Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Gordon and Charlotte are exploring the boundaries of their relationship.

"Shall we have another physical exam?" Gordon leaned closer to Charlotte, his tone serious, as if he were applying for research funding.

"Another inspection?" Charlotte shifted back, her mind filled with suspicion.

"The source essence has just been refined into the human body, and any changes are worth recording. What you think is fine now may actually be the biggest problem. Some diseases are like this; by the time symptoms appear, it's too late."

"You rascal, where are you going to check?"

Gordon's gaze moved down her face, past the curves of her waist, the layers of her white dress, and finally landed on her crossed legs.

Charlotte followed his gaze, her expression becoming increasingly indescribable.

"Gordon, you bastard..."

"I'm observing."

"You're too observant."

"It's only just begun."

Gordon bent down and removed Charlotte's shoes. A faint warmth emanated from the shoes, emitting a scent that was a mixture of hazelnut perfume and warm sweat.

She pulled her foot back, still covered by fine white stockings, her toes rounded and looking fragrant and delicious.

"I don't think you have ulterior motives." Charlotte lightly kicked his waist.

"This is called checking peripheral circulation. Do you even understand?" Gordon knelt down on one knee.

He held Charlotte's ankle, placed her beautiful foot on his knee, pressed the instep of her foot, stroked her arch, and gently massaged her ankle, lovingly touching it with its soft and warm touch.

Charlotte felt ticklish, lay back on the bed, her face flushed red, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.

"Is that enough?" Her foot struggled slightly.

"It's still early..."

"What exactly did you find out?" Charlotte was genuinely worried that she was going to kiss or bite him; that would be horrible.

So she found an opening and quickly pulled her foot back.

Gordon followed the disappearing jade feet, leaned forward, lifted the curtains, climbed onto the down mattress, and gradually approached Charlotte.

They chased each other for a while, then Charlotte grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Gordon dodged it, then grabbed her leg. She kicked wildly, and somehow ended up hugging Gordon and rolling around twice.

boom!

Finally, Gordon's back bumped against the soft feather pillow, Charlotte nestled against his chest, her blond hair falling loose, and the two fell silent at the same time.

"Charlotte..." Gordon looked deeply into her eyes, and her expression was equally captivated, filled with deep affection.

He was about to give her another kiss when his gaze drifted past her shoulder and then stopped.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte followed the gaze.

"That thing has gone stupid again." Gordon straightened up.

Inside the room, the plaster bust was restored to its original state.

His chin was no longer firm, his curly hair looked like a collapsed lump of noodles, his nose bridge looked perfunctory, and his eyes were empty.

[The plaster bust has fallen from its pedestal.]

"The source energy ability has been deactivated." Gordon went back to stroke it, then picked up the once perfectly round steel ball, which now had tiny bumps and grooves reappeared. "Can you feel it?"

"It feels a little bit like that," Charlotte said, touching her forehead. "It feels like something has broken off."

Gordon estimated the time by looking at his pocket watch.

It took about thirty minutes in total. So, the perfection of this matter is also related to Charlotte's focus and persistence.

"It seems it can't make things perfect forever; after a while, it will revert to the normal version," Gordon concluded.

"Yes, yes." Charlotte watched The Blessed Flawless last night, but this morning it had turned into a normal blessing. Although it was still beautiful, it felt like something was missing.

"Hmm! I was originally thinking of having you create some treasures, but it seems we need to use them more focused and concentrating our abilities during those crucial thirty minutes," Gordon pondered. "Next, we need to find a living creature to continue testing."

"All those tests," Charlotte thought, feeling it was a shame; she'd rather have Gordon continued looking at her feet.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"I'll keep an eye on you sooner or later and correct these little bad habits of yours." Charlotte straightened her skirt.

She put on a short jacket, fixed her hair in front of the mirror, and then went out with Gordon.

They went to the second floor to find the Monford family's pets.

The afternoon sun shone on the walnut wainscoting, and a row of ancestral portraits lined the wall. Gordon had initially felt nothing as he passed by these portraits, but after seeing the "army of ancestors" yesterday, he gradually began to recognize a few of the figures and couldn't help but nod at them.

In a corner of the second-floor lobby, a young maid is training a beagle.

It looks short-legged and round-bellied, and a bit silly, only interested in eating butter cookies.

"Oh, come here," Charlotte called out.

The beagle ignored this.

The maid put the dog on a leash, then picked it up and placed it in front of Charlotte. The dog immediately turned back to find some cookies, showing a strong obsession.

"Stop." Charlotte grabbed its tail. "Now you're going to be a perfect little dog."

