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

Chapter 230 Take a deep breath, she's really a good senior sister! (Seeking monthly votes)

Carefully examining the changes in his attributes, he realized that such a slight decrease in attributes wouldn't cause him to be on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Ivan has essentially identified the core issues.

"It seems that the core side effect of the potion injection is not the reduction of attributes, but the impact of bestiality on the mind."

"Beastly instincts—truly the most potent poison!"

"I was thinking that as long as the attribute reduction from the combat potion I plan to take in the future is less than the attribute increase from the potion I'm currently taking, I can take the potion first and then tough out the side effects during battle."

"But it's not realistic right now."

"Oral administration is okay, but injections are unbearable; the beastly impact is terrifying."

"But to unleash the Nine Dragons Tyrant, one must be injected with the cursed bestiality—"

"The panel's key function is secondary; its ability to increase or decrease attributes is secondary. The crucial thing is that it helps me suppress my bestial instincts!"

Thinking of this, Ivan shook his head.

Even though his spirit was already so firm due to the enhancement of various magical potions, and his enhanced self-awareness, willpower, and mental strength reached 7 points!

With the help of the attribute panel to revise his understanding, and the boost from potion resistance, he was able to barely withstand the impact of these three basic potions.

"Next time we need to save nine squares!"

"While these things don't have much impact on attributes, their effect on the brain is enormous!"

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Just as Evan was lost in thought, accompanied by a meow, Evan turned his head to look at Gold, who was looking up at him.

The secondary brain is now attached to the golden body, and within its soft body, it is grasping something.

Those were two jet-black ribs.

It was the superior rib belonging to the Black Sun Forger that Klaus used to control himself!

"This is good stuff!"

Upon seeing such a treasure, Ivan's dazed eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly stuffed the things into his backside.

Then Ivan tapped his head for the third time: "Now, only collecting loot can cheer me up!"

Ivan wasn't worried about the aimless ghouls.

Donning a shadow cloak, Ivan effortlessly blended into the ghoul horde.

The remaining loot was then quickly retrieved on the ground.

Including the gold and the two ribs that the secondary brain found, Ivan recovered a total of six Black Sun Forger ribs.

Apart from these ribs, there was nothing else of value.

After all, the battlefield was already in ruins, with large areas completely corroded by its own poisonous breath.

With such a fierce battle just now, whether we'll survive is uncertain, so who has the mind to care about the quality of the spoils!

Many of the extraordinary individuals who enter are also souls, and they generally have an attitude of having nothing to lose and not caring if they die.

"Regardless, obtaining the Holy Bone Staff is already a huge win!"

Then Ivan spread his wings and quickly scanned the entire area, only to find that he hadn't licked a single bag.

"Tsk! So stingy!"

After confirming that there were no other bags to lick, Evan looked around and suddenly became somewhat bewildered.

"Wait! How am I supposed to get back?"

Given his current status as an expert, he cannot freely enter and exit the Dream Realm.

Everyone around was dead!

Just as Evan was scratching his head, he suddenly heard the sound of wind in his ear.

He hurriedly turned his head and saw a silver-gray portal with a steel-like texture suddenly appear not far from him.

The entire entrance was shrouded in a hazy, gray mist.

Just as Evan was about to take precautions, he sensed a familiar presence coming from the portal.

Then, under Ivan's gaze, a beautiful woman with long silver-white hair and golden vertical pupils, wearing a black high-necked lace robe, walked out.

It was Hill!

Hill, who came out of the door, held his forehead and looked a little dazed.

Then she quickly turned her head to look around, her eyes instantly locking onto Evan not far away.

"Evan!!!"

Upon seeing this, Hill hurriedly waved his hand and shouted loudly.

Evan rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that this was not a hallucination, he rushed over at lightning speed and hugged Hill tightly.

With his nose nestled between her snow-white neck and silver hair, Evan took a deep breath and felt a surge of security.

This is a unique herbal fragrance that belongs only to Hill, with a special aroma mixed with borage.

