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

With that thought in mind, Aiden abandoned all the previous precautions and constraints, struggled to stand up, and spread his arms.

He roared at the fog, screaming about the despair and pain of the past, the ravages and humiliations he had suffered!

"Fate has always been so unfair to me!"

"Oh, misfortune! If you could truly grant me the power to change my life, I would gladly bear it with everything I have in this lifetime!!"

"I, Kane Raisa Edens Peter, am willing to give up everything from the past in exchange for a new life!"

Accompanied by Aiden's roar echoing through the distorted mist, the once quiet mist was suddenly filled with a series of booming sounds.

Soon, under Aiden's watchful gaze, the mist transformed into tentacles resembling black venomous snakes, which wrapped around his body.

Countless grievances, countless rebukes, countless insults, countless humiliations... echoed in his ears.

"You're a damned slut! You've ruined my whole family!"

"You viper! The misfortune of the entire village is all because of you!"

"Witch! Kill her!! Kill her and everything will be alright!"

...At this moment, Aiden felt as if he had been instilled with all the malice of the world.

He struggled to maintain his composure and to face these vicious trials.

Amidst this tidal wave of malice, he gradually heard some crazed voices.

These voices seemed to be a combination of hundreds or thousands of male and female voices, creating endless echoes the moment they were uttered.

"Since you all say we are a cancer, a curse... then let us be the curse!"

"I will let the world know!"

Misfortune can befall anyone, appearing in their most vulnerable moments!

"We are... the embodiment of misfortune!"

"One day, witches will become mainstream!"

"The witch's progress... needs to be accelerated!"

"Self-awareness! Gender mobility! Inhuman gender! The indescribable! Moral pinnacle! Social privilege..."

Finally, Aiden felt his mind completely assimilated, and he echoed the soul-shaking cry from among the thousands of voices. As the sound rang out, Aiden instantly felt countless black serpents burrow into his soul, writhing and tearing within it.

Countless pains filled his mind, but Aiden paid them no heed.

His past experiences of despair and pain on dimly lit beds had made him accustomed to the scene before him.

After overcoming the initial breakdown, he found his soul being reshaped!

Everything that belonged to me in the past vanished in the midst of this tearing apart.

All his spirituality, mixed with these dark, venomous snakes, transformed him into a completely new self!

He didn't know how long this process took; he only knew that he seemed to have been reborn at the spiritual molecular level.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a dark and gloomy place.

This appears to be a medieval castle, with various strange and unusual materials laid out on the table in front of it, as well as stoves used for brewing potions.

A damp and musty smell lingered in the air.

The candlesticks hanging on the wall swayed slightly in the breeze, their dim light casting flickering shadows on the mottled stone walls.

"Where is this...?" Aiden struggled to get up and instinctively started walking up the steps.

Just then, two young men dressed in medieval apprentice attire passed by carrying a box. Upon seeing him, they quickly bowed in greeting.

"Greetings, Lady Witch!"

Upon hearing this address, Aiden was taken aback, and then he looked down.

Her previously bony, angular hands were now symmetrical and slender, with her wrists covered by a long, black lace-trimmed sleeve.

Then he looked at his chest, where his previously flat chest was now bulging high, making his mysterious black robe look so alluring and enigmatic.

"Could it be...?"

Just as Aiden was filled with shock and confusion, a tall and sexy figure appeared through the door that was emitting light.

Then, under Aiden's gaze, a woman stepped out of the light.

The woman was wearing a black high-necked, belted robe, and her silver-white hair was styled into a neat high ponytail.

Her fair face exuded elegance and composure, while a hint of a smile lingered in her golden, vertical pupils.

"Welcome to Twilight Rose Sanatorium, new sister." Upon seeing this, Aiden instinctively greeted her politely.

"Thank you, you are...."

Just as the sound rang out, Aiden heard his own deep male voice again, now noticeably higher in pitch and more delicate in tone.

At this moment, the woman walked over with a smile and said, "Now that you've succeeded, you must have heard of me from your business partners."

Upon hearing this, Aiden's confused self-perception and consciousness were quickly corrected.

"Arkham! Yes! It's Arkham!"

"I've become who I am all thanks to Arkham's help!"

"And Arkham said that one of his senior sisters is now one of the witches!"

"And the Rhine Hunter lineage now has only one female disciple, Hill von Reinhardt Adolf!"

Thinking of this, Aiden perked up immediately: "It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Adolf."

Hill smiled and said, "That's a completely unfamiliar name to me now."

"My surname is now Reinhardt, you can call me Reinhardt from now on." "Then, how should I address you?"

When Hill and Evan were checking the anchor points earlier, Evan had already given her information about Aiden.

Aiden paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "My name is Leisa Elden, you can just call me Leisa."

The moment he uttered his new name, the heavy shackles of "Peter" that had been weighing on his heart were finally broken.

An unprecedented, exhilarating feeling of complete rebirth brought a genuine, untainted smile to his blue eyes for the first time.

……

After finishing his business, Ivan didn't go straight home. Instead, he wore a cloak, carried the body, and went to the Special Operations Team.

When he took the body to the morgue, he was greeted by a tired-looking Gray.

Nowadays, Gray doesn't even feel like smoking that cigar that will never be lit.

His face was full of the tired look of a corporate slave, his eyes were sunken, and the collar of his shirt was loose and open.

"Arkham, how are you feeling?" Gray asked, his eyes drooping, as he placed the middle-aged man's body on the table for a preliminary examination.

"Hmm... he is indeed a cultivator." As he spoke, he skillfully picked up the knife beside him and dug out the professional characteristics that resembled a sweet potato.

"Are you planning to sell them yourself, or would you like us to buy them back directly?"

