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

Chapter 151 Phase One: Fog Brain Plague

At this moment, Professor Byron had completely lost his previous arrogance, with a gentle and refined smile on his lips and a mild tone.

He still turned his face halfway to Evan.

"I heard you went to the hospital to help out. Since I didn't have time this afternoon, I came over to ask what symptoms you were experiencing after taking the medicine."

Ivan walked in with a smile.

"Professor, you're too kind, making the trip yourself."

As he spoke, he walked toward the kitchen to pour some water.

It was during this process that Evan was shocked to discover that Professor Byron, who was standing there, only had half a body.

Half a face, one eye, one arm, one leg —

Half a torso!

The other half is completely empty!

Yet this person, who only has half a body, is now chatting and laughing with him.

His mouth was half-open in a smile, one eye was looking at Evan, and one leg was firmly planted on the floor.

It looked so eerie and terrifying.

Ivan couldn't help but feel a little nervous and asked tentatively.

"Professor, are you alright? What about the other half of your body?"

Professor Byron, now only half-formed, spoke with an air of refined gentleness completely opposite to his usual demeanor.

"Please rest assured, child, this is one of my characteristics. My other half is busy with work and doesn't have time to do these ordinary things."

When Evan heard this, he immediately felt that it was somewhat absurd.

Work is so busy that it splits you in two.

What level of scroll is this?

He then truthfully reported the relevant side effects, just like last time: "Aside from my arm being a little numb for a while, the rest of the situation was no different from before."

Professor Byron, now only half-finished, nodded, finished recording everything, and then took two more bottles of potions from his pocket and handed them over.

"Since you haven't had time at noon lately, let's change it to the evening. That way, you can report the final side effects to me the next morning."

Ivan nodded: "No problem, Professor."

Then, under Byron's watchful eye, he drank both potions in two gulps.

[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%.]

[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 statuses. Maximum duration 4.]

Second-rate.】

The medication's effects are the same as before, with no significant changes.

After seeing that he had finished eating, Byron handed him twenty-five dollars as payment.

Then, his half-body walked through the wall in a normal walking posture and disappeared.

Ivan looked at the spot on the wall that had no trace, feeling a little curious.

"What kind of job trait is this? It looks quite interesting."

"If I acquire this property, can I cram even more brain cells into the secondary brain?"

"Then I'll have my secondary brain do the studying while I go out and have some fun?"

After writing down the idea, he quickly composed himself and looked at the fourth characteristic he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Fog-induced encephalopathy.

【warn! 】

[Exceptional Trait: The rate of Fog Brain Plague has reached 49.4%, and the first stage of its effects is about to be activated.]

[After activating the first stage, you can use the plague as a carrier to create a brain plague fog within your own mind, thereby greatly enhancing your mental resistance.]

[Warning: This effect is a cumulative extraordinary property, not a drug, and its side effects cannot be reversed.]

[Upon activation, you will gain the following weaknesses:]

[1. Primary Nihilism: Your self-awareness decreases by 10%.]

[2. Initial Collapse: Your constitution decreases by 1 point.]

Evan looked at the two brief lines describing the side effects and licked his lips.

"Good, good, good. After taking so many medicines over the past few days, my accumulated self-awareness has finally come in handy."

"As for the 1 point of physical constitution, it doesn't matter to me now."

After confirming the side effects, he activated his Demon Hunter Vision to ensure the surroundings were safe.

Then I clicked OK.

The next second, it got dark.

Even with the Demon Hunter's Vision, nothing could be seen.

It was as if an incredibly thick fog had obscured his eyes or his brain; in any case, he couldn't see anything.

Then he vaguely felt a whooshing sound, like a gust of wind, coming from his head.

Thick, viscous fog rose from inside his skull.

The mist seemed to have a tangible quality, oily and heavy.

It enveloped his brain, making Ivan feel his thoughts become sluggish.

Even with a question as basic as one plus one, he would pause for a second or two before he could react.

Strangely, this dullness wasn't unpleasant; instead, it gave him an indescribable sense of security.

It's as if once your spirit is enveloped by this mist, you're no longer afraid of anything.

At that moment, Evan felt as if he had returned to his mother's embrace.

Lie down in the mist, empty your mind, and embrace eternal peace.

