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

Chapter 235 Uncle Parker, how come you can shoot webs too? (Seeking monthly votes)

After feeling it for a moment, Ivan suddenly swung his hand forward.

Whoosh!

A sharp whistling sound flashed by.

Then in silence—

The old sofa in Evan's living room was reduced to a pile of wooden blocks.

It collapsed with a loud crash.

The dust, sawdust, and rat droppings hidden inside were all scattered on the ground.

The cuts of all the fragments were perfectly clean, without any burrs or deformation caused by compression!

The smooth cross-section even revealed the individual severed fibers of the filling material inside.

Upon seeing this, Ivan was immediately shocked: "Wow, I didn't expect it to be able to stretch after transforming!"

I had just thought this was a normal attack from the chain sword.

However, during the swinging process, he discovered that the sword could still perform subtle movements.

The overall structure can be made as narrow as possible, allowing for attacks up to 4 meters away.

If you don't want to attack that far, the entire structure will naturally spread out.

The feeling of that swing just now was less like a sword and more like an incredibly sharp fly swatter.

The fly swatter slicing the old sofa into tiny pieces.

"Awesome! Awesome!"

Having completely run out of words, Evan could only mutter instinctively.

He then raised his hand and slammed the cane down, turning the soft chain sword back into a gray-white cane.

"This is way more awesome than that spiral staff from Bloodborne!"

As he spoke, he skillfully twirled the cane in his hand, his face full of joy.

"It seems that from today onwards, I, Arkham, can finally join the hunt!"

After making a few joking remarks, Ivan activated his transformation ability again.

Then the cane rapidly transformed into numerous tiny structures, climbing up Ivan's skin.

These structures combined with each other and quickly covered Evan's palms, forearms, and elbows.

In an instant, a grotesque skeletal arm armor, entirely gray and white with dark red patterns, appeared.

The arm armor perfectly covered Ivan's muscle structure, and the fingers had a ring-shaped scale-like structure.

Each joint at the front of the gauntlets has an extremely sharp bone spike about an inch long, and the ends of the hand armor have claws as sharp as blades.

The entire structure fits perfectly on one's arm, offering both incredible dexterity and an indestructible feel.

Ivan clenched his fist and suddenly swung it forward!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

A piercing whistling sound emanated from the gauntlets, and the terrifying force even caused Ivan's body to stumble forward.

"Um!?"

Evan was shocked to discover that as he swung his fist, the creature seemed to absorb the high-speed airflow around him and then accelerate itself through the jet at its tail.

"Damn, the instructions I remember were way too brief!"

"These aren't boxing gloves, they're clearly the Minotaur King's mechanical arm armor!"

"The fighting even has its own propulsion system!"

Evan examined his hands and arms carefully from front to back, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face.

"We need to charge forward and deliver a powerful uppercut to the enemy—"

"Even master-level superhumans would stand at attention."

Just as Evan was thinking of continuing to try, he suddenly felt a wave of hunger.

"Hmm? I'm full and not hungry at all————"

"Holy crap! A cat!"

Thinking of this, Ivan reached down to his lower back and pulled out the gold item covered in orange fur.

You can see that the golden cat looks a bit listless, and the whole cat seems lethargic.

Its eyelids drooped down, giving it a lifeless, dead-fish-like look, and then it instinctively rubbed against Evan.

Ivan raised his hand and patted Golden's head: "Good brother, how could I forget you! Wait for me!"

Five minutes later, Evan came running back carrying a large piece of fresh meat and several pieces of white bread.

For the cut of beef, Evan chose chuck, which is considered one of the better cuts of beef that the working-class people of Guding Street usually eat.

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The cheapest beef in this era was brisket or some scraps, which cost around thirteen cents a pound.

Beef shoulder is slightly more expensive, costing about fifteen cents per pound.

Three pounds of beef shoulder cost forty-five cents, and a white bread cost six cents.

After buying the groceries, Evan was just about to go to the kitchen to chop them when a thought struck him.

