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

Chapter 173 Abundant Loot, Fog Brain Plague Evolution!

Standing on the street, Evan patted his stomach contentedly, then grinned and put his arm around David's neck.

After being embraced, David hurriedly whispered, "Gently—gently."

Evan then remembered that the guy's skin had become abnormally sensitive because of the drug trials.

He paused for a moment, then remembered that Hill had barely eaten anything during the meal.

He could tell that Hill had taken the shark potion and now had no sense of smell, so food tasted like nothing at all.

David sighed, "You little rascal, you didn't expect to play dumb with me and come here to freeload, did you?"

Ivan grinned. "What's a little money? Didn't the judge already say so?"

"We performed heroically this time, and we'll get medals and bonuses in a couple of days! I guarantee we'll make a fortune."

David's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right! We've now gotten involved with the authorities thanks to Arkham!"

Hill nodded, his eyes filled with joy and pride as he looked at Evan.

"After all, Arkham is now a specially invited expert, and he's not on the same level as us ordinary folks."

Hearing Hill's sarcastic joke, Evan waved his hand dismissively.

"From today onwards, you two are my assistants! Follow me, and I guarantee you'll live the high life!"

"Hahaha!"

Afterwards, the three of them walked and chatted for a while in the cold evening wind of December.

Finally, they each boarded the tram and returned home.

At 7:30 p.m., Evan finally returned to his lair.

After quickly setting up a spiritual shield, he immediately began to take stock of today's spoils.

Although today is an inauspicious day, fortunately, his lineage can enhance the success rate of spellcasting through the blessing of bodily fluids.

He hurriedly took out the rather ordinary-looking black cloak from his bosom.

Although the cloak looked ordinary, it felt icy cold to the touch.

The material is somewhat similar to suede, with a leather-like texture and fine fuzz.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see something wriggling inside.

This kind of wriggling would be terrifying for ordinary people, but it doesn't bother Evan at all now.

He then drew a magic circle to prepare offerings, and then chanted in a low voice.

"Mercurius, speak the truth."

"Unveil the hidden state."

As the incantation was recited, the soul emerged from the magic circle, but seemed to sense that something was amiss, so it tried to return to its original position.

Just then, Ivan manipulated the slime, trapping it in the middle like a large net and pulling it out.

The soul was then enveloped in a web of slime and began its work with trepidation.

"It's called the Shadow Devouring Cloak! Once you put it on, you will become invisible, and all beings with spiritual vision below 22 points will be unable to see you."

"In return, the user needs to feed it a piece of their own flesh every Sunday. Once it has consumed a certain amount, it can gain special growth."

"Otherwise it will devour everything you have in an instant."

Upon hearing this price, Ivan's eyes lit up.

"A piece of flesh and blood? That's too easy."

"It just so happens to be Sunday, so let's give it a try!"

Thinking of this, his left hand turned bronze and was about to grab his buttocks and tear off a piece of flesh when Evan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I can't feed it flesh and blood directly. What if this guy gets dissolved by my poisonous blood!?"

"Wait! Flesh and blood?"

Thinking of this, Evan had a flash of inspiration. He immediately knelt under the bed and took out a piece of rust that he had torn off in the past few days.

The rusted area of ​​a fully upgraded copper plague is quite large.

Each time it's like a piece of her buttocks; if this continues, there won't be enough room to hide under the bed.

He took out the rusty copper butt, blew off the dust, and handed it to the cloak.

The cloak seemed to come alive after sensing the rust.

The entire cloak took on a shape resembling a large mouth, wriggling over and enveloping the rusty bronze within.

Under Ivan's gaze, a series of extremely grating chewing sounds rang in his ears.

It didn't sound like the normal sound of biting into cartilage; it sounded more like the screeching sound of a hydraulic press cutting metal.

"emm————"

The entire shadow cloak trembled as it was chewed.

It seems that this thing is so hard that it requires all one's strength.

It's also like the excitement caused by eating some delicious food.

The process of being devoured lasted about five minutes, after which the cloak instantly straightened.

