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

Chapter 289 The University of Michigan's Rival: Bleechester University

After a few seconds of silence in the office, which was filled with the scent of time, a strong and powerful voice rang out.

"Extraordinary traces are like strata and fossils in geology; if they exist, they will definitely be discovered!"

Although the voice sounded very old, it was steady and powerful, like the hum of a solid rock.

Ivan turned his head and saw that the speaker was an old man with white hair and beard whom he did not recognize.

The old man was dressed in a rather traditional black suit with a clean white shirt underneath.

His aged face was angular, and a pair of oval brown glasses sat on his high nose.

At first glance, the old man's aura is somewhat similar to Armitage's.

If Armitage is a sharp sword hidden in that old scabbard.

The old man in front of me had the same aura as a rock that had stood on the earth for millions of years.

He gives the impression that even if the world were to collapse, he could stand there calmly and steadily.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Carter stood up and introduced, "Arkham, I forgot to introduce you."

"William Dale, a geology professor at the school, a lord-level knight."

"He once accomplished an unprecedented feat during the Antarctic scientific expedition and is now one of the pillar professors of the University of Michigan!"

Seeing that Carter had to stand up respectfully during the introduction, Evan immediately suppressed his smile and bowed.

"It's an honor to meet you, Professor Dale."

Dale stood up, his rough, calloused hands stroking his gray beard, and then, as he approached Evan, he gave his arm and thigh a couple of sharp pinches.

Professor Dale looked satisfied as he felt the rock-hard muscles in his palm.

"Excellent! I admire investigators with strong physiques!"

"This way, one can protect oneself in the face of various disasters such as mining accidents, earthquakes, landslides, and fires."

Hearing this, Ivan sighed inwardly, "University of Michigan really doesn't tolerate idlers!"

"What kind of experiences did this old man have that made him say such things?"

After a brief introduction, Thurston said, "I will use the power of dreams to gradually investigate the surrounding area."

"Dell, the task of tracking down those madmen is now in your hands."

Carter added, "I will continue to track them down."

"We must bring them back as soon as possible!"

Evan asked curiously, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

After a moment's hesitation, Dell said, "You're a pretty good bait."

"Given the abilities and methods you demonstrated at the time, they should have taken you quite seriously."

"Once you stabilize the situation, they will definitely target you again."

"However, you should be safe for the next period of time."

"These madmen are too weak, and they will likely spend a long time recuperating and recovering their strength."

While Ivan and his group were discussing their plans, on the other side of the world...

In a damp, misty valley somewhere in Britain, a distorted ripple was heard.

Then three extremely disheveled figures suddenly appeared and knelt on the ground in a sorry state.

The three men were covered in blood and a strange blue fluorescent substance, and their flesh was covered in numerous gruesome bite marks.

The middle-aged clergyman's entire left shoulder, along with half of his neck, was torn off.

Despite the constant wriggling of the granulation tissue in the wound, there was no way to heal these injuries.

Another elderly man with white hair and beard had a large hole punched in his chest, and his skin was still swelling with white, luminous bubbles.

The last one is a humanoid creature with a snake's head.

All the scales on his body had been peeled off, and one of his sharp fangs had been blown off.

The left eye is blind, and the entire back is filled with cracks that are filled with light.

These three beings, who spanned eras, blasphemed the gods, and once looked down upon all living beings, now appeared as disheveled and panicked as pigs that had escaped from a slaughterhouse.

The three of them were in a terrible state, panting heavily, barely managing to suppress their injuries with their remaining spiritual energy.

At that moment, the white-haired old man's body suddenly swelled up violently.

Numerous black lines could be seen, resembling horsehair worms parasitizing his body, seemingly devouring it.

"Help me!!"

The old man immediately let out a panicked scream.

The remaining two men, though their faces were full of gloom, had no choice but to grit their teeth and do their thing.

The snake-man opened its mouth, and an invisible force enveloped the old man's body.

The middle-aged clergyman then took out a brass bell covered with intricate patterns and shook it twice.

With the ripples of sound and an invisible force, the old man's body, which was about to spiral out of control, finally stabilized.

Only then did the three of them finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Freak! Madman! Traitor to this world!" the old man cursed through gritted teeth.

The snake-man, panting heavily, said, "It seems that the outside world has undergone drastic changes in the past few thousand years."

