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

Chapter 145 This time, the goddess's protection was truly too great.

That enormous face is beyond description.

The only thing you can see is that it has a total of ten eyes.

Each eye was deep and cold, like a void.

Pilsson fainted immediately after seeing those eyes.

And Evan, after seeing those eyes in his memory.

In an instant, he felt his spirituality suffer a severe blow.

Those ten eyes were like a vicious dog, instantly tearing off ten pieces of its own spiritual flesh!

pat!

[Insight +1.]

Before he could react, he was instantly stunned.

Consciousness is blurred, and thinking is frozen.

He vaguely sensed a giant hand descending from the sky.

That hand was enormous, each finger like a towering tree.

It was reaching towards his head, trying to grab his brain.

We need to take his consciousness and soul out of his mind.

Just as Evan felt his entire soul being grasped in the palm of that towering hand.

[The fast-acting purifying potion has cleansed your fear and intimidation!]

In an instant, the suffocating sense of oppression subsided by more than half.

Ivan suddenly regained consciousness.

However, when he opened his eyes, he found that he had not returned to reality and was still trapped in this space of consciousness.

The large tree with the human face in the distance had become blurry, but the ten deep eyes were still watching him!

Before he could react, a large number of twisted tree roots appeared out of thin air.

It truly comes from all directions, up, down, left, and right!

The tree roots, like countless gray-white snakes, instantly pierced Ivan's soul.

Waves of indescribable stinging pain began to constantly irritate his mind.

[An invisible intelligent species parasitized!]

"An invisible intelligent species? What is that?"

Although he didn't understand what it was, Evan was now feeling an extremely terrifying state.

After being parasitized by this thing, he felt his entire being's spirituality being rapidly drained.

Thoughts blocked, spirits lost.

It felt like someone was sticking a straw into his skull and sucking out his brain matter.

Ivan could even hear the gurgling sound of it being sucked in.

Moist, greedy, and incredibly creepy!

At the critical moment, Ivan let out a loud roar in his mind.

"Fog and brain plague! Strike!"

Since this tree can produce Y virus parasites, it means that it must have a homology with haze encephalitis!

With his command, new prompts began to refresh on the panel.

[The Fog Brain Plague has discovered the roots of an invisible intelligent species!]

[The Fog Plague has devoured the roots of the Invisible Intelligence Seed, progress +3%.]

[The Fog Plague has devoured the roots of the Invisible Intelligence Seed, progress +3%.]

The prompts on the panel kept refreshing, with a new one popping up every second or less.

At the same time, Evan felt the feeling of being suppressed and drained from his brain gradually receding.

A strange mist was gathering around his soul.

The fog was grayish-blue, predominantly gray, with occasional glimmers of blue starlight within it.

The fog was so thick it resembled oil floating in the air, with a greasy and heavy texture.

At the same time, the fog gives people an indescribable sense of profundity, like a veil that can obscure the truth of the whole world.

As the ever-growing tree roots pierced the thin mist, the mist immediately began to throb and expand.

The roots that enter the mist are completely absorbed and digested within seconds.

Each time you absorb something, a +3 will pop up on the panel.

The speed is extremely impressive.

This state lasted for about seven or eight seconds.

After all the roots were completely devoured, the progress of the fog encephalopathy disease had reached 29.4%.

We're just 0.6% away from activating the first stage effect!

Ivan couldn't help but curse.

"That damn parasite! Couldn't you have chosen a different way to die?! Damn it!"

If the Y-virus parasite hadn't been dissolved in the blood but instead been directly devoured by the foggy encephalitis, it would have already exceeded 30% by now.

After the foggy encephalopathy devoured all the roots, the thin layer of grayish-blue fog quickly dissipated.

Before Evan could catch his breath, a strange whisper suddenly echoed in his mind.

"#￥%#%？"

The voice, like the whispers of Mason's ancestor, the Moon Spirit, was still in a language he couldn't understand.

