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

Fortunately, Dylan has been through a lot.

He quickly regained his composure and tentatively asked, "Randolph Carter? You...you're that great author? Mr. Carter!?"

Upon hearing this, Carter turned around, smiled, and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Dylan."

"Your previous compilations of the complete encyclopedias of plants and birds were very popular with students."

"They are now well stored in the University of Michigan's library and are frequently borrowed by students."

Hearing that the other party still recognized his work, Dylan was quite pleased: "Thank you for your recognition!"

Ivan asked curiously, "Do you two know each other?"

Dylan laughed and said, "Mr. Carter's breakthrough work, 'The Attic Window,' is quite famous."

"It was taken down from shelves when it was first published because the content was too horrifying."

"But later, as word of mouth spread, many of the high-society celebrities I knew read the book."

"The eerie atmosphere and the descriptions of various monsters are landmark elements in the development of the novel."

Carter smiled slightly, a little reserved, upon hearing Dylan's compliment.

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Dylan."

"Since you're here for academic research, why don't you stay at a hotel near our University of Michigan?"

Carter paused slightly at this point: "You've seen the situation here in Arkham."

"Living around the University of Michigan is relatively safer."

Dylan had no reason to refuse the suggestion, and he smiled and said, "Thank you for your help!"

Dylan then looked at Ivan beside him with considerable surprise and said, "I didn't expect you to know Professor Carter?"

Ivan smiled and said, "We didn't really know each other before; I was just invited to visit the University of Michigan."

"I was planning to finish your work and then take a stroll around the University of Michigan."

Dylan smiled and nodded after hearing this: "What a good kid!"

The group then boarded the carriage bearing the University of Michigan logo without any problems.

We bumped and jolted along the uneven street, passing through buildings that reeked of decay and chaos.

The old buildings on both sides of the street are more gloomy than the last, with their multi-tiered pointed roofs overlapping and intersecting each other.

Occasionally, one or two pale, expressionless faces would peek out from behind the half-open window, coldly staring at the passing carriage.

After about 40 minutes of traveling through the town, the carriage stopped and everyone got off.

The group stepped off the carriage and looked up to see the ancient Gothic buildings of Miskatonic University sitting quietly under the clouds.

The dark gray stone walls have been stained black by the passage of time, and the towering towers and arched windows exude a solemn and ancient atmosphere.

The ivy climbs densely on the outer wall, making it look less vibrant and sunny than a university.

Beneath its solemn and dignified exterior, it seems to conceal countless secrets unknown to outsiders, secrets that have slumbered for hundreds of years.

After the group disembarked from the carriage, Carter waved to a student in the distance.

The students who were waiting there quickly ran over and said respectfully, "Professor Carter."

Carter nodded and said, "Help me get Professor Dylan and his students into the University of Michigan guesthouse on the outskirts of the university."

"Then I took them on a tour of the school."

After a pause, Carter emphasized, "Choose the best and quietest room."

The slightly chubby, but capable-looking young student immediately smiled and nodded: "No problem!"

The young student then led Dylan and the others with a smile to the three-story hotel in the distance.

Evan and David went over first and settled everything in. David stayed behind to take charge of security, while Evan left the hotel at Carter's invitation.

"Miss, this place is so dilapidated!"

In a quiet room on the side of the third floor, the maid muttered something.

The room was decorated in a rather rustic and ordinary style, with a pair of single beds and an area of ​​about 15 square meters.

On the left is an old wardrobe against the wall, the surface of the wood covered with a smooth oil film formed by extensive use and the passage of time.

Although it looked clean, the maid felt an indescribable greasy feeling.

Although the floor was covered with clean and tidy mahogany wood, no high-quality air freshener was used, and the fragrance it emitted was slightly pungent.

On the table in the middle was a kerosene lamp filled with oil and a rather old-looking teapot.

The wallpaper on all four walls was an old, grayish-yellow color, giving the whole room a sense of age and age.