Then, with practiced ease, he gripped the cane and swung it around, transforming it into a chain sword.

He tossed the fresh meat into the air with one hand, and swung his chain sword across with the other.

The golden retriever, who was starving and whose stomach was practically sticking to its back, tilted its head and looked at its owner with an attitude that said, "You seem to be sick."

But the next second, Huang Jin's gaze was drawn to the piece of beef that had fallen to the ground.

The three pounds of beef shoulder had been reduced to numerous small, thumb-sized pieces scattered all over the ground, the cuts so clean they weren't chipped at all.

Starving, Golden couldn't wait for Evan to mix the ingredients with the bread and put them in the bowl.

He rushed forward, opened his mouth which resembled a grappling hook, and began to wolf down the food.

click!

The chain sword slammed downwards, restoring the cane to its original position.

Ivan looked at the chunks of beef scattered on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

"Great! We won't need a kitchen knife anymore!"

Just as Evan was feeding the cat, his keen ears suddenly heard a rather heavy, unsteady footstep.

The footsteps, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, went up the stairs and finally stopped in front of his own door.

Ivan's keen sense of smell instantly detected a somewhat pungent odor.

The smell was unmistakable to others, but it was quite familiar to him.

It generally smelled of magic potions, mixed with a beastly scent!

"An extraordinary being!?" Ivan instantly activated his Demon Hunter form.

Golden, who was frantically eating, instinctively raised its head, its green eyes filled with vigilance.

"Arkham—are you there?"

A weak and muffled voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this voice, Ivan was taken aback.

"Uncle Parker!?"

Although he heard a familiar voice, the other person carried an extraordinary aura, so he cautiously approached and, through his demon-hunting mode, saw the person outside the door.

It was indeed Parker standing outside the door.

However, the middle-aged foreman from before is now pale-faced, wearing a hat, with bloodshot eyes, and exuding a strong aura of the extraordinary.

The rosacea that usually clung to his nose now looked quite normal for some reason.

Ivan cautiously opened the door, and when Parker saw Ivan outside, a glimmer of redemption flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Arkham!"

Parker covered his mouth with his hand, then pulled out a handful of change from his pocket and stuffed it into Evan's hand.

The instant they made contact, Evan clearly felt that Parker's hand had become incredibly rough, and it seemed to have a lot of sharp little thorns on it.

"Arkham! This is all the money I've saved up over the years, cough cough cough."

"Could your teacher take a look at me? I'm in a bad state."

Parker's eyes were full of pleading as he coughed as he spoke.

Ivan immediately welcomed Parker in, and the moment his palm touched Parker's skin, the Copper Plague was activated.

However, they discovered that Parker did not have any illnesses; as a mortal, he was quite healthy.

What affected his body was not a conventional disease, but those extraordinary auras.

"Here you are—" Parker, who had just walked in, saw blood everywhere and an old sofa that had been cut into pieces. His bloodshot eyes showed astonishment.

Evan helped him into the second bedroom and sat him down: "It's nothing. I've made some money recently and I'm planning to renovate the house."

Parker coughed, covering his mouth, and sat down. Ivan asked, "When did these symptoms appear? What caused them?"

Would you mind if I tasted your blood?

Parker shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind.

Ivan's fingernails instantly turned bronze as he made a small cut on Parker's thick, hairy arm, caught a drop of blood, and put it in his mouth.

[You have ingested a small amount of the Spider Mutation Potion. Effect: Permanent.]

[Effect: Physical mutation, constitution permanently increased by 0.001.]

Does it reverse the negative effects?

"Reversal".

Your self-awareness has improved by 0.01%.

[Warning: Your physical body is too powerful; a trace amount of medicine cannot cause a physical mutation.]

"Spider Mutation Potion!?"

Upon seeing this, Ivan felt a chill run down his spine.

While Ivan was analyzing the situation, Parker on the other side was also talking about his experiences over the past few days.

He took a deep breath and tried to suppress his cough as he spoke.

