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

Hill's face was filled with shock and bewilderment.

Seeing the pale and alluring witch, Evan, feeling a wicked thought creeping into his mind, quickly changed the subject.

This kind of alluring and slightly wicked mature woman really appeals to Evan's taste.

"What is the Black Blood System?"

Hill turned his head, his golden vertical pupils staring straight at him, as if he were looking at a person with three heads.

She took a deep breath and began to explain.

"Once the Witcher traits are activated, there are three main characteristics: white hair, golden vertical pupils, and black blood."

"All potions are highly poisonous. Witchers rely on potions to fight, so they must have a powerful detoxification system to combat these toxins."

"This system allows us to take multiple potions at the same time, stacking different effects for use in battle."

"Black blood is an important component of this, and can be considered a hallmark product for resisting toxicity."

She pointed to her neck.

"And that drop of blood you just shed was used as a magic potion by my Black Blood System."

"Damn it, the toxicity in your blood is almost as high as if I had drunk a bottle of Poison Lizard Potion."

Ivan blinked, trying to ease the tension.

"Perhaps you're being too sensitive?"

"hehe……"

Hill discovered that people can actually laugh in exasperation when they are utterly speechless.

She took a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped her mouth, the handkerchief immediately getting stained with the black liquid she vomited.

"You brat, put it that way."

She pointed to Evan's chest.

"You don't have a single clean drop of blood on you right now. You're covered in medicine."

"This blood... no, it should be called bodily fluid, is enough to temporarily paralyze a low-level bloodthirsty species."

Upon hearing this, Ivan felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction and pride welling up inside him.

So taking too much medicine can actually have such amazing effects on the blood!?

"Master, will you secretly protect me?"

He asked tentatively.

"My blood is definitely useless against Pris, but if he attacks directly, I won't last more than a few seconds."

Hill had by this time mostly digested the poison.

She spat another mouthful of black saliva into the toilet, and the black veins on her neck faded away at a visible speed. Her golden vertical pupils turned back to blue, and her silver hair slowly regained its original warm gold color.

"I don't have time," she said, straightening her collar which she had torn up.

"I've been busy with other work lately."

She paused for a moment.

"But I'll have my senior brother come and protect you. It's a good opportunity for you two to get to know each other; you'll all be brothers from the same sect from now on."

"He's much better than me."

She pulled her hat brim down a little and blinked.

"Just continue attending classes as usual. Starting today, he will be keeping an eye on you secretly."

"Anyone who wants to take action directly will have to get past him first."

After hearing this, Ivan's shoulders relaxed completely.

"Thank you so much. Now I can continue taking my medication with peace of mind."

Hill's lips twitched.

Evan glanced at his pocket watch; it was almost seven o'clock.

He quickly grabbed his schoolbag and rushed out of the washroom.

"Master, I'm leaving now, or I'll miss the tram."

Hill was left standing alone in the bathroom.

She watched Evan's figure disappear through the door, then leaned against the edge of the sink and shook her head helplessly.

"Are all the people in Arkham this strange?"

Evan boarded the tram on time and arrived at school before 7:30, as usual.

Today's classes were the same as before.

But he could clearly feel that the way his classmates looked at him had become much more peaceful.

The events that happened on the playground yesterday have undoubtedly been spread by Miss Hearst, who is the focus of the entire school.

A person of her status can change the "class" of a poor student in the eyes of a rich kid in just one night with a single sentence.

Most importantly, this poor boy did not overstep his bounds after Miss Hearst spoke to him.

This led the wealthy young men to believe that Ivan was a sensible person who knew his place.

The hostility naturally decreased significantly.

11:00 AM.

Halfway through the chemistry lesson, Professor Mons had just erased one line of the equations on the blackboard.

A series of prompts suddenly popped up on Ivan's panel.

88 hours have passed.

[You reversed the side effects of the incomplete Demon Hunter Transformation Potion.]

