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

Standing in the crowd, Evan's demon hunter eyes quickly and precisely scanned the area, soon pinpointing Mike in the office.

In Mike's office, there was another person, a superhuman.

Judging from the demon hunter's perspective, this is a cultivator skilled in controlling human desires, and his rank is apprentice.

Ivan's keen ears allowed him to clearly hear the conversation between the two.

"Sir, old Parker has been drinking that potion for over a day now. Should I call him over to check on him?"

The middle-aged man standing opposite Mike casually shook his head: "No need. His medication has already taken effect. It's just a matter of whether he can withstand the blessing from the boss."

Mike hummed in agreement, then asked eagerly, "Sir, after this mission is over, can I become someone like you?"

The middle-aged man said calmly, "Just do your job well, and when the time is right, you will be rewarded."

Upon hearing such empty promises, Mike showed no dissatisfaction; instead, he nodded excitedly.

Listening to their conversation, Ivan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Boss? This kind of title doesn't sound like something from a traditional supernatural organization."

Just then, the two finished their conversation, and a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary work clothes came out.

With graying hair, a height of about 1.75 meters, a bright red nose, dry and flaky skin, and a full beard, he looked like an ordinary dockworker. As he passed a rather attractive young female recorder, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of large, yellow teeth, and then pointed with his finger.

A fleeting touch of pink power flashed by.

The girl, who had just been busy, froze for a moment, and then her eyes, which had been full of tension and busyness, were filled with love for this ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Then the middle-aged man grabbed the girl's hand and tried to pull her towards an empty office across the street.

"You're so big!"

As Evan thought to himself, he sent over a wisp of misty brain-spraying substance, obscuring the girl's mind and isolating her from the influence of that desire-controlled energy.

The expert's superiority over the apprentice's easily overshadowed his abilities on a superior level.

The girl, whose eyes had just been full of love, instantly snapped back to reality and slapped the middle-aged man across the face.

"Ah! What are you doing, you damned old pervert!" The girl screamed as she came to her senses.

In an instant, the other workers quickly surrounded them.

After all, there were quite a few ordinary workers who had feelings for this girl.

The middle-aged man looked bewildered, unaware of what had happened. Then, a young worker nearby punched him in the face.

For a moment, the entire second floor was filled with noise.

Mike ran over quickly, and at the same time, the middle-aged man used his cultivation abilities to swiftly quell the situation before leaving with a gloomy expression.

After leaving the office building and entering the darkness, the middle-aged man muttered to himself, "What just happened? Why did my ability suddenly stop working?"

"Yes! Why is that?"

The sudden, mocking voice startled the middle-aged man, who quickly turned around to look behind him.

But they found no one around, only heavy snow falling on the empty dock pier.

"Who's here, playing tricks on me?!"

Standing next to the middle-aged man, Ivan exclaimed in astonishment, "This is the absolute superiority of the spiritual vision level!"

After all, the difference between an apprentice and an expert lies in the characteristics that emerge after integration.

Even apprentices can see the expert's body.

But now, with the Shadow Cloak's enhancement, seeing Ivan's body requires at least a master-level spiritual vision. The middle-aged man, realizing no one was responding, immediately spoke threateningly.

"I advise you not to cause trouble."

"I am a researcher at the Institute of Excellence!"

"Still a core executive of the SAP Group!"

"I……"

Before he could finish speaking, Ivan, who was standing to the side, casually waved his cane.

Immediately afterwards, the shape of the entire cane changed rapidly.

The handle at the back didn't change much, but the front structure began to rapidly overlap and merge, quickly forming a suction cup with a long handle.

Evan examined the grayish-white suction cup and scratched his head.

"This isn't a suction cup, it's clearly a toilet plunger!"

"Is there some misunderstanding on the part of the Holy Son regarding our human vocabulary?"

Muttering to himself, Ivan gripped the handle in reverse and pressed his hand directly onto the middle-aged man's head. In an instant, Ivan's spiritual sense, through the toilet plunger, immediately detected an ethereal presence.

