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

As he spoke, Carter stepped forward to knock on the door.

Ivan stepped forward, saying, "Professor Carter, let me do it. After all, this is my ancestor!"

Cardi nodded and gave Ivan a reassuring look.

Evan took a deep breath, holding the potion gift box in his hand, and tapped his fingers on the decaying wooden door.

The sensation of knuckles colliding felt less like wood and more like a piece of wet, fleshy skin.

"Ancestors! Great-grandmother! Are you home!?"

"I am your good son, your filial grandson Arkham! I have come home to see you!"

Carter, standing behind him, watched Ivan banging and shouting, a smile appearing on his lips.

"This kid is really interesting!"

After Ivan knocked, the door creaked open a crack.

In an instant, a musty, rotten smell wafted over.

Through the crack, Ivan saw an old woman.

The old woman was emaciated, hunched over and short, with her entire upper body bent downwards as if she were ill.

His limbs were as thin as a rake, and his height barely reached Ivan's waist.

His face was covered with crisscrossing wrinkles, his cheekbones were high, and his eye sockets were sunken.

She wore a gray headscarf and had a hooked nose and pointed chin like a witch from a comic book.

She didn't possess the eternally youthful beauty and imposing aura that Ivan had envisioned.

It also lacked the unfathomable aura and profound form that Evan had imagined.

The old woman in front of me was almost indistinguishable from a normal sick old lady.

His entire body was filled with the decay and aging that had buried him to his neck in yellow earth, as well as the gloom and disgust of a fairy tale.

At this moment, the old woman raised her head, her withered and gloomy face looking up at Ivan, who had a smile on his face.

Then he grinned, revealing his mostly yellowed teeth: "You've got some nerve, kid!"

"I didn't go looking for you, but you came looking for me instead."

The old woman's voice was hoarse and sinister, and it seemed as if she had phlegm stuck in her trachea when she spoke, making a whooshing sound as she spoke.

After seeing this, Ivan turned his head slightly to look at Carter, wanting to confirm whether the person in front of him was the real deal.

Carter nodded quite seriously and walked over, saying, "Ms. Mason, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing Carter's voice, Evan was completely certain.

The guy in front of me is the ancestor who has always wanted to eat me.

Of the three giants of the sewers, the only immortal witch to have reached the level of a superior being is Kaisha Mason!

Upon seeing Carter, Mason scoffed, "What does this troublemaking brat want with me?!"

Carter said expressionlessly, "We are already aware of your designs on Arkham and the previous attack."

"At this stage, Arkham is a valuable talent at our University of Michigan, and a disciple of Dr. Armitage."

"Therefore, we do not want you to continue interfering with or coveting Arkham in the future."

Upon hearing these cold and forceful words, Mason let out a low, cold laugh, then pushed open the door, turned around, and gestured for the two to come in and talk.

Evan turned to look at Carter, and after confirming that Carter nodded, the two strode into the room.

The moment he stepped into the room, Evan felt a sudden, intense dizziness.

He clearly sensed some strange changes occurring in the entire space; it might be distorting, folding, or tilting...

When he came to his senses, the two of them were already in a dark and gloomy attic.

The room had no windows or doors, and the roof was sloping like a canard. The floor was old and decaying, and just standing there gave one a feeling of oppression that made it hard to breathe.

Ivan smiled and placed the gift on the grimy table: "Great-Grandma, this is a small token of my respect!"

Mason was somewhat surprised to hear this. He glanced at the exquisite and beautiful gift box and casually waved his hand.

The gift box instantly appeared in her dry, claw-like hands.

An invisible force removed the delicate bindings, revealing nine bottles neatly arranged in a nine-square grid.

Looking at the bottles of potions inside, Mason let out a strange laugh: "You brat, all you think about is potions, huh?"

Ivan chuckled, "This was specially made for you by your grandson, it's incredibly potent!"

Mason didn't refuse; with a wave of his hand, the potions disappeared.