Your memory has been greatly enhanced, and your mental strength has been permanently increased by 0.3.

Your sense of taste has been greatly enhanced, and your constitution has been permanently increased by 0.1.

Your reproductive ability has been greatly increased, and your physical constitution has been permanently increased by 0.3.

Ivan sat in the last row, staring at the few lines of text on the panel, and almost choked on the sip of water he had just drunk.

He quickly lowered his head, pretending to write notes, but actually he was mentally ranting.

"Goodness."

"Are the side effects of this drug memory loss, loss of taste, and even infertility?"

But upon further reflection, he immediately understood the logic behind it.

Taking large amounts of magic potions will inevitably damage brain nerves; this is an undeniable fact.

As a profession based on potions, memory loss is an unavoidable consequence for witchers.

The price of having a sensitive sense of taste is more like an evolutionary adaptation.

A witcher who constantly has to ingest all sorts of strange-smelling and bizarre-tasting potions.

If your taste buds are as sensitive as a normal person's, then you're practically being tortured every day.

As for reproductive ability.

Evan made two subtle taps on the draft paper with the nib of his pen.

"Witchers are like those..."

His mind conjured up images of "crazy tech enthusiasts" in gyms around the world.

"People who take exogenous drugs for a long time will experience a decline in their body's corresponding functions."

"If too much exogenous testosterone is injected, the testicles will naturally shrink."

Once he figured out this correspondence, the entire system of Witcher side effects became logically consistent in his mind.

Just as he was thinking this, he sensed a change.

My memory became incredibly clear.

Every word Professor Mons had just spoken, every pause, and every tap of chalk on the blackboard seemed to be precisely etched into his skull.

The taste buds in my mouth became incredibly sensitive.

The lingering aftertaste of the coffee he had that morning, the metallic scent of fountain pen ink, the slightly astringent taste of chalk dust drifting in the air—each flavor presented distinctly on his tongue.

And a certain physiological sensation in the lower body...

Ivan suppressed a barely suppressed laugh.

"The values ​​following this are not generalized and diluted, but rather represent specific enhancements to the corresponding abilities."

He analyzed the situation rapidly in his mind.

Physical constitution and mental state are two attributes that encompass many aspects.

Normal, general improvements in physical constitution or mental state will be diluted evenly across all levels.

But things are different now.

An improvement in one specific aspect can result in a one-third increase in physical fitness compared to a normal person, as shown on the panel.

This means that his improvement in memory, taste, and reproductive ability is not just a slight increase, but a direct multiplication!

A surge! A massive surge! A crazy surge!

After all, no matter how strong one's reproductive ability is, it cannot immediately and directly affect immunity, resilience, endurance, or strength.

Even the strongest memory cannot affect reaction speed, logical thinking ability, thinking speed, or resistance to pollution.

But now, each of these two individual aspects has increased by 0.3.

This is a numerical increase in functionality without any dilution.

In gaming terms: This is a noble, independent riding area!

Ivan looked down at the numbers flashing on the panel.

He felt that he had vaguely touched the threshold of photographic memory.

Once he actively wants to etch a piece of information into his mind, it's like it's been welded on and will never fade again.

"Awesome!"

"Increased fertility, super-high testosterone levels—this is a true octagonal warrior!"

He silently thought about it in his mind, and then wrote down Professor Mons' explanation about the preparation of chlorine on the draft paper without missing a single word.

[Constitution: 2.013→2.433]

[Spirit: 1.107→1.477]

"That's what you call attributes."

Ivan tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the draft paper.

In the time that followed, he studied at an efficiency that even top students could not match.

Professor Mons explained every reaction equation and the properties of every compound.

Every grammar chart displayed by the German teacher, showing the masculine, feminine, and neuter gender of every word.

Every calculus formula derived in math class.

All the information he wanted to remember seemed to be pressed into his brain by an invisible hand.

In the next class, he was like an observer with a cheat code, watching himself absorb the knowledge of this era at a speed far beyond that of ordinary people.