"You probably know about the recent events involving the SAP Group. Our company was also invested in by the SAP Group."

"After the SAP Group was investigated, the company also stopped production."

At this point, Parker glanced at Ivan, a bitter expression on his face.

"Your Uncle Parker has been around the docks for so many years, I have some reputation and connections."

"Many of my fellow workers were waiting at home for the business to open, and in the end, they all came to ask me."

"It was around this time that the company boss gave me a sum of money and asked me to appease my coworkers and join other people from other companies in protesting and marching in the streets."

Ivan, after reviewing the information Richard and the others had given him earlier that day, nodded: "And then?"

Cough cough cough————

Parker coughed violently twice more: "While chatting with the boss, I drank a cup of tea, and afterwards I felt incredibly strong, and everything became much better."

"After that, I led everyone to the parade."

A cold glint flashed in Ivan's eyes: "The boss's tea—"

Parker, oblivious to Ivan's gaze, continued speaking to himself.

"The entire march went very smoothly, and during the process, I could feel a special warm power gathering on me from the gazes of many fellow workers around me."

"I can clearly feel everyone's trust and recognition, which makes me extremely happy and proud."

"The more this happens, the more excited I become."

"Soon more workers heard about my reputation and joined us, and eventually our team exceeded two thousand people."

Even as he was in pain, a flicker of pride crossed Parker's weathered, rough face.

"The march started off smoothly, but then it was stopped by those damn police. Then they said we could start work, and the march ended."

"Right after the march ended, I started to feel bad."

"Although my body feels stronger than before, my mind is foggy and I feel incredibly hot all over, as if something is crawling inside me."

"I even feel like there's something wrong with my ears and eyes."

"I could hear all sorts of random noises, all kinds of whispers and mutterings."

My eyes, which were already showing signs of presbyopia, have suddenly become incredibly sharp—

"I can even easily lift a 150-pound wooden crate with my bare hands —"

At this point, Parker's eyes were filled with fear: "Arkham, do I have some kind of mental illness?"

"I feel like I'm living in a hallucination! I know exactly what kind of jerk I am."

"When I was young, I fought for territory at the docks, and I have many hidden injuries."

"Years of smoking and drinking have significantly reduced my physical fitness; I start to get out of breath after running just a few steps."

"But in this illusion, I felt like I had become an omnipotent superman!"

As he said this, Parker clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking.

Just by listening to the sound, you can feel the immense power in those rough, large hands.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Then another coughing fit occurred, and Parker couldn't hold it in, spitting out a mouthful of thick, black phlegm.

Along with the thick phlegm, a large amount of grayish-white threads were also sprayed out.

This thing, with its indescribable toughness and stickiness, stuck directly to the floor.

Upon seeing this, Ivan's pupils dilated, his heart filled with a strange feeling, and he muttered to himself.

"Uncle Parker—you really did deserve that name!"

While Ivan was lamenting, Parker had already completely broken down.

His voice trembled, tears streamed down his face, and he covered his face with his hands: "Arkham! What is this! What is this?!"

These threads were connected to a tiny gland above his mouth, preventing his head from moving automatically.

"What exactly did I cough up—was it my lungs? Or my esophagus?! Or my intestines?!"

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"Oh my god! This is terrifying! Help me! Help me!"

What is happening now is completely beyond Parker's comprehension.

Parker kept pleading, his body trembling, and he was on the verge of collapse.

If it were an ordinary person, they would quickly lose control and go berserk, turning into a twisted monster due to their bestial nature.

Fortunately, Parker had knowledgeable people around him.

A wisp of mist-like brain-spreading energy passed over, and Parker's shattered spirit instantly fell into an indescribable calm.

As his thoughts ceased, Parker entered a quiet, dazed state.

Ivan sighed, "People named Parker really can't seem to escape the world of silk-spinning!"

"But everyone else wears white stockings, why are yours black?"

P.S.: I need to replenish my gold after being starved for a few days with monthly tickets.

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