Even though he vaguely sensed that there were two enormous beings watching him from outside the mist, beings that could crush him with the slightest movement.

But he still felt no fear.

Or rather, his reaction speed was slow enough that his brain didn't have time to process the fear.

It is unknown how long this state lasted.

Then Ivan suddenly came to his senses, the fog instantly dissipated, and everything around him returned to normal.

The process of acquiring this characteristic was completely different from the previous ones.

He didn't hear any strange noises, nor did he feel any fear; he felt as if he had just had a comfortable nap.

He looked down, took out his pocket watch, and saw that only five minutes had passed.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, he carefully sensed the surroundings.

Soon, a completely new instinct emerged in his consciousness.

He could clearly feel a ring of mist, like liquid, surrounding his head.

The mist instinctively swirled around my brain, as if putting a bulletproof vest over my entire brain.

Moreover, this bulletproof vest is not the usual outer covering.

It has completely penetrated the brain, covering every fold and synapse, and protecting the soul and consciousness deep within the brain.

"nice one!"

Ivan's face was full of joy and excitement.

"With this in my head, I'll never have to worry about being suddenly controlled again."

His mental state has always been his weakness, and he has always had to rely on amulets and iron potions to get through it.

Now he can throw away the Ironblood Potion wheelchair.

In non-extreme situations, there is no need to turn yourself into a ruthless robot.

Even in the future, there can be space in the rectum to store other life-saving drugs.

"We're almost halfway there now. We need to stay in touch with Pilsner more often. As for finding a scapegoat for the ceremony, let's forget about that."

"Once might be a coincidence, but if I'm involved twice, then old Sap will definitely come after me."

Having determined the next steps, Evan looked down at his current complete attributes.

[Occupation: Witcher]

[Rank: Apprentice]

【Traits: Cain Thirst; Copper Plague; Wings of the Black Sun (8.801%); Mist Brain Plague (+49.4%)】

[Constitution: 11.606→11.282]

[Spirit: 4.03→4.764]

[Vision: 4→8]

[Talent: Power of Nine Dragons]

Special Skills Panel:

[Super Self-Healing Power: Lightning Speed]

Intuition: 1%

Self-awareness: 2%

[Tolerance: 6.5% → 7.5%]

Blood quality: 516.5% → 520.5%

[Blood toxicity: 96% → 134%]

Solar affinity: 62% → 93%

Status panel:

Silver resistance: -54% → -41%

[Reactance: -30% → -18%]

[A Glimpse into the Reality: 144 Hours Remaining]

[Spiritual trauma: 144 hours remaining]

[The Sin of Peeping at God: 144 hours remaining]

"In addition to intuition, the strengths panel now includes self-awareness."

"The first stage of 'fog encephalopathy' reduced self-awareness by 10%, and now only 2% remains."

"That means all those medications and viruses you took before only increased your chances by 12%."

"My constitution didn't drop as much as I expected. Although it did decrease a little, the potions I've been taking recently and the passive bonus from the Fog Brain Plague have made up for it."

"In the end, it only dropped by less than 0.4, which is perfectly acceptable."

"The electrical resistance is already below 20%, so even if you are shocked by an electric shock, you will only go blind, not lose your fighting ability."

"Silver resistance is still somewhat fatal, but the progress is encouraging."

"The blood toxicity has exceeded 100, and the solar affinity is about to exceed 100 as well."

At present, solar affinity is not obvious.

Every day, Ivan walks in the sun, and apart from feeling light-footed and mentally comfortable, there are no other obvious effects.

After all, the effect of the Sun Believer is based on the value of Sun Affinity.

The current figures are still too low.

Based on his own feelings, Evan estimated that a solar affinity of 500% would be needed for noticeable results.

Then, his gaze fell on the "Spiritual Vision" column: 8 o'clock.

It's only 2 points away from the 10 points required for expert level.

Mastering three perfect extraordinary traits and achieving a level of 10 in clairvoyance allows one to advance to the expert level.

Now, I'm just one step away from gaining spiritual vision, which I can obtain directly with a quick-acting potion if necessary.

"Very good, the top priority now is to maximize the supply of 'fog brain plague' as quickly as possible."

He took out the last two bottles of energy potion and purification potion and drank them.

Unfortunately, those three debuffs were at a very high level.