Her gaze fell on Carter, and she turned around, put down her cane, and leaned back in the low chair.

"I'm not interested in this kid right now. It would be a waste for me to just eat such an interesting guy."

Carter stepped forward and said, "What I want is not that kind of assurance, but for you to completely abandon your coercion of Arkham."

Mason chuckled, licking his few remaining yellow teeth with his thin tongue: "Does your University of Michigan really have the ability to sever the connection between bloodline levels?"

"My blood flows in his veins!"

"His spirituality, his physical body, and even his mental origins all come from me. How do you intend to sever them?"

Upon hearing this, Carter saw that the previously dark eyes were gradually enveloped by countless rays of light.

Within that light, countless bubbles seemed to rise and burst, then continue to rise and burst...

Each time it exploded, the light in its eyes grew even brighter and more oppressive.

"You should know that there are many ways to sever these connections!"

Carter's voice echoed endlessly, and each time the echo resounded, Ivan could feel a flash of light passing through the room.

As he spoke, a dark and ancient-looking book appeared in Carter's palm.

The moment Mason saw the book, a hint of coldness appeared on his usually composed face.

"You want to use the contract to sever the bond between us by blood!?"

Carter responded coldly and firmly, "Of course we can do that!"

You should know how many books the University of Michigan has in its possession!

"We even have clues about the book from which you signed the contract!"

"In order to achieve immortality and escape your status as a witch, you signed a contract in that book, thus becoming a believer in the God of Darkness!"

"So now Arkham can also sign a contract to completely break free from your control and threats!"

Ivan, standing to the side, widened his eyes. At his level, he couldn't possibly sense the level of conflict between those in higher positions.

He could feel the strong and profound sense of oppression emanating from Carter.

In a daze, Ivan saw a phantom behind each of the two.

Behind his ancestor was a dark, twisted entity with many indescribable tentacles.

Those tentacles slowly wriggled and coiled in the lightless void, exuding a decay and malice that could easily erode one's mind.

Behind Carter stood a magnificent gate, from which countless bubbles rose, emitting a myriad of lights.

Each bubble seemed to contain a universe, so profound that one dared not look directly at it.

It's clear that this is no longer a battle between two normal humans.

The two exchanged words for about ten seconds before everything calmed down.

The oppressive, suffocating atmosphere slowly dissipated, and the attic returned to its decaying, deathly silence.

After a few seconds of silence, Mason on the other end stated his conditions.

"I have now found a new way to maintain my sanity, but I am incapable of doing it in my current state."

"If this kid can help me solve this current problem, I can guarantee that I won't make any further threats against him."

Seeing that the other party had taken the initiative to back down, Carter also restrained his aura and asked in return, "What trouble?"

Mason's voice turned cold and angry.

"A group of self-righteous mortals are using their ignorant and narrow-minded perspectives to blaspheme the power of the god of darkness."

"The location is right in Worcester!"

"They fused the power of the God of Darkness with those lowly monsters and beasts, creating many blasphemous beings."

"Now these reckless fools are focusing their attention on me."

"I can handle the guys in Arkham Town."

"But you need to help me deal with the situation in Worcester."

Upon hearing his ancestor's request, Ivan immediately thought of the Calamity Rat King beneath that villa!

So Ivan tentatively asked, "You mean the people at the Institute of Excellence?"

After listening, Mason looked at Ivan and said, "Looks like you've already dealt with them before."

"Those guys are using all sorts of rituals to constantly harass me remotely."

"Then, taking advantage of my momentary lapses in attention, they used a special ritual to steal the power of the God of Darkness from me for experiments."

"In my current state, I am unable to deal with them personally."

"Since you want to gain freedom from my bloodline, you will naturally have to pay a sufficient price."

Upon hearing this, Ivan nodded in understanding: "I see!"

Carter then asked Ivan, "Are you confident?!"

Ivan grinned: "I'm confident, but what exactly is the solution Grandma wants?"