Although Ertin was somewhat unaccustomed to this arrangement, her attention was currently drawn to Ivan outside the window.

After leaving the hotel, Evan met up with Carter, who was waiting at the entrance. The two chatted and laughed as they walked through the large iron gate belonging to the University of Michigan.

"Miss, is this Arkham really reliable? I always feel like he's not very mentally stable!" the maid continued to mutter.

Erdin continued looking out the window and said calmly, "Perhaps it is precisely this instability that has led to his achievements today."

"But no matter what, we need his help with the follow-up plans."

"When we visit later, we'll see his true posture when he turns his back to us."

……

Ivan followed Carter through a small cast-iron door into Miskatonic University.

As soon as you step through the iron gate, you are greeted by a spacious and quiet courtyard.

An ancient stone circular walkway surrounds a neatly manicured lawn, clean and rustic.

The spire of the distant library pierced the misty sky, its stained-glass windows gleaming dimly in the light.

Although the school has an old-fashioned feel, the scenery inside is still quite normal.

You can see a student holding a baton, standing in front of a quiet lawn, waving it lightly, as if practicing a rehearsal.

On the other side, a female student with a ponytail sat on a wooden bench, quietly reading a book in her hands, a serene smile on her lips.

Several students directly in front of us were playing soccer, their laughter ringing out from time to time.

On the playground nearby, a student was running hard, seemingly honing his physical strength.

……

Looking around, he saw a peaceful and ordinary university scene, which was far from what Evan had expected.

"Doesn't it look a little too ordinary?! It's not wild at all what I imagined!"

Ivan looked at the scene inside the University of Michigan and muttered to himself.

Carter, who was standing nearby, seemed to sense Ivan's thoughts and explained, "This is the normal side of the University of Michigan to the outside world."

"Although the University of Michigan is the largest supernatural university in North America, it cannot openly display its supernatural powers in such a grand manner, given its current theme of secrecy surrounding the supernatural."

"With Sir Thurston's help, we have woven a veil of illusion around the University of Michigan."

"Ordinary people won't notice any flaws."

Carter spoke while pointing forward.

In an instant, a distorted, dreamlike spatial ripple spread outwards...

Evan suddenly felt that the whole world had become much clearer.

The school remains the same; the buildings, playground, and lawn are unchanged.

But the student who was conducting by the grass now had a two-meter-long iron rod in his hand, which was now holding a conductor's baton.

In front of him was a huge bronze crucible, one meter in diameter and over 1.5 meters high.

As he continued to stir, plumes of thick green smoke rose from it.

Then the thick smoke danced in the air, turning into one ethereal phantom after another.

While stirring, the young man would occasionally scoop up a handful of the thick soup with his bare hands and put it into his mouth.

After taking a few sips, it let out a strange, cacophony laugh, and then stirred it even more vigorously.

Then look at the girl with the ponytail sitting on the wooden bench.

The serene smile that had just been there turned into excitement and even a somewhat distorted expression.

The book in her hand has now transformed into the head of a monster.

The girl was holding a saw in one hand and a knife in the other, and was desperately sawing open the monster's head and then using the knife to scoop out the tissue from the monster's brain.

The dark, viscous liquid dripped down her wrist, but she didn't care at all, humming a lighthearted tune.

The ball that the students were playing with on the playground had turned into a spherical bomb with a lit fuse.

As the fuse burned shorter and shorter, the students kicked it with all their might, shouting as they went.

The burly young man leading the group declared, "Whoever gets bombed today has to kiss that Deep One!"

A freshman who looked about the same age as Ivan said in a trembling voice, "Senior, I'm scared..."

Another youth retorted, "What are you afraid of! You can't even kick a bomb with the fuse lit? How are you going to face those terrifying monsters in the future!"

"Don't worry, as long as you keep your head, I guarantee you won't die!"