But he could barely detect a hint of surprise and doubt in the voice.

Ivan then found himself in a desolate desert.

The surrounding sand was all twisted and black, not a normal desert.

The air was filled with an indescribable stench of decay, as if the whole world was slowly rotting away.

In the very center of this desert stands a tree.

That tree was so big it defied description.

It's so large that just looking at it can cause a physical pain in the brain, making one instinctively want to give up thinking.

Because it can hold so much, it's beyond our comprehension!

Its trunk stretches across the entire sky, its canopy covers the entire field of vision, and its roots extend far below the horizon.

The moment Evan saw the tree, he froze on the spot.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Two consecutive beeps.

[Insight +2.]

A continuous increase in clairvoyance indicates a sustained decline in spirituality.

At this point, Evan's mental state was extremely weak.

If it weren't for the large amount of potions he had consumed earlier that strengthened his willpower and self-awareness, he would have been completely lost by now.

They don't know who they are, where they are, or why they exist.

"Damn it! How come one after another? I just finished one and another one comes along."

"Luckily, I took the energy potion beforehand, otherwise my spiritual energy would have been completely depleted, and I would have gone crazy on the spot."

Just as he was pondering what to do next, a sound as loud as if the sky were falling and the earth was splitting open rang out.

it's dark!

Ibn instinctively raised his head.

A giant hand woven from countless tree trunks is descending from the sky.

Each finger on that hand was as thick as a mountain range.

The entire hand exuded a suffocatingly enormous aura, as if a continental plate had come to its own consciousness and was trying to crush him.

"Holy crap! It doesn't seem like a hallucination."

The remaining thoughts raced through my mind.

"Can anyone help me? Copper plague? No way! Fog encephalopathy? That's even worse!"

"The Wings of the Black Sun? Not even fully formed yet—Cain's Thirst for Blood? Not enough either—"

After a moment's thought, Ivan realized something.

He suddenly looked up and roared at the purplish-gray sky.

"My dearest ancestors! My dearest great-grandmother! Please help your grandson!!"

"If your grandson dies, there won't be anyone to make you thick soup anymore!!"

Last time, in the territory of Mason's ancestors, although that land showed anger after he poisoned his servant.

But the other party did not actually harm him; they simply drove him out.

He wasn't sure what the other person's purpose was, but one thing he was pretty sure of was that this ancestor didn't want to die yet.

as predicted!

With his two loud roars, three points of light suddenly flashed across this boundless space.

They were extremely small, like three distant stars.

Then Ivan saw several geometric lines appear out of thin air in the space.

Those lines sliced ​​through him in an instant at a bizarre, impossible angle.

It's as if someone used an invisible knife to cut several slits in three-dimensional space that don't belong to this dimension.

The cuts quickly connected, forming a three-dimensional triangle that completely enveloped Evan.

At the very moment the geometric solid closes—

call!

The world spun around.

When Evan opened his eyes again, he found himself back in that familiar place.

Barren fields, a purplish-gray sky. An old, dilapidated barn nearby.

However, this time he wasn't on that flesh-crushing machine, but in an open space outside.

The mysterious realm of Mason's ancestors.

Upon seeing the farm, Evan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

His face was as pale as if he had just come back to life, and he was still in shock, with his lips and hands trembling uncontrollably.

Even in such a disheveled state, he still managed to let out a strange laugh.

"Damn old tree! Next time we meet, I'll tear your hood off the ground!"

He then looked around and sighed with lingering fear.

"This time we really received the blessing of my great-grandmother."

He took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Grandma! Where are you?

"Your most loyal subject! Your most filial son! Your most beloved grandson! Arkham has come to see you!"

The sound echoed continuously through the empty farm.

Several seconds passed, and no one responded.

Just then, another notification popped up on the panel.

[The quick-acting purifying potion has cleansed your fear!]

The Anti-Moon Potion has purified your neurasthenia!

After two consecutive purifications, Evan's mental state improved significantly.

