I can copy tags infinitely.

After quickly catching up with Estelle and Professor Osborn, Li En whispered to Estelle, "Thank you."

Estelle chuckled, her fingers twirling the sleeve that covered half of her hand. The cuffs were slightly frayed, making it look like she had been wearing it for a while.

"It's okay, the bread you gave me yesterday was delicious."

"If you like it, that's fine, Miss Phoenix, you..."

Before Li En could finish speaking, Estelle interrupted her, "Aishie."

Li En didn't react for a moment. "What did you say?"

"Just call me Aisie," Estelle said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, feeling a little embarrassed to look Lyon in the eye. "That's what my brother calls me."

In fact, Monroe would not call her that; he usually called her Stella or by her full name. This was the first time Estelle had been addressed that way.

"Understood, Aisha," Li En replied casually, unaware of the inside story. "I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in the lab from now on."

Estelle nodded like a chick pecking at rice, when suddenly Professor Osborn's voice came from ahead.

Stop whispering and finish the experiments you did during the day!

"After we're done, you'll come with me to Petcot Lane."

Li En had heard of this place; Petcot Lane is considered the most famous secondhand market in all of London, selling all sorts of secondhand goods.

Clothing, boots, even broken porcelain and old furniture—it has everything, but the customers are generally from the lower classes of London and foreign immigrants.

Only a small number of middle-class people come to this place on weekdays for various reasons, and there are hardly any people on Sundays.

It's likely that Professor Osborne wanted to acquire some valuable items from immigrants, since the secondhand market is a classic hub for occult artifacts.

Upon arriving at the laboratory, Professor Osborne began to methodically direct the experimental process.

Estelle truly lives up to her reputation as a natural-born superhuman, possessing even greater strength than Li En. Some equipment that even Li En couldn't lift was nothing compared to her petite frame, and she easily lifted it onto the lab table.

Even Professor Osborn chimed in, "Look at you, you can't even keep up with a little girl. And you call yourself a nobleman? Don't you even have basic physical training?"

Li En wanted to retort, "You old bastard, you stood there for so long without helping to lift it, and now you're just standing there making sarcastic remarks. If you've got the guts, try lifting it yourself."

However, in order to steadily replicate the label, Li En did not choose to speak, but silently closed the distance between herself and Estelle.

Estelle noticed that Li En was trying to get closer to her, and her face flushed slightly, but she didn't complain.

Finally, the four-hour copying time was over, and Li En finally copied the label on Estelle.

[Label copied]

[Born with superhuman strength]

[Result: Muscle strength increased by 100%]

The moment the label was copied, Lee En felt a sharp pain in his body. His body felt like a fully inflated balloon, with someone still blowing air into it, causing it to expand further.

"hiss……"

Taking a sharp breath, Li En took two steps back and leaned against the wall, barely managing to keep himself from falling.

The pain lasted for about ten seconds. After the pain and soreness subsided like a tide, Li En looked down at his arm.

His arms seemed to have gotten thicker, and although the muscles weren't exaggerated, each one was quite dense, seemingly containing a considerable amount of strength.

Li En suddenly felt an urge to throw a punch, but the space was too cramped, and it wouldn't be good if he accidentally bumped into some expensive experimental equipment.

"Estelle," Professor Osborn said, standing in front of the table and pointing to a piece of equipment next to him, "bring that thing over here."

Estelle responded and walked to another lab table, lifting up a metal instrument.

But this time Estelle found it very difficult. The metal device was obviously quite heavy, and even with her superhuman strength, she couldn't lift it by herself.

With heavy steps, Estelle's ill-fitting boots suddenly tripped on the uneven cobblestones on the ground, causing her to lose her balance and fall forward.

"what!"

She panicked for a moment and was so frightened that she closed her eyes.

But she didn't fall to the ground, and neither did the equipment.

Carefully opening her right eye, Estelle realized that Lyon's face was quite close to hers.

He actually caught the heavy instrument with one hand, while using his other hand to hug himself and prevent himself from falling face-first to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Li En helped Estelle up, took the instrument from her, and placed it on the lab table in front of Professor Osborn. "Be careful, the paving stones on the ground aren't laid properly, it's easy to slip and fall."

Estelle clutched the hem of her school uniform skirt and nodded like a squirrel.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Professor Osborn glanced at Estelle, then at Lyon, and warned, "While the school doesn't discourage dating, you'd better not let it interfere with your experiments. If it does, I'll kick you out!"

Li En thought to himself, "You old bastard..."

Estelle didn't speak, but lowered her head even further.

However, with this opportunity, Li En also confirmed that his power had increased significantly.

The instrument that Estelle could barely lift with both hands, she could lift with one hand. Although it was certainly not as easy as using both hands, it showed that her muscle strength had reached an exaggerated level.

"My muscle strength has increased by 100%, but the actual feeling is even greater than double," Li En thought to himself, while pinching the muscles in his arm. "If I were to encounter some thugs who fight in close combat, I should be able to handle them easily. I have a certain degree of self-defense ability now."

Having confirmed this, Li En became even more convinced that he needed to replicate the labels more often in order to help him survive better in this chaotic London.

Professor Osborne, who had been fiddling with the instruments for a long time, straightened up in front of the lab table.

"Hmm... it seems there's been no progress in today's experiment. I should go out for some fresh air."

He looked at Li En and said, "You're getting ready to go out. Do you have any casual clothes?"

"Regular wear?"

"Mr. Wells, you wouldn't want to wander around the neighborhoods where the lower classes live in a Miskatonic University uniform, would you? Are you afraid of being harassed by thugs?"

Professor Osborne's gaze and tone were somewhat cold. "Aren't you being a little too oblivious?"

Makes sense.

Li En nodded, then asked another question, "But I don't have any suitable clothes?"

Estelle, who was standing to the side, suddenly raised her hand.

"Well... I might have a way..."

About half an hour later.

Wearing an outfit that could barely be described as fitting, Lee En walked out of the gates of the University of Michigan.

He wore a dark gray flat cap, a collarless coarse cotton shirt, and a corduroy vest over it. His chest was even stained with a layer of black machine oil that couldn't be washed off.

Li En was certain that if her sister saw her dressed like this, she would definitely kill her.

As a fallen nobleman, he valued his reputation even more. If his family saw him dressed like this, he would probably be severely criticized.

Estelle, also dressed in the clothes of the lower class, walked out of the school gate and said to Li En, "These clothes were worn by my brother before. They don't fit very well, but they're fine for now."

Professor Osborne had been waiting outside the school gate for quite some time. His attire was not much different, and he did not look like a highly respected university professor at all.

"Ill-fitting clothes are the right thing to do. People at the bottom of society also have a hard time finding clothes that fit perfectly. They just patch them up and wear clothes that don't fit."

After saying this, Professor Osborne led the two into a carriage.

"The carriage will stop a short distance from Petticoat Lane, and then we'll go there," Professor Osborne informed us in advance. "Just observe more and ask fewer questions. I'll handle anything that comes up, understand?"

Li En nodded in response. Estelle clearly frequented this place with Professor Osborn, so she didn't need to answer.

Riding in the bumpy carriage, Li En looked out the window.

A thick gray fog enveloped the entire London sky, and smoke from the factory billowed continuously from various exhaust vents.

Like an undercurrent in the deep sea, it gradually swallowed up the entire city of London.

Until everyone is buried at sea.