After that entire battle of blood and bone, madness and death, this familiar and peaceful scent, like a ray of soft light from the dark abyss, finally relaxed and brought peace to his nerves, which were on the verge of collapse.

"Yes! It smells just like my dear senior sister!"

Hill first hugged the naked Evan, then looked into his golden vertical pupils, surrounded by the scarlet blood vessels that seemed about to turn into beasts.

These blood vessels now seem to have a life of their own, protruding outwards from the blood vessels and forming a large number of bizarre and grotesque growths.

This is a sign of a significant decline in spirituality, indicating an impending bestial transformation.

She cupped his face in her hands and asked, "Are you alright?"

Ivan still wore that sunny and cheerful smile.

However, due to his mental state at the time, his smile looked somewhat distorted and sinister.

"I'm fine! Dear senior sister, what brings you here so suddenly? How did you get here?"

Hill released Evan, put his hands on his hips, and raised his chin slightly, saying, "I already knew the general situation."

"Then, due to the death of the Witch of Misfortune inside the sanatorium, I realized that something big was about to happen."

"Dr. Armitage just contacted me again, telling me the situation and the precise coordinates."

"Then I used the magic array inside the sanatorium to open a teleportation portal."

At this point, Hill's face was filled with relief and concern: "Thank God! I'm so glad you're alright!"

"Come on! Follow me back to the tavern!"

Evan immediately kissed Hill's fair and smooth face.

"Thank you, senior sister! You've come at just the right time!"

Hill raised her chin and snorted, "Don't you even know who your senior sister is!"

"Walk!"

Hill then took Evan's hand, and the two quickly passed through the portal.

After a dizzying spin, Evan found himself back in a familiar place.

This is the magic workshop located on the second basement floor of the Hill Tavern.

The underground area, approximately 150 square meters, is divided in two: the magic workshop is on the left, and the alchemy room is on the right.

Unfortunately, Ivan no longer had the energy to observe the changes here.

Her already fragile spirit was further weakened by the recent violent dizziness and the relief she felt upon seeing someone she could trust.

This caused Ivan to faint after a bout of dry heaving.

Seeing Ivan faint, Hill quickly raised his hand to touch his neck, then infused it with a trace of spiritual energy.

After confirming that Evan had simply passed out, Hill casually waved her hand, and an invisible telekinetic force made Evan float in the air.

Hill then escorted Evan back to their bedroom.

After settling Evan in, Hill pulled out a rather old-fashioned-looking monocular telescope.

Its style features carvings and textures reminiscent of the Renaissance period.

Hill pointed the binoculars at his eyes, and instantly, through the binoculars, he saw Armitage in the Realm of Truth. "Judging from your appearance, Arkham should be alright, right?"

Hill nodded, "Yes, Doctor, he just fainted. It seems the battle just now drained a lot of his spiritual energy."

At this point, she sighed, "This is the first time I've seen Ivan in such a disheveled state since becoming a Witcher."

"It's hard to imagine that someone as optimistic as him, who seemed to never despair, could be driven to the brink of bestiality."

Armitage nodded. "It seems there's a limit to how much potion he can take. He might be weak for a long time afterward."

"Take good care of him."

Hill nodded, then asked, "Doctor, what's the situation in reality?"

Armitage said, "The Sap Group certainly won't just obediently accept its fate and hand over its family business."

"Those bloodthirsty creatures who signed contracts with them and were modified, along with ghouls, are now causing chaos in Bolton City at night in an attempt to gain more leverage."

"But unfortunately, Sap is dead, and they no longer deserve to be at the table!"

Hill snorted: "Knowing these guys as I do, even if they're not qualified to sit at the table, they won't obediently listen to anyone."

Armitage nodded: "That's always been the case."

"If Sap hadn't been overconfident and hadn't left himself a backup plan, the entire family probably would have started transferring assets six months in advance."

"You don't need to worry about the problems in the real world, just take care of Arkham first."