This object was completely fixed to the suction cup in front, unable to move.

Immediately afterward, Ivan pulled upward with a sudden movement, and the middle-aged man's body instantly straightened up as if all his muscles had spasmed, before collapsing straight onto the snow.

At the same time, the head of a semi-transparent soul was tightly stuck to the suction cup, its eyes filled with terror, struggling and begging for mercy.

"Master! Master! I was wrong! I was wrong!!"

Faced with an entity that cannot see itself, it directly sucked out its own soul!

Having spent ten years navigating the world of the extraordinary, this middle-aged man naturally knew what kind of formidable opponent he was dealing with!

Since he has become a spirit, this middle-aged man's voice is inaudible to normal humans.

Ivan, sucking the middle-aged man's soul, swung the toilet plunger around a few times before casually asking a question.

"Tell me, why did you secretly give that foreman named Parker a potion?"

Upon hearing the other party's bluntness, the middle-aged man was taken aback and instinctively wanted to play dumb.

"My lord! Master! What kind of potion? I...I don't know..." Before he could finish speaking, Ivan turned the toilet plunger into a whirlwind.

The middle-aged man was spinning around in a daze, constantly screaming and begging for mercy, but no one responded to him.

After spinning around for dozens of more times, Ivan said in a cold voice.

"My patience is running out. I'm giving you one last chance."

"Why give that foreman the spider mutation potion!?"

Upon hearing that the other party could accurately name the potion, the middle-aged man's already fragile mental defenses instantly crumbled.

He kept wailing and begging for mercy, saying, "Sir! I didn't mean to hurt anyone!"

"These are all tasks assigned from above. At your level, you should know that something big has happened to the Sap Group recently."

"So the research institute wants to take advantage of the current chaos to conduct human experiments and make the situation even more chaotic."

"I really wouldn't dare to harm anyone; I was forced into this situation!"

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Ivan's lips curled into a cold smile.

He casually shook the toilet plunger in his hand, and the middle-aged man's soul swayed back and forth like a strip of cloth. It was clear that for these low-level superhumans, the soul had no ability to resist once it left the body.

After a quick thought, Ivan asked again, "What is their purpose in conducting this experiment, and what is their plan?"

The middle-aged man, whose head was firmly stuck to the suction cup, looked like he was about to cry, but no tears came out.

"My lord, how could a lowly henchman like me possibly know the purpose of these experiments!?"

"I don't even know the potion recipe; I just received a task from above and carried it out!"

Evan nodded in agreement, then his eyes darted around.

"What kind of organization is the Institute of Excellence? You said you're a researcher there, what do you usually do?"

Upon hearing that this extraordinary individual was unaware of the Institute of Excellence, the middle-aged man immediately saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

"My lord, I'm not entirely sure what the Institute of Excellence does, but I do know that it's an organization that benefits society."

"The entire research institute has now developed many special drugs that can help superhumans rid themselves of their bestial nature!"

"They also developed all sorts of new potions, and how to enable normal humans to acquire some extraordinary abilities for self-defense without occupational side effects."

"The entire research institute is quite disciplined. My rank is relatively low. My usual job is to contact various clinics and give some unfortunate people who can't make a living a chance to change their fate." Hearing this, Ivan was filled with sneer.

"This is truly an art of speaking! Different people describing the same thing can create completely opposite feelings."

If Evan didn't know, he could really have been fooled by this guy.

Even now, considering the memories of the burrowing worm and the various experiments it conducted, Ivan concluded that, in a way, what the middle-aged man said was indeed the truth.

They did develop some potions that could rid superhumans of their bestial nature, and they also developed drugs that could give ordinary humans superhuman strength without any occupational weaknesses.

Just like...

The poor old lady and her grandson.

Thinking of this, Ivan said in a gentle voice, "It seems to be a good organization. I can visit them when I have time."