When fully unfolded, the cloak transformed into a piece of suede approximately 1.8 meters long and 1.5 meters wide.

Then it fell straight down.

Ivan couldn't hold back any longer: "Good heavens, why did this kid suddenly stand at attention?!"

Then he looked down.

Now you can see that only half of your rusty buttocks has been bitten off.

You can see various twisted and ferocious teeth marks on the rusty muscle texture.

It's clear that it took a lot of effort to chew it; there are several teeth marks that you can see it took several bites to remove.

Just then, the cloak that had been standing at attention was brought back to its senses.

Its overall state was like that of a drunk dog wriggling on the ground, climbing up Ivan's legs to his shoulder.

The cloak was quite docile at this moment, lying motionless on the shoulder, and faintly emanating a special fluctuation.

Evan, of course, didn't understand what the fluctuations meant, but his 1% intuition told him so.

This guy seems to be having a blast!

Now it's full, and it's in a state of bliss.

Seeing the cloak reveling in its rusty rear end, Ivan grinned and then swept the cloak over his own body with a wave of his hand.

He then quickly went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

He was standing in front of the mirror, but the mirror was completely empty.

"I never imagined that I could become completely invisible without covering my head."

"But why can't I see it? Oh! The Insight Potion has lost its effect."

He then tested the cloak.

Discovering this hidden cloak doesn't require covering the entire body; the cloak only needs to cover 60% of the body for the person to become completely invisible.

"Excellent! Very good! You can give it a thumbs up!"

Looking at the empty mirror, Evan nodded repeatedly.

After the test, he was about to take off the cloak when he found that the guy was clinging to him and wouldn't leave.

"Little sister, you can stay, but you need to hide yourself. Don't let your good brother attract too much attention!"

The cloak seemed to understand what Evan meant.

It began to fold itself up quickly, then slipped over Evan's shoulder and into his collar, eventually wrapping around his waist.

The folded cape is not very large; at first glance, it looks like a rather wide belt.

"No wonder it's a ghoul wizard's treasure." Ivan nodded repeatedly after seeing that this thing could be folded.

After finishing the cloak, Ivan took out his second trophy.

This thing is only about half the size of a fist.

It looks like a walnut kernel, except that this walnut is made entirely of bone, and there is a slightly open, ferocious mouth on one side of the top.

At this moment, the skeletal walnut seemed to have lost its vitality, lying motionless in Evan's palm.

Ivan then drew another magic circle for verification.

As the soul was captured for the second time by the slime net, a voice, indistinguishable by gender or age, rang out with a sense of helplessness.

"It is called the Blessing of the Ghost King."

"If you swallow it, the Ghost King's blessing will reside in your stomach. Once you have suffered enough damage to be fatal, it can mark the target that attacked you, and the target will form a spiritual connection with you."

"In return, you must hold a ceremony every Saturday to worship the great, sinister god of bones and appease the deity."

"Otherwise, you will be transformed into an ordinary ghoul without any self-awareness."

Upon seeing the properties of this thing, Evan instantly understood why Martin could still curse him even though he was already dead.

"So it was this damn thing that did all this!" Evan's voice was full of understanding.

"After establishing a spiritual connection, he can directly cast all sorts of curses on me."

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"After all, spirituality is too crucial."

Having grasped the principles of stealth in daytime combat, Ivan turned his attention to the functionality itself.

"I now have the resilience to withstand a fatal attack, and I will not die after taking a fatal attack."

"This thing is quite a good match for my current state, even though I don't know any curses right now."

"But as long as a spiritual connection is established, it can at least help me determine where the enemy is, and I can then supplement my methods of dealing with them."

Without a second thought, Evan ate it.

Before the thing could pass through the esophagus and enter the stomach, Evan saw the notification.

[The foggy-headed encephalopathy excitedly exclaimed: "Can I consume the 'Ghost King's Blessing'? It's enough to allow me to achieve a qualitative leap!"]

"Oh? There's another surprise?"

Ivan stroked his chin, not in a hurry to agree.

