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

Ivan completely ignored his female assistant's disdain.

His mouth was wide open, and his incisors were still frantically tearing and grinding at the wound on the crimson tentacle.

The foul-smelling blood, mixed with the remnants of the Blood-Burning Potion in his mouth, was being fed into the wound, mouthful by mouthful.

The female assistant didn't care.

She ran without stopping, her posture as composed as if victory was already in her grasp.

I advise you to give up struggling.

Her voice came from ahead, steady and cold, without a trace of panting.

"I have thoroughly investigated your background."

"Your family is a branch of the Mason family."

Ivan paused his biting motion slightly.

"Our ancestry can be traced back to a witch in the seventeenth century."

The female assistant continued speaking, her tone carrying a sense of superiority as if she had just revealed the answer.

"You don't really think that your grandparents, and your parents, died for those literal reasons, do you?"

Ivan was taken aback.

The intense pain jolted my mind into a state of paralysis for a second.

The female assistant seemed to have a lot to say.

"Arkham has many secrets. The Mason family is one of them."

She paused for a moment, then gave a cold laugh.

"It is not easy to worship an immortal person."

"The invitation to return home this year has fallen to you."

"You should know what this means."

Ivan's fingers tightened suddenly.

He vaguely remembered some scenes.

Occasionally, letters from our hometown will appear on the wooden dining table at home, sealed with wax and bearing the crest of our declining family.

Every time they open the package, the faces of the grandparents and parents all turn quite grim.

That kind of ugliness wasn't just simple unhappiness, but a repressed fear stemming from being gripped by fate.

The atmosphere at home would be gloomy for days, and no one wanted to mention the contents of the letter.

"If you stay with us obediently, you can live a little longer."

The female assistant's last sentence seemed like some kind of bait.

While Ivan was still struggling to piece together these clues in his mind, which was still in turmoil from the pain.

thump.

My body tumbled twice during the violent shaking.

Ivan crashed heavily onto the damp, muddy ground.

He struggled to lift his head, supporting himself on the ground.

His female assistant had already led him out of Guding Street for almost two kilometers.

Before him lay the familiar southeastern countryside, with the silhouette of an abandoned factory faintly visible beneath the distant cliffs.

The female assistant, who had been walking briskly just moments before, was now lying prone on the ground three meters away from him.

"What happened?"

She propped herself up, a look of confusion on her face.

"Why is my body... not obeying my commands?"

Her pupils suddenly contracted into a vertical slit, and her entire iris turned blood red, as if some kind of rapid internal examination was being performed.

The next second, her expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Damn it!"

She looked up abruptly, her eyes burning with fury.

"What did you do to me? How did I get poisoned?"

She tried to struggle to her feet, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

I felt weak all over, my muscles were loose, I was dizzy, and I couldn't even support myself to kneel up.

She quickly calculated in her mind: "The unknown toxin has been diluted and is not strong."

These symptoms will not last.

Given her physical condition, she should be able to gradually return to normal within 30 seconds at most.

But in that very second...

She saw Ivan get up from the ground.

The guy's face was covered in blood, and there were still fresh bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

One eye is a golden vertical pupil, and the other is a jet-black human eye.

This bizarre combination looked especially strange under the moonlight.

He walked straight toward her.

The female assistant gave a cold laugh.

"Hmph. You can't kill me."

then.

Evan straddled her limp legs, flipped over and mounted her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and lowered his head to kiss her.

! ! ?

The female assistant was completely stunned.

Her proud eyes were completely lost in that instant, followed by a glint of almost ecstatic joy in her irises.

"Haha, this guy's brain has probably been fried by the Witcher's traits."

"Is it because you've been sexually repressed for too long?"

She instinctively sneered inwardly.

"You didn't kill me, but instead kissed me?"

"Good job, good dog!"

Just as she was basking in this absurd victory.

A hot, spicy liquid poured into her mouth through the gaps between her teeth.

Ivan was prepared.

He pressed down on her chin with one hand to prevent her from closing her mouth, and then slammed his other hand into the center of her chest.

The liquid was forcibly forced into her esophagus.

The female assistant's pupils suddenly widened.

She instantly realized that this guy was pretending to be stupid!

The next second, her two upper canines instantly grew into fangs, and with a sudden turn of her head, she bit down hard on the side of Evan's neck.

Sensing something was wrong, she activated Plan B.

Vampire Blood, a secondary characteristic specifically used to create blood slaves, is a toxin naturally present in all bloodthirsty races.

She took two large gulps of blood, simultaneously injecting the filthy blood stored within her body into Evan's wound.

If she can turn this guy into her blood slave, she still has a chance to turn things around.