"Should we eliminate those who conducted the ceremony? Or should we wipe out the entire Institute of Excellence!?"

"Such a large organization must have many powerful and influential figures."

"I don't have the ability to deal with those people right now."

Mason raised his withered finger and pointed forward, and then a beam of light shot straight into Ivan's mind.

Then some data and memories appeared in Evan's mind.

"The Institute of Excellence is also divided into many factions; you need to completely eliminate this faction!"

"The strongest member of this faction is a fanatical lord."

"That guy doesn't need your help. Eliminate everyone in this faction involved in the blasphemy!"

"If you can complete this step, I can remove the mark buried in your blood."

Ivan closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the data; there were a total of 46 people listed.

Among these 46 people, Evan spotted a familiar face.

That was the financier named James whom I had already killed.

Ivan nodded: "No problem."

Seeing how readily Evan agreed, Mason tilted his head and glanced at his descendant.

A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes before he let out a low, sinister chuckle: "Then I'm looking forward to your performance."

After agreeing on the terms of the deal, Carter, on behalf of the University of Michigan, signed the agreement with Mason.

Ivan still couldn't see the details clearly, only that the two men waved their hands forward.

With a strange fluctuation, the alliance was completed.

After the transaction was completed, Mason asked in a teasing tone, "Want to stay for a meal?"

"I can cook you a delicious lunch."

Upon hearing this, Evan clearly saw Carter's throat move up and down, showing signs of dry heaving.

Then Carter grabbed Evan and disappeared before Evan could even suggest trying the salty taste.

After the two left, a monster that looked like the size of a baby appeared in the corner.

This creature has the body of a rat, but its head is that of an underdeveloped human, similar to that of a dwarf.

It gives off an incredibly eerie and sinister aura.

The features on that tiny face were squeezed together, and the small, beady eyes were filled with a sinister look that was completely incongruous with its youthful appearance.

Brown Jenkins, the human-faced rat, is Mason's familiar. He is the unseen being who spoke with Evan after Mason saved him last time.

In fact, it was a gift bestowed upon Mason by the great god of darkness after she signed the contract.

"Master, are we just going to let the container go like this?" Brown's voice was filled with doubt.

Mason then let out a sinister laugh: "Those marks aren't so easy to clean."

"Let this kid complete this task first, and then we'll see what he's made of."

"And while you're at it, try to appease those lunatics at the University of Michigan."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Brown's neck, which was covered in wrinkled skin and rat hair.

"Now we should focus on giving those blasphemers a lesson they'll regret for the rest of their lives!"

Brown exclaimed excitedly, "More toys!"

Mason then casually took out a bottle of potion given to him by Evan and uncorked it.

In an instant, a strong sense of bestiality swept over us.

Mason immediately cursed, "You brat! Who taught him to brew potions without adding a buffer?!"

……

With a flash of light, Ivan heard a series of strange roars and cold air rushing past his ears.

When he came to his senses, he found that the two of them had returned to the west gate of the University of Michigan.

Evan looked at the book in Carter's hand and asked curiously.

"Professor Carter, can this book really sever my blood ties with my ancestors?"

Cardi nodded: "Although the extraordinary is not recorded in books."

"But some books are made of materials that exist in special realms, and they contain extraordinary knowledge that ordinary people cannot understand."

"Each book can be said to represent the authority and power of a god."

"Signing your name on a book means that you have completely surrendered to this god and are willing to offer him everything."

"It is precisely because of this rule that after signing the contract you will receive the baptism of this divine knowledge, and your own spirituality and origins will be reshaped."

"As long as you can endure that insane indoctrination of knowledge, you can be reborn in your current form."

"This is the ultimate way to deal with the threat from your ancestors."

Carter paused for a moment before continuing, "Just like your ancestors, who signed their names in the Book of a*%s#@t%￥."

Upon hearing the name, Ivan felt a moment of disorientation.

I can't quite make out the name no matter how I listen to it.

P.S.: In a daze, Evan is asking for monthly votes!