"That guy's aura is too mysterious; we've never seen anything like it in our time."

The middle-aged clergyman pondered for a moment before saying, "I know a little about that power; it comes from a group of gods known as the Outer Gods."

"It is said that the power of those Outer Gods is far greater than that of the Old Gods."

The old man muttered to himself, "Outer Gods—shouldn't our place be the center of the universe?"

"Shouldn't we be the strongest beings!?"

As the group was talking, the snake-man seemed to sense something and immediately warned, "Our backup is here. Disguise yourselves."

"We absolutely cannot let these people see us in such a sorry state."

So the three of them barely used their last bit of strength to turn into three shadows.

The middle-aged clergyman turned into a brass bell, the old man into a stone, and the snake-man into a cloud of mist with scarlet eyes.

A few minutes later, several figures quietly appeared in the mist.

Most of them wore deerstalker hats, brown and green adventure outfits, and lace-up boots.

Although they looked like they were exploring the mountains, the brims of their hats and clothes were not wet from the thick fog, which indicated that they had just arrived.

The group was led by a middle-aged man wearing a wizard's hat and a gray robe, whose body was floating in mid-air.

When the group saw the three people, their eyes immediately filled with excitement and anticipation, and they bowed in greeting.

"Rafam, Professor of Dark Arts at Blychester University, pays his respects to you wise men who have transcended time."

The teachers and students behind him also bowed in excitement and enthusiasm.

The first to speak was an elderly man with white hair and beard: "Very good, dear students, I have always liked students who are punctual."

The middle-aged man named Rafam said respectfully, "The hall that will house you wise men is ready."

"Please follow the students to the University of Blichester!"

The snake-man standing to the side said in a condescending, cold voice, "Very good attitude, Rafaam."

"You'll soon receive the reward you deserve!"

"At that time, you will become a true master of magic."

"All things in the world will fall into despair and wailing in the shadow of your magic."

"Your era is about to begin!"

"Your arch-rival, Miskatonic University, will also be utterly torn apart by you!"

Over the next two days, Dylan and his team discovered nothing unusual and successfully completed the filming with their students.

Thanks to Miguel's assistance, David's work became much easier.

In two days, they only managed to deal with four audacious robbers, two drug addicts, and two madmen corrupted by monsters.

Eight attacks in two days is a fairly safe frequency in Arkham.

In addition, the side effects of the fusion potion appeared.

You reversed the side effects of the fusion potion!

Your intuition will permanently increase by 0.6%.

The side effects are simple and direct.

"This is delicious! I should eat more of this!"

Ivan was overjoyed.

Along the way, he has deeply felt the convenience brought by the attribute of intuition.

Often, simply following your heart will solve many problems!

The Insightful Potion was also completed around the same time.

You reversed the side effects of rectal absorption of the Insight Potion.

Your willpower has been greatly increased, and your spirit has been permanently increased by 0.1.

[Your brain resilience has increased, and your physical and mental abilities have been permanently increased by 0.04.]

Aside from the side effects of the potion, Evan has been focusing more on his studies at the University of Michigan these past two days.

Under the tutelage of his professors, he systematically perfected his extraordinary knowledge system.

It focuses on improving the aspects of alchemy and medical anatomy, as well as advanced knowledge related to celestial phenomena and rituals.

Just as Evan was preparing to further his studies on those forbidden books and magical knowledge, he received a phone call from Bolton.

The caller was Parker.

"Evan, I need—your help."

Do you have time?

You could tell that Uncle Parker's voice was muffled and hoarse, and he seemed to be injured.

Ivan nodded immediately and said, "I'll head back from Arkham now. Uncle Parker, please take care of yourself!"

Parker weakly hummed in agreement: "Okay."

"I'll be waiting for you at 771 Hein Street."

The conversation was brief, and then the call ended.

Evan quickly communicated with Carter, who was teaching him magic.

After a moment's thought, Carter nodded and said, "Indeed, things over there are more urgent. You can learn these things anytime."

As he spoke, Carter casually took out the Silver Key and turned it forward, opening a portal.

Go!

"As for Dylan and Hearst, I will have students from the University of Michigan assist David in escorting them back."

Evan was just about to fly back himself when he didn't expect Carter to be so convenient!

After expressing his gratitude, Ivan strode through the teleportation portal.