The feeling of trembling and impending collapse finally subsided.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"I have to say, you're really hard to kill."

It wasn't a normal woman's voice; it sounded like a child's.

I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but I instinctively felt that the other person wasn't very big.

Evan looked around but couldn't see anything.

He understood the next second.

His ancestor had already reached the level of a superior being.

Due to the suppression of rank, he naturally couldn't see the other party with his limited spiritual vision.

He immediately started crying and wailing.

"Thank you so much, Great-Grandma, for saving my life! How could I have lived without you!"

"Grandma, your voice sounds so young! Congratulations on looking so young again! May you stay forever young!"

The childlike voice snorted coldly.

"Don't try to get close to me. I'm not your great master; I'm just one of his familiars."

Ivan's expression froze for a moment, then he quickly composed himself and returned to a serious demeanor.

He coughed and said, "But in any case, please convey my respect and gratitude to my great-grandmother."

"I misunderstood her before."

The unseen familiar let out a low laugh.

"Don't you have any shame or a sense of decency? I've never seen such a shameless person before."

Evan sighed with emotion, "My adoration for my great-grandmother has made me disregard shame and dignity!"

The familiar paused for a moment, seemingly sensing that this guy was acting strangely, then it changed the subject and stated its purpose.

"You are able to realize that it was your master who saved you, and your master is very satisfied."

"You don't need to worry about your master posing any threat to you from now on."

"After you took down that piece of trash last time, your master saw your potential."

"You won't be on the master's menu anymore, and the master hopes you can meet her expectations."

Upon hearing this, Ivan immediately understood.

"It seems that the last wave of poisonous blood made our ancestors realize my value. Now they're not using the strategy of draining the pond to catch all the fish, but rather adopting a strategy of raising pigs."

However, Ivan wouldn't waste time on issues that hadn't even occurred yet, so he asked instead.

"What expectations does my great-grandmother have for me? I will definitely work even harder!"

The childlike voice hummed as it spoke.

"You're too weak right now! If you want to be qualified to be used by your master and generate your own value, you'll have to become a master first."

"You are perfectly safe until you become a master."

A knowing glint flashed in Evan's eyes.

He is safe until he becomes a master, which is equivalent to giving him a clear period of safety.

He then asked curiously, "Mr. Messenger, what was that thing just now? It looked quite dangerous."

The familiar's voice scoffed, "Ignorance is bliss! You want to taste everything, and you want to see everything."

"Are the things of the Primordial Sages something you, at your level, can just casually peek into?"

"That being is said to be the first intelligent life in the entire world, and it is said that all wisdom today originates from Him."

"He is regarded as a god by the entire tree spirit profession. In many esoteric religious rituals, the Primordial Sage is equivalent to the symbol of the Tree of Life."

"What you've come into contact with this time is merely the scraps of the roots of the roots of the roots."

"In the end, what you see is nothing more than an illusion residing in a single root."

Ivan's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, looking somewhat resentful.

Only then did he finally realize the enormity of his mistake.

In short: I'm 19 years old, a student in the Qi Refining stage, and it seems I've cut off a strand of hair from a Great Immortal.

Then, attracting the other person's attention, they glanced in their direction.

That one glance almost killed him.

He stood up and stretched. "Mr. Messenger, is there anything else Grandma needs to tell me? If not, I'll head back now."

The familiar, whose location was unknown, warned, "I don't want this kind of idiotic recklessness to happen again."

"Many forces cannot be transmitted to you through physical contact."

"Some high-ranking beings, even those memory fragments that have been passed down dozens of times, can easily infect you and turn you into a monster."

"Here's one last piece of advice! Don't try to pry into the gods of other professions. Just dutifully worship the gods of your own profession."

Evan nodded knowingly, then tentatively asked.

"Then, messenger, please tell me, what is the name of the Witcher's god?"

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Then came a long silence.

Just as he was about to ask further questions, a dizzying sensation struck him.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself back in his apartment on Guding Street.