Neither the purification potion nor the anti-moon potion could do anything about them; no matter how they tried to purify these three, they remained completely unaffected.

"Tomorrow, I'll first go find Morales to get that bone plate, and then I'll go find Hill to discuss the recent situation."

Ivan then quickly fell asleep.

While Ivan was sleeping.

In the basement of a building on Guding Street.

After a few days of relative calm, Gusteau was now going crazy.

His gray-white blind eyes were wide open, and he muttered to himself in embarrassment.

"What's going on! How come after only a few days of peace, they're drinking potions again without any protection?"

"Friend, you can't put me in such a difficult position."

After sighing a few times with great difficulty, Gusteau, who rarely went out on his own initiative, stood up after a struggle with his conscience.

It's 11:30 PM.

Gust quietly arrived outside Ivan's apartment, then squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, rubbed it in his palm a few times, and muttered a couple of times.

An earthen-yellow dome rose from his palm and enveloped Ivan's entire apartment.

"Yes, friends should help each other out appropriately for free, yes! That's right."

Gusté comforted himself as he quietly left.

at the same time.

Haien Street is located half a pier away from Guding Street.

Two young men, still dressed in sharp suits, were walking down the street in the darkness.

They also noticed the scent of potions emanating from Guding Street.

The young man on the left scoffed, "That idiot's making a fool of himself again? Looks like Gust won't have a peaceful future either."

The young man on the right was completely different from the one on the left. His eyes were red, his mind seemed unstable, and his voice carried a suppressed mania.

"Then let's kill him and use his blood to make medicine."

You could tell he wanted to let out a triumphant roar, but an invisible force was suppressing his voice to a normal level.

The young man on the left grabbed his companion's shoulder and whispered.

"We do need the Witcher's blood as a vessel to hold more viruses, but we shouldn't choose him."

"He's already attracted too much attention; we already have other options in mind, don't we?"

The burly young man on the right grinned.

Then his mouth stretched into a wide grin.

Half of his face was torn apart, the skin shattered, revealing the rotten, twisted, purplish-black cheek underneath.

The jagged fangs on the upper and lower jaws gleamed moistly in the moonlight, sending chills down one's spine just by looking at them.

The young man on the left shouted, "What are you thinking! Change back right now!"

The burly young man then came to his senses, hurriedly covered his face with his hands and twisted it a couple of times before finally managing to pull his face back.

The two then moved silently into the shadows, searching for their prey for the night.

The young man on the left muttered to himself as he walked.

"The great skeletal saint is about to descend."

"As long as we can get guidance from the White Bone Saint, we will no longer have to cower in that dangerous and barren dreamland cave."

""

"We can create our own kingdom in this material world!!"

The next morning, after washing up, Evan tallied up the money he had on hand.

I had a little over $160 left after buying the high-grade potions last time.

I recently received a $1,000 bonus, $75 for drug testing, and a few dollars in detective agency wages.

Excluding the cost of monster materials and the daily food expenses of two dollars.

He still has $1,014 on hand, which is still a very substantial amount of savings.

"I should buy a few decent outfits; I can't keep running around in secondhand clothes."

As for the wallet he swiped from Willens yesterday, he wasn't in a hurry to use it.

An appraisal ceremony cannot be held yet, and we dare not use it casually without knowing its positive or negative effects.

After all, Vic said it was a level four magic weapon.

According to Dr. Armitage's explanation, level four magical artifacts already have quite good effects.

It can stop bullets, become invisible, and even fly.

This wallet, which a financier uses to store money, is no ordinary item.

He put his wallet and cash into two separate pockets, went downstairs, ate a sixty-cent breakfast, and then walked through the alley to the main street.

I strode into the respectable clothing store that I had never dared to look at twice before.

After half an hour.

Ivan changed into a sharp black three-piece suit.

White shirt, dark gray vest, black coat.

She was wearing a pair of shiny brown leather shoes.

The total cost was $52.

He stood in front of the fitting room mirror, looking at the tall, handsome young man in the mirror with satisfaction on his face.

He adjusted his newsboy cap, which had cost him four dollars, and suddenly felt something was amiss.

"etc!"

"I've never dressed like this even when I go to see my senior sister. Why would I dress up like this when I'm going to ask Morales for a magical artifact?"

"Damn! What bad luck!"

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