"Although the other side has already sent bloodthirsty creatures and ghouls to Guding Street, I have already notified Richard and his men to go there."

"Now that your faction has official support, dealing with these things will be very convenient for you."

Hill nodded. "Understood."

Meanwhile, in the real world, on Guding Street.

Although it is late at night, the atmosphere is incredibly tense.

Large numbers of ordinary people stayed at home, shivering with their doors and windows tightly shut.

The dim yellow gas streetlights cast swaying halos in the cold night, stretching the shadows of the low red brick buildings on both sides of the street long and distorted.

Outside Guding Street, a large crowd could be seen gathered.

On the inner side of the street was a group of young people dressed in various clothes and carrying various weapons.

These young men were carrying all sorts of things—bats, axes, iron pipes—they looked like a gang.

They were mostly dressed in coarse cloth coats and old wool sweaters, wearing winter hats and gloves, but they still couldn't stop stamping their feet to keep warm.

On the other side, confronting them, was a group of people dressed in neat black suits, exuding an elite aura.

His impeccably tailored three-piece suit and gleaming leather shoes exuded an air of condescending indifference in this humble neighborhood.

"Big brother, they're from the Sap Group!"

One of the thugs was so frightened that he wet himself, his face was pale, and his voice was trembling.

Many other thugs are the same.

They are a group of opportunists who bully the weak and fear the strong.

The purpose of joining the Gus gang is to become a superior person and bully others.

Now, even if they were given eight lives, they wouldn't dare to go against the powerful Sap Group.

In the chaos, the thugs turned to run, only to be knocked to the ground by the fists that moved with terrifying speed.

The punch was quite vicious, not only causing them to bleed from the corners of their mouths, but also knocking out two teeth.

Under the dim streetlights, the completely blind Gust emerged with three menacing-looking gang leaders.

The man who just made the move was a burly man who was two meters tall, had a square face, and a neck thicker than his head.

The burly man had snakes spitting smoke tattooed on both sides of his face, which, combined with the half of his face illuminated by the light, was full of sinister and ferocious energy.

This is Joss, one of the three giants of the Gus gang, known as the undefeated underground boxing champion of Bolton South.

Then they heard Joss yell, "You fucking bunch of trash!"

"You've always been so domineering and bullying of your neighbors!"

"Now we need you guys to step up and protect our territory, you're all pissing yourselves in the dirt!"

"I'm telling you now, anyone who dares to leave today, get the hell out of Guding Street!"

"We, the Guzman gang, will beat you up every time we see you!"

The intimidation brought by Joss was quite great. The few youths whose faces were covered in blood trembled as they got up from the ground.

Although terrified, they dared not run away.

Gust walked ahead of everyone and spoke to the leader opposite him.

"Chuck, if I were you, I would obediently leave and quickly find a new way out for myself."

As a lord-level factory owner, Sap has left too many extraordinary marks on this city over the years.

Just now, the extraordinary traces that Sap needed to maintain suddenly began to disappear rapidly and in large quantities.

This has already made many superhumans realize that Sap is dead.

And facing the thugs dispatched by these capitalists, Gust naturally knew what their goal was.

Ivan's house.

Although Ivan's body is still at the police station, his longing for his home is the strongest.

This also made his home his anchor point in reality.

Through this anchor point that is so familiar with reality, Ivan's self-perception can be constantly corrected, preventing him from getting lost in the world of illusion.

Conversely, if that incredibly familiar anchor in reality is destroyed, then one's existence in the dream world can easily become lost.

Once a superhuman abandons their anchor in reality and is assimilated by the Dream Realm, they will, like other native inhabitants of the Dream Realm, be unable to return to the material world.

The core objective of Sap's remaining subordinates was to control Ivan's home.

By using Evan's real-world anchor point as leverage, he could gain more bargaining power.

As his best friend now, and in keeping with his previous promise to his good friend, Gusté would certainly not let these people in.

P.S.: Gust also wants monthly tickets!

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