Even if it means that all previous research results may be wasted, and that the experimental subject's "sunshine resistance" may be completely eliminated.

She had no other choice.

The demon hunters are short-handed, and this bloodthirsty race, constantly exploited by capitalists, is in no better shape.

The unknown toxins and this guy's unknown plans gave her no time to think.

But after taking two large gulps of blood, the female assistant sensed something was wrong.

flutter.

She suddenly spat out the remaining blood from her mouth, her scarlet eyes widening to their limit.

"Damn it!"

Her voice became sharp and hoarse.

"Why does your blood... smell of the Healing Church's money? And... ahhh!"

Before she could finish speaking, her entire body began to convulse violently.

Ivan straddled her, looking down at the reversal.

The two originally enormous crimson tentacles began to shrink and collapse at a visible speed, like water balloons from which blood had been drained.

Numerous red, bulging blood vessels began to appear on the skin of both sides of her shoulders, resembling a terrifying spider web.

The crimson hue characteristic of vampires was rapidly fading from her pupils.

Her exaggerated vampire fangs are shrinking back at a speed that defies the laws of physics, returning to the length of normal teeth.

All the extraordinary characteristics belonging to the Bloodthirsty race are rapidly fading away.

Three waves of Blood Burning Potion.

A wave of energy originates from the tentacles, biting open the skin and injecting directly into the bloodstream.

One dose comes from the mouth, directly orally, mouth to mouth.

Another wave consisted of blood saturated with various drug components.

Three links and one thoroughfare, penetrating straight to the top of the head!

To Evan's surprise, it seemed that the copper oxide component also played a role.

At this point, a prompt appears on the panel.

[You have been injected with a large amount of vampire blood; effects last: 10 hours.]

[Effect: Extraordinary Trait: Base Vampirism +5%]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

Meanwhile, the female assistant felt like she was going crazy.

"Damn it! What is this thing?!"

It felt like being pulled from a dark laboratory into the midday sun.

Her blood was burning, from deep within her veins to her fingertips, from her stomach walls to her esophagus.

Even worse, she felt her ability to control her thoughts was rapidly decreasing.

It was the contamination from the curse of the Healing Church dungeon, silently eroding her sanity.

"Damn it, cough cough!"

She coughed violently, each cough producing black, bloody phlegm.

"Who are you?!"

She screamed hysterically, thirsting for blood, her body struggling incessantly.

But it's like a paralyzed patient nailed to the ground, only able to wriggle meaninglessly in the soil.

Ivan said in a hoarse, low voice, "I am your father!"

As he spoke, he rolled off his female assistant, stood up, and looked around.

His gaze fell on a large rock three steps away.

It was a piece of angular, bluish-gray granite weighing about forty pounds, a roadbed stone that had been overturned by a truck from a nearby abandoned factory.

Ivan walked over, bent down, and picked up the stone with both hands.

His 2.3 physique made it almost effortless for him to lift the rock.

He walked back to his female assistant.

The female assistant raised her dazed eyes and watched him lift the stone; her lips trembled slightly.

"you……"

Bang.

A stone fell.

It hit the female assistant squarely on the forehead.

The sound of bones cracking was as crisp as stepping on a watermelon.

"kill……"

She managed to squeeze out an unfinished syllable from her throat.

Bang.

The second time.

Bang.

The third time.

……

Evan couldn't remember how many times he had smashed it.

When he finally stopped, he looked down.

Her entire body was splattered with dark red and black blood, and she couldn't tell which parts were hers and which were hers.

The female assistant's head and most of her neck on the ground had been smashed into a slowly writhing mass of flesh, mixed with bone fragments, brain matter, and dirt, emitting a nauseating stench.

call! !

Ivan sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

The physical exertion he had just expended by continuously striking with the stone far exceeded his expectations.

But he dared not stop.

The reason he chose such an absurd method as a forced kiss to administer the drug was because he was afraid that his female assistant would shut her mouth tightly if she noticed anything amiss.

If that happens, he'll have to find other ways to poison her, and that will waste enough time for her to regain her mobility.

So the moment he landed and regained his freedom, he put the second bottle of Blood Burning Potion in his mouth, waiting for her to lower her guard.

As it turned out, he made the right bet.

The female assistant didn't notice anything unusual; instead, she assumed that his demon-hunting traits had damaged his brain and caused sexual repression.

Ivan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It seems that Pris is nothing special after all."

He muttered to himself, expressing his mockery of Pris.

"In the same university, how could they not know that Professor Byron was researching a drug to suppress them?"

It was obvious that the female assistant had no idea about the existence of the Blood Burning Potion.