The timid young man's voice trembled strangely as he said, "I'm afraid the Deep Ones will get pregnant!"

The last young man running hard on the playground wasn't actually exercising his body.

In front of him were two skeletons engulfed in flames.

The skeleton ran incredibly fast, raising its fiery fingers behind it as it ran.

The young man shouted as he ran, "He's been my biological father for twenty-three years, and he's still fooling me even after he's dead!?"

"Someone come quick and help me take him down, I can't run anymore!"

……

Carter turned to Ivan: "How are you feeling now?"

"You weren't scared, were you!?"

Ivan grinned and said, "What a vibrant scene, where everything is thriving!"

As he spoke, Ivan looked at Carter with a broad smile, "Everyone at the University of Michigan is truly talented, and they all have such pleasant manners!"

Seeing these scenes gave me a warm feeling, like I was coming home!

As they were speaking, the students in the distance suddenly slipped, and the bomb flew straight towards them.

"careful!!"

"Damn it, it's okay if people get hurt, but don't blow up the trees and grass over there!" the group leader wailed.

"Mr. Mister will kill me!"

Just as Carter was about to raise his hand, he saw Ivan instantly use Flash Step, and then, under everyone's gaze...

You can see that the mouth, which should be the size of a normal person's, is wide open.

Like the opening of a sack, it directly held the bomb in its mouth.

boom!

With an explosion, the force of the impact caused Ivan's cheeks to be pushed out more than a meter, making his entire head look incredibly strange and bizarre.

"ah!?"

Those young men who had just been testing their courage nearly popped their eyes out when they saw this scene.

Soon, the extremely distorted and deformed cheeks gradually returned to normal.

Then Ivan turned around, walked to the trash can, spat twice, and expelled the fragments and residue. He spoke with an unexpectedly light tone.

"So this is what bombs taste like!"

"Another amount of useless knowledge has been added!"

Carter, who was standing nearby, widened his eyes upon seeing this and quickly walked over to ask with concern, "Are you alright?"

Ivan grinned: "It's nothing, I've eaten a lot of things, bombs are nothing to me."

Carter blinked. The point now is, have you ever eaten a bomb?

"How did you even think of catching a bomb with your mouth? You could have caught it with both hands and thrown it into the air."

Evan casually said, "We don't have enough time, and the students over there said it's not good to fry the flowers and plants."

"If I were to use my hands, there might be some shrapnel that I couldn't protect."

"After thinking it over, only the mouth can completely surround all these shrapnel."

At this point, he grinned and said, "I'd also like to try what a bomb tastes like."

At this moment, four young men on the playground ran over and looked at Evan, who seemed to be unharmed, as if they had seen a ghost.

Then the young man who was leading the group slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Truth be upon me! I knew it! No normal student could have such ruthless skills!"

"Are you the legendary ultimate ruthless man, Mr. Arkham!?"

Ivan blinked. "You know me?"

The burly young man grinned and said, "We know each other very well!"

"The story of you French kissing a Deep One to complete your mission is now widely known at the University of Michigan!"

"The idea we just mentioned about a loser kissing a deep-diving person was inspired by your story!"

Ivan: "????"

The freshman nodded in agreement: "Yeah! The Deep Ones are really awful!"

"You've truly set a precedent for us to hone our courage!"

Carter's usually melancholic and somewhat rigid face now revealed a barely suppressed smile.

At this moment, the new student eagerly walked over, holding a brass amulet with some special markings in his hand.

"Hey bro, could you give me your autograph?!"

"People at school say that receiving your autograph and blessing will make you immune to all disgusting, twisted, crazy, and perverse things!"

Ivan forcibly suppressed his urge to complain, his mind filled with doubt.

"I've never even been to the University of Michigan! Who spread these rumors about me?!"

"Me, French kissing a Deep One? Holy crap! That's a lie!?"

"Why is my signature associated with those disgusting, twisted, and perverted things!?"

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