With a dizzying sensation, when Evan regained his senses, he found himself in the dense forest on the western outskirts of Bolton.

Many trees ahead have already sprouted new buds and grown branches and leaves.

The sea behind us crashed against the rocks and reefs, creating a thunderous roar.

In the distance, he also saw several broken tree trunks and depressions in the ground.

This place looks so familiar.

"Isn't this the place where I killed that factory owner named Elton!?"

I had just finished applying the potion when this factory owner came knocking on my door.

After punching his opponent through the chest, he brought his body here to begin the final battle.

In the end, this kid was turned into a lump of mud by his own poisonous blood.

Taking a deep breath of the cold, salty sea breeze, Evan sped up the hillside and rushed toward the city.

"Fate is always so coincidental."

"Being teleported here means I'll probably be dealing with capitalists again."

I walked briskly back to Guding Street, which was still as bustling and lively as ever.

A group of four- or five-year-old children, led by a seven- or eight-year-old, were running around the street, chattering incessantly.

Just like when I was a child, following behind Albert.

People were coming and going from tailor shops, pharmacies, and dentists on both sides of the street.

At the entrance to the building, a group of women were washing clothes while chatting about everyday matters, occasionally letting out a hearty laugh.

The sounds of blacksmithing, the aroma of bread, and the savory smell of oil from the honey restaurant blended together—

This is the taste of home.

I don't know if it's just my imagination because I haven't been back for several days.

Evan felt that Guding Street seemed more vibrant and relaxed than before.

However, he is currently busy and does not have time to continue observing.

Pulling the brim of his newsboy cap low, Evan sped across Gooding Street toward Hain Street.

After all, Uncle Parker's business is the most important thing right now, and there's no time to chat and gossip with these neighbors.

A few minutes later, Evan arrived at 771 Hayne Street, drawn by the smell of the sea.

This is an old building that has now completely collapsed. Its style is similar to that of Carey's (the overseer who was covered in viruses) house. Both were wooden houses built during the colonial period.

The main structure of the house has collapsed, and the front is piled with all kinds of garbage, which smells terrible.

Using his keen sense of smell and hearing, he quickly made his way to the back of the house, which was overgrown with weeds.

With a constitution of 20 points and hearing enhanced by various magical potions, his heavy breathing could be heard even through the ground.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Parker opened his demon-hunting vision, and his uncle's footprints appeared.

The footprints were quite light and eventually disappeared through a hole in the wall.

Ivan nimbly passed through the hole and, through his demon hunter vision, followed the footprints to find a hidden door.

This hidden door was so well concealed that it would be impossible to spot with the naked eye without the help of a demon hunter's vision.

After confirming that he was not being followed, Ivan crouched down and knocked on the hidden door.

"Uncle Parker, it's me."

Parker inside seemed very alert, so he asked in a low voice.

"How much did I pay you when you first worked for me?"

Evan suddenly recalled the scene when he had taken Pris's Blood Potion, and was so restless that he ran to the docks to carry sacks.

Then, with a nostalgic tone, he said, "Four hours of effective work, 32 cents."

After hearing his words repeated, the hidden door, which at first glance appeared to have no special traces, was opened instantly.

Then Ivan saw Parker's face contorted in pain.

At this point, his mouth was swollen and enlarged, protruding forward and turning backward, even covering his entire face.

It's covered.

At the same time, numerous lumps appeared on his body, and his entire being exuded a bestial aura.

Seeing this, Ivan quickly helped Parker up and asked, "Uncle Parker, what happened? Why are you suddenly like this?"

Parker struggled to move his completely deformed mouth, uttering indistinct sounds.

"Yesterday, on my way home from get off work, I helped a woman who had been robbed to get her bag back."

"But it was during this process that I was attacked by two strange men."

"One of them can teleport instantly, and the other's head is a snake!"

"I was no match for them at all, and I was struck by the snake's attack while trying to escape."

"At first I didn't feel anything, but today the situation suddenly worsened."

Ivan nodded silently.

It's clear that someone like Parker, who was only infected by the potion and didn't yet have a complete profession, is ultimately no match for a true superhuman.

Did they ask you anything? Like about potions, or about yourself?

After a few seconds of silence, Parker said vaguely, "They seemed to have mentioned some kind of beastly potion—"