The middle-aged man, who was immediately captivated, replied, "Of course, my dear sir!"

"Our research institute is currently recruiting talent from all over the world. As long as you join the institute... uh... ah! Sir!?"

"My lord, spare me... hah... uh!!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, filled with hope for life, Ivan directly covered him with the Fog of Brain Plague, then injected him with large amounts of plague and syphilis... Then, black spots and various hideous, twisted wart-like growths began to rapidly sprout from the middle-aged man's soul...

Finally, the soul began to rapidly decay, twist, and dissipate...

No matter how much the middle-aged people struggle, it is all in vain.

In the darkness of night, Ivan watched as the middle-aged man's soul gradually turned into fragments, sliding off the suction cup and eventually dissipating into specks of firefly light amidst the swirling snow.

The body lying on the ground stopped breathing the moment the soul dissipated.

The original plan was to simply cut open the middle-aged man's body, take away his extraordinary abilities, and then throw the corpse into the sea.

However, there were concerns that it might cause unnecessary harm to ordinary people at the bottom of society.

After all, the bestial nature of cultivators has always been a cesspool.

Evan still remembered the last time Old Alcott transformed into a beast, a large number of twisted, lustful monsters tried to crawl out of his body.

Who knows if this extraordinary corpse will mutate into a beast?

So Ivan casually grabbed the middle-aged man's corpse and stuffed it behind his back.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the middle-aged man's body reappeared in the rectum's storage space. "It takes up about 70% of the entire space..."

"One cubic meter...that's quite a lot!"

After dealing with the superhuman, Evan didn't deal with Mike.

Now that Mike's backer has been dealt with, Evan believes that with Parker's current abilities and methods, dealing with Mike shouldn't be a problem.

"The Institute of Excellence...they seem to have a collaborative relationship with Professor Byron as well."

"To quickly advance to the Master level, I need the fusion potion from Byron's place..."

"It seems that dealing with this outstanding research institute is now unavoidable."

As Evan emerged from the shadows, lost in thought, no one noticed the middle-aged man's sudden disappearance.

Just as he was about to turn back, Evan seemed to remember something, and then he turned back and continued forward, arriving at Leisa Clothing Company.

Removing his cloak and stepping out of the shadows, the foreman here recognized Evan because of what happened last time.

Knowing Ivan's current identity and after carefully examining Ivan's presentable attire, the foreman quickly stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Mr. Arkham, this way please!" "Our boss said you are a distinguished guest of our company!"

The foreman then led Evan to the lobby, where a female receptionist led him to the second floor.

It was the same office as last time, and Aiden, the rich kid who idolized witches, immediately greeted Ivan with great enthusiasm upon his arrival.

He warmly grasped Ivan's hand, and the two sat down on the soft sofa.

"Mr. Aiden is really dedicated to working so late!"

Evan leaned back comfortably on the sofa, crossed his legs, picked up a cup of hot tea, and smiled as he spoke.

Aiden waved his hand, dismissing the reception staff, and then asked with a hint of urgency on his face.

"Mr. Arkham, has something major happened recently?"

"I recently performed that ritual about witches, and something just doesn't feel right compared to before."

"That feeling of being superior, looking down on me, is gone!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan shook the spoon in his teacup a few times: "This is quite important intelligence."

"You should know the rules of this," Aiden said emphatically upon hearing that Ivan actually knew the inside story. "I know, I know! What do you need?"

"A potion recipe? Cash? Or something else!?"

Ivan looked up, put down his teacup, and stared at Aiden with his dark eyes, asking, "Mr. Aiden, would you mind becoming a witch?"

Upon hearing this, Aiden opened his mouth, and then a paleness appeared on his already handsome face, his eyes filled with an instinctive fear.

"Mr. Arkham, you...you suddenly brought this up?"

"I...I'm actually a normal man, I don't have any special fetishes."

It's obvious that this guy has a lot of stories to tell.

P.S.: Uh... I'm out of words today... Please vote for me!