

After all, one of the core weaknesses of the Tree Spirit is its weakness to fire, just like the Bloodthirsty Seed is weak to silver.

He had always considered this his ultimate trump card, and even planned to use it to kill his teacher at a crucial moment.

However, today, his ultimate trump card was seen through by a brute witcher.

This completely destroyed his self-confidence.

Meanwhile, Ivan, squatting on the ground examining the bottle of orange-yellow liquid, also fell silent.

He never imagined that there would be anyone in this world who shared his way of thinking.

This has taken the practice of taking medicine to the point where it is absorbed through the rectum.

For a moment, he developed a subtle feeling for Pilsson.

It is a recognition of heroes appreciating heroes.

He recalled the teachings of Richard and Dr. Armitage.

Don't make enemies easily; try to make some friends.

He then reflected on his current network of relationships.

Aside from his fellow demon hunter brothers, it seems that he only has a good relationship with the mage Gray in other professions.

We don't know what Ryan's profession is yet, or even how long he will live.

The tree spirit in front of them was a researcher working in the Red King's laboratory.

They possess research capabilities and have access to resources and connections from major factions.

Most importantly, he has access to the Y virus parasite.

I have a great need for the Y-virus parasite, but I don't know enough about the internal workings of the Red King Laboratory.

If there were an inside contact at this moment —

Evan recalled Hill's actions when dealing with the Brotherhood of the Secrets snake people some time ago, the use of spiritual blood.

So he looked up and saw Pilsner's ashen face.

His pupils were dilated, his breath was weak, and his face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

He exuded an aura of utter disillusionment with life.

Ivan took a deep breath, carefully considered his words, and then began to speak.

"I must say, you are a genius."

Pilsson's unfocused eyes twitched slightly.

"It's amazing that someone would think of using this method to administer enhancement drugs to themselves."

Ivan's tone carried a genuine sense of appreciation.

"If it weren't for my keen insight, I might have actually been defeated by you today."

Pilsner's dilated pupils slowly narrowed, and he turned to look at Evan.

Ivan reached out and placed his hand on Pilsner's shoulder.

next second.

Pearson felt all the viruses that had been tormenting him disappear as quickly as the tide receded.

The fever disappeared, the cough stopped, and the muscle spasms subsided.

Within seconds, he found himself regaining control of his body.

He stared blankly at Evan, blinking repeatedly, completely unaware of what the other was trying to do.

Ivan got up and sat down on the chair next to him.

"You seem to harbor quite a bit of hatred towards your teacher."

Pilsson's voice was hoarse: "What's it to you?"

Evan fiddled with the orange-yellow potion in his hand and said, "I cherish geniuses, and your way of using potions is quite novel."

He put down the medicine bottle and reached out to turn on the knob of a kerosene lamp.

The flames leaped up. The warm yellow light illuminated Pilsson's handsome but now disheveled face, and also Ivan's profile.

The conflict between us is nothing more than a matter of being driven by self-interest.

"Since it's all about profit, why not cooperate?"

His voice carried an air of composure and the advice of someone in a superior position.

"I need more Y-virus parasites, and you can not only survive."

Ivan's voice became meaningful.

"I can even help you get rid of your teacher, so you won't have to suffer his torment anymore."

When the last sentence was uttered, Pilsner's body visibly stiffened.

Ivan had already discerned a lot from the way that small medicine bottle had fallen out.

This guy's skin in one place has become a bit loose due to the excessive gnarled roots of the old tree.

Add to that Pilsner's deep-seated hatred for Professor Lu Ji —

Even Ivan could tell from the bottom of his heart what kind of grudges had developed between them.

The flame of the kerosene lamp flickered gently between the two of them.

Pilsson sat on the floor, half of his body still in the shape of a tree, and remained silent.

After a good ten seconds, he tentatively asked.

"What do I need to do next?"

Ivan casually remarked, "I need more Y-virus parasites."

Pilsson then asked, "What can I get in return?"

Ivan smiled: "A change of fate, and an ample supply of the virus."

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