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

After praising the sun, Ivan closed his eyes and carefully absorbed the basic information that flooded his mind at that moment.

That's not knowledge; it's a kind of cognition that has become ingrained in our instincts.

The Witcher.

A profession that gradually evolved in ancient times as humans fought against various monsters.

A profession is not formed instantly because of a single extraordinary characteristic.

Rather, it is the extraordinary characteristic that naturally forms after countless generations of accumulated experience have crossed a certain critical point.

Subsequently, after incorporating the extraordinary characteristics of numerous demons and forming many traditions and schools, it eventually reached its current state.

Today's Witcher traditions are formed by combining magical potions with the extraordinary properties of monsters, and then adding corresponding witch-hunting skills.

Some long-established lineages of demon hunters possess unique signature abilities due to repeated fusions with specific monsters.

He is the seventh generation in Evan's lineage.

However, this tradition has a relatively short history, lasting only 130 years.

Because witchers spend a lot of time with highly toxic potions, their average lifespan is relatively short.

From the moment the transformation is successful, the average lifespan is only ten to twenty-five years.

Hill's master, the previous owner of this trait, died at the age of forty-four.

He is already considered one of the longest-lived members of this lineage.

Years of accumulation have enabled this lineage to possess three professional skills.

First item: Demon Hunter Vision.

An essential ability passed down to almost every Witcher.

Once activated, you can see footprints and scents associated with extraordinary traits.

Every extraordinary creature leaves behind a unique spirituality that can be captured by these eyes.

The second item: the secondary brain.

This inherited skill was passed down from the second user.

The brain can grow a second time.

During the transformation process, diseased or excess brain tissue is stripped away and combined with properties from the Brain-Stealing Demon to form a small brain tissue that can assist in controlling the body.

The third item: Sage's control.

This inherited skill was passed down from the fourth user.

While hunting monsters, he was corrupted by the Demon of Desire, and then used a magic potion to lock and fuse some of the Demon of Desire's characteristics.

During a mystical ritual, one can increase their control over the ritual by adding their own bodily fluids.

Upon seeing this, Ivan couldn't help but smack his lips.

"It seems that all of you seniors possess extraordinary skills!"

"The three side effects of the previous potion have been amplified here."

He mentally matched them one by one.

The degeneration of taste has transformed into the ability to perceive smells and spirituality in the eyes of demon hunters.

Memory decline is caused by the growth of the accessory brain altering the brain's structure.

As for the sage's control.

This ability directly caused the side effect of this group of witchers becoming infertile, but at the cost of transferring that energy to ritual control.

Ivan closed his eyes, sensing the tiny secondary brain within his body.

"I don't know if it's because of the potion or because of my time travel."

He muttered to himself.

"My secondary brain... is alive."

And at that very moment.

His ears caught a crisp sound.

Ring ring.

The sound of a bicycle bell came from the hillside not far away, particularly jarring in this quiet countryside.

"Is anyone there?"

Ivan felt a chill run down his spine.

His body reacted faster than he could consciously perceive.

His 3.4 physique has given him a level of muscle explosiveness that is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

He barely thought; he was thrown backward as if propelled by a spring.

When he landed, he had come to a steady stop behind an old oak tree about two meters away.

Through the gaps in the branches, he used his new golden vertical pupils and demon hunter's vision to see clearly what was happening down the hillside.

A young man in a postman's uniform is parking his car at the bottom of the slope.

He wore a dark blue postal cap, a canvas mailbag slung across his shoulder, and a brass bicycle bell hanging from the handlebars.

The young man was of average appearance, thin, and did not look strong at all.

But Ivan's golden vertical pupils, now activated with his demon-hunting vision, caught a detail that an ordinary person would never notice.

That bicycle bell.

It was surrounded by rings of pale blue, wavy energy traces.

Each time the bicycle bell is rung, the ripples spread outwards, creating a unique pattern.

The copper bell is ordinary; what's special is the person who uses it.

The postman at the bottom of the slope had just parked his car when he looked up and his gaze pierced through the dense woods, locking onto Evan, who was hiding behind an oak tree.

He didn't even look around, and he searched without hesitation.

It was as if the entire forest was transparent to him.

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

The young man spoke, his voice gentle, carrying the smile of an elder to a younger person.

He bent down to lock his bicycle and slowly walked up the hillside.

Each step was taken at a leisurely pace, the soles of his boots making a soft rustling sound as they pressed against the fallen leaves.

"Don't be afraid. I'm the helper your senior brother called. You can just call me Hong Si."

Ivan did not emerge from behind the tree, remaining in a ready-to-retaliate stance.

What if this guy was sent by Priscilla to clean up the mess?

On a night like this, when identities are in turmoil, no one can be trusted.

Hong Si seemed to sense the other party's wariness.

He took another step forward, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Your senior brother said... it was around here last week, right?"

He paused for a moment, deliberately drawing out his words.

"You peed your pants from being scared by a vampire..."

"Brother Hongsi!"

Ivan's figure suddenly appeared from behind the oak tree.

He rushed up the hillside in one stride, almost interrupting the other person's next sentence.

"We can put it another way!"

"You could say that my crotch wasn't sweating at the time."

"After all, as long as I don't say anything, no one will know whether there's sweat or pee in my crotch."

Hong Si stopped and looked Ivan up and down, who was standing in the moonlight.

Silvery-white hair, golden vertical pupils, black veins beneath pale skin, and a body that has just undergone transformation, covered in dirt and black and red bloodstains.

A hint of surprise crept into his smile.

"I didn't expect it to be absorbed so quickly."

"It seems your body is as sharp as your mind."

He walked up the hillside, his gaze falling on the female assistant's body lying on the ground, still slowly healing itself.

Even with its self-healing ability reduced by 300%, it still possesses a fairly good self-healing speed.

His shattered neck has healed, and half of his head has returned to normal.

Hong exclaimed in amazement, "I'm really curious how you did it. A newly initiated demon hunter without even a rank managed to make a [Apprentice] Bloodthirsty Species look so pathetic."

"And why is the Bloodthirsty Clan's self-healing speed so slow?"

Ivan chuckled: "I gave her a little something extra!"

Hong Si said "Oh," with a knowing look on his face: "That makes things much easier for me."

As he spoke, he reached into the parcel and pulled something out.

A silver-white tuning fork about thirty centimeters long.

He knelt down on one knee, bent over, and precisely inserted the tip of the tuning fork into the center of his female assistant's chest, then gently flicked the handle with his thumb and forefinger.

The tuning fork emitted a very faint, almost inaudible vibrato.

Bang.

next second.

The female assistant's still-healing corpse exploded instantly from the inside out under the influence of some invisible frequency.

Skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs were all shattered into hundreds of pieces of varying sizes, scattering across the moonlit grass.

Ivan's pupils twitched.

His demon-hunting vision captured every detail of the attack.

Every sound wave emitted by that silver-white tuning fork transformed into a tangible, blade-shaped slice of energy.

It was carrying out incredibly intense destruction inside the female assistant's body.

"Such powerful destructive force."

Ivan inwardly gasped.

While maintaining a calm facade, he began rapidly analyzing the background of this "postman".

car bell. tuning fork. sound.

"This guy..."

Ivan squinted.

"Is he a poet on the path of the Holy Grail?"