Because the blessing from the Ghost King is currently well-matched with my ability to bear it.

It can also be used in some combos, making it a pretty good magic weapon.

But after a two-second silence, Ivan waved his hand.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

"Take a gamble and you might win big."

"Disagreeing would be a disservice to the great contributions I made to the fight against smog-induced encephalitis."

"It's just a magical artifact, give it to me!"

With Ivan choosing to agree.

He immediately sensed that the skeletal walnut he had swallowed seemed to be feeling fear.

It began to gnaw at its own stomach lining, trying to escape.

At the same time, Ivan could feel waves of frenzied bestiality spreading through his stomach.

However, this struggle quickly subsided.

He clearly felt the fog instantly travel from his brain to his stomach.

Then, a thick, oil-like mist enveloped the thing completely.

The skeletal walnut struggled for less than five seconds before going out completely.

Then Ivan clearly heard a series of sounds coming from his stomach, like cracking walnuts.

However, the sound was more like cracking open a skull than cracking open a walnut.

[The fog and brain plague devoured the Ghost King's blessing!]

[WARNING! The Fog Brain Plague has absorbed a massive amount of power and is undergoing unpredictable and peculiar mutations!]

[The foggy encephalopathy patient has entered a deep sleep. Estimated awakening time: 12 hours.]

As the notification appeared, Ivan immediately felt a certain instinct disappear from his body.

At this moment, all the characteristics of the fog brain plague became ineffective, and even the self-awareness and physical constitution that had been deducted were returned.

In an instant, an incredibly strong sense of self-awareness even gave Ivan a feeling akin to paranoia.

"I'm always right! I could never do anything wrong!"

"What I believe is the truth! What I see is reality!"

Because the change was happening so rapidly, Evan still had some time to react.

"Oh no! I need to go to sleep."

This excessive self-centeredness can easily lead to some unpredictable consequences.

Ivan didn't dare to look at the memories left behind by the ghoul wizard.

So he quickly tried to fall asleep.

Sap Estate.

Old Sap leaned back in his chair, seemingly falling into some kind of slumber.

On the edge of a dreamlike realm, in a deep cave.

Sap, still dressed in a respectable suit, sat on a stone chair.

Standing opposite him was Klaus, a master-level ghoul whose face was now completely disfigured and whose head was half gone.

"What happened to your face?" Sap asked, his brow furrowed.

Klaus wasn't telling the truth; a chilling smile appeared on his half-mouth.

"He was shot in the face by the Holy Sword Execution Team before he left, leaving a corrosive wound."

Sap nodded: "How's the plan going? You've really gone too far this time; I can't cover it up anymore."

Klaus's voice remained calm: "The plan is progressing quite smoothly; that bottle of Christmas potion is basically finished—"

become."

"The blood left behind by those three witchers perfectly confirmed my previous conjecture."

"Using concentrated blood from Witchers as a buffer is actually more effective than the buffer from the Healing Church."

"Once this potion is successfully prepared, the Holy Son can be born smoothly."

"In this way, with the help of the Holy Son, you can gain a long lifespan without losing your current power."

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Sap wasn't stupid; he asked sharply.

"What exactly happened at the cannery today? Why was your retreat so chaotic?"

"Why did those reckless witchers still manage to find fault with us?"

"Did Arkham display any other extraordinary abilities today?"

Klaus said without changing his expression.

"He doesn't have many extraordinary abilities; his main ability now is that he can consume a lot of magic potions."

"Based on my estimate, he consumed at least seven potions today, and at least three of them were intermediate potions."

He sighed and continued with regret.

"We never expected this guy to have such a high ceiling, which is why Martin was unexpectedly killed."

"However, this time we have also thoroughly grasped his background. His true situation is almost exactly the same as the information you provided."

"The reason why it is so powerful in combat is entirely due to the powerful effects of various magical potions."

It's obvious that Klaus has ulterior motives.

He saw Ivan's strange wings, and he also saw Ivan's seemingly indestructible physique.

But he didn't tell Sap a single word at that moment.