With his extraordinary abilities casually placed on the table, Gray leaned back in his chair and asked, utterly dejected.

Ivan asked curiously, "How much do you charge?"

Gray said, "$1000, that's the price for a monk."

Hearing this, Ivan inwardly scoffed, "No wonder you're part of the capitalist faction, you're really ruthless!"

Back then, Alcott's trait sold for a whopping $2000 from Dr. Armitage!

As he spoke, Ivan raised his hand and picked up the extraordinary ability, saying, "Never mind then, I'll just find a channel to sell it myself."

Upon hearing that Evan was going to find his own way, Gray's eyes lit up, even though he had just been exhausted.

Then I saw him suddenly stand up, first take off his blood-stained gloves, and then put his arm around Evan's shoulder.

Then Ivan heard him lower his voice and ask:

"Brother, I have connections. I'll take the $1500 from you, how about it?" Ivan turned to look at Gray: "Brother, is your connection that profitable?"

Gray grinned. "Just a little extra for my trouble, how about it?"

After a moment's hesitation, Ivan handed over the extraordinary ability directly: "Given our relationship, I still trust your older brother!"

Gray happily accepted the extraordinary ability, and just then, Evan whispered in his ear.

"Last time, I sold Little Alcott's special ability for $2000."

Gray's eye twitched, and his face, which had just been wearing a shrewd smile, froze instantly.

Evan chuckled and continued, "Making money, I understand!"

"I hope that when you get promoted in the future, you'll help out our group of witchers."

Upon hearing this, Gray immediately understood Ivan's meaning and patted his chest confidently: "You don't need to tell me that!"

"We're brothers! I'll definitely help you out if I can!"

"I can handle anything like this in the future!"

Ivan currently has over two thousand dollars in savings, although five hundred dollars isn't a small sum for him. But he can't rely on Dr. Armitage for everything.

Unbeknownst to him, he has now become the leader of a faction, and his position has gradually returned to the level he once held on Earth, similar to that of a small business owner in a startup.

Once you reach this level, you can't just focus on the cash.

In the future, there will be many collaborations between this group of witchers and the official authorities.

Having some close core members is very important, whether it's for future cooperation between the two sides, getting better jobs, or knowing some internal secrets in advance.

And Gray is a very good target.

The two established a very good friendship when they first met, and I even stood up for him back then.

Gray is also quite loyal to his friends and very sensible.

Now, with interests intertwined, Evan has effectively driven a closely connected mole into the judges' faction.

Gray was overjoyed to have this extra income and insisted on treating Evan to a big meal.

Evan, of course, did not refuse. After the two finished disposing of the body, they walked out of the city police station arm in arm.

Just then, the two saw a familiar figure. He was still wearing a casual black wool coat, a frying pan draped over his left wrist, and no hat, letting the snowflakes fall on his head. He exuded a carefree and reckless air.

It was Dick from Xinxiang, from the Sleeping Monastic Order.

Upon seeing Dick, Gray patted Ivan on the shoulder: "Make a note of this meal, I'll treat you another time!"

Ivan thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay!"

Then Evan and Dick walked down the street.

Under the dim gas streetlights, the snow shimmered with a yellowish glow, and the two people's shoes creaked as they walked through the thick snowflakes on the street.

At nine o'clock in the evening, pedestrians on the roadside were either breathing out warm air or tucking their collars in, muttering about how the snow just wouldn't stop falling, and then hurried past.

"I'm relieved to see you back safe and sound." Dick's voice remained as casual and unrestrained as ever.

Ivan smiled and said, "I also owe a debt of gratitude to the intelligence you left behind. It allowed me to escape with the protection of the Holy Son while those guys were locked in combat."

Dick chuckled: "I'm not entirely clear on the specifics, but the Holy Son has indeed officially returned to his position, and I can say that I've completed the task assigned to me by those old men."

At this point, his smile faded: "Unfortunately, the aftermath of this incident has been far too great, and the supernatural systems in various cities are now collapsing to varying degrees."

"I should also return to Xinxiang to handle my new mission." Ivan hummed in agreement. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Although they had just met, they felt an instant connection.

Especially after working together on abstract art and helping each other after that horrific explosion, the two developed a deep and unwavering bond of trust.

After a slight pause, Dick lowered his voice and asked, "Have you heard of the Black Sun's properties?"

Ivan was taken aback: "Black Sun trait?"

Dick nodded: "Yes, it's said to be a set of extraordinary properties that can be combined with each other, there are three in total."

"Wings of the Black Sun, Crown of the Black Sun, Forge of the Black Sun."

"These three characteristics don't even require mastery; once fully mastered, they will fuse and evolve on their own."

Although the names were different, Evan immediately knew what Dick was talking about, and thought to himself.

"It seems that Dick's information was inaccurate; he believed that the Black Sun series had three extraordinary characteristics."

"But the panel shows I have five!"

"This is the key information gap!" "Panel! I now officially acknowledge you!"

"You are my living father!"

After a moment of inward amazement, Ivan asked without changing his expression, "Does such a miraculous, extraordinary ability really exist?"

Dick nodded: "I've inquired from various sources, and I'm pretty sure it exists."

Evan asked curiously, "So you need information about these characteristics and want me to help you find out?"

Dick shook his head, his face grave, and said, "I seem to have found clues about these characteristics, but I can't find the right help."

As he spoke, he sighed, "You should also know that for these three professions without any distinguishing markers, it's generally very difficult to advance further after reaching the master level."

"The extraordinary path ahead is unmarked, filled only with thorns and desires, preventing our spirits from continuing to surge forward."

"Compared to other professions, we're blind!"

"And the characteristics of the Black Sun can serve as our lantern!"

P.S.: It's almost the end of the month, let's cast some votes for the blind man's lantern!