Gordon could see a blurry, pale golden light flash across the puppy's body.

Its flabby body tightened rapidly, its previously loose back straightened, its ears stood up, and its tail spun merrily like a propeller.

First, it rolled over twice in front of Charlotte, exposing its belly to show submission, then stood up straight with a serious posture, as if it had won a prize in some pet dog competition.

"Ah!" The maid was very surprised.

This little hunting dog used to be a real goofball, the kind that would have been thrown out if it got any fatter. But now it looks just as good as the professional show dogs from other noble families.

"Why don't you try again?" Gordon asked curiously.

"Sit down," the maid commanded.

It sat down immediately, with precise movements.

"Raise your right paw and circle around."

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The puppy obeys commands, has a standard gait, and lands steadily.

"How did you do that? It's incredible!" The maid exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.

"Dog, dog." Gordon immediately squatted down and asked, "Nod if you understand."

"?" The little beagle and Gordon looked at each other.

"...Get up right now." Charlotte raised her fist.

"It doesn't seem to have gained any extraordinary intelligence." Gordon stood up dejectedly. "It's still just a dog, only with increased focus and training... Considering its impact on cognition, it's probably because it first reads what our concept of a 'perfect' dog is like, and then implants and distorts it."

"How amazing." Charlotte told the puppy to go back to eat, but it wouldn't eat, only showing loyalty and obedience.

"Will it... recover?" The maid observed the puppy. To be honest, the dog was too perfect, which made her uncomfortable.

"Try to actively deactivate it?" Gordon instructed Charlotte to continue trying to control the source energy.

Charlotte closed her eyes, searching for the connection between her inner essence and the dog, and vaguely recognized a strange feeling.

It was as if she was always observing this little beagle in her mind. Even with her eyes closed, she could fully visualize its appearance: clear eyes, straight back, like a work of art that she had personally refined.

Then, she made up her mind to erase the image of the dog from her consciousness before finally opening her eyes again.

"Woof!" The puppy quickly reverted to its silly state, tripped over its own four legs, and then ran back to eat its biscuits.

This is the power of the source.

Charlotte looked at her hands and felt the strange sensation of having power over her for the first time.

No wonder refining one's essence is fraught with difficulties and dangers, yet people are still eager to do it, even at the cost of killing each other...

Now she can turn a clumsy dog ​​into a professional racing dog, and she can also briefly push an object to its limits.

"Next, let's try strengthening this." Gordon handed the Blackthorn Lee cane to Charlotte.

It is entirely dark black, and after being reinforced, it looks more symmetrical and has a very complex structure.

Charlotte aimed at the staff and released source energy.

Ultimate manifestation!

Gordon instantly sensed that the slight obstruction between the nodes had been corrected, and those spiritual circuits were rapidly reorganized in a short time, resulting in many improved designs that Gordon could not understand but were clearly ingenious.

[Blackthorn Lee's Staff. The ultimate, luxurious, invincible, legendary, ancient, immortal, rare, shimmering, seven-colored...]

He tried tapping lightly on the wooden floor.

Boom!

The energy surged in all directions, penetrating the entire Montfort ancestral home and exceeding the original 100-meter range, and the vibrations did not stop.

One hundred and fifty meters away, the underground gas pipeline emitted a low rumble, and the footsteps of pedestrians could be clearly heard.

Two hundred meters away, a postal carriage drove across the street, the envelopes inside swaying gently with the movement.

A flood of information rushed into Gordon's brain, and he rubbed his head.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte quickly helped Gordon up.

"That's incredible, Charlotte. Your power... is truly remarkable." Gordon gripped his cane tightly, trying to process the cacophony in his mind until the noise subsided.

He looked Charlotte up and down again.

Unbelievable!

To be honest, Charlotte the "Perfect One" is undoubtedly another super-powerful being born last night, no less than the Crimson Alchemist Gordon.

The value of this source material is becoming increasingly apparent.

Although it has time limitations and cannot be a permanent certificate, it has its limitations.

But it can reveal the potential of all things, allowing people and things to exert greater power.

Not to mention, after Charlotte improved her combat skills, every sword strike would be a perfectly curved slash, every gunshot would be a perfectly accurate shot, and every dodge would be a perfect evasion.

Moreover, it seems to be related to Charlotte's own cognitive abilities.

If Charlotte had Gordon's knowledge, she might have been able to elevate things to a high level of technology, defining perfection as the most advanced standard it could achieve.

This also means that as long as Charlotte continues to learn, her understanding of "perfection" will continue to improve.

"It seems that although your ability lasts for less than an hour, it is extremely powerful and can enhance all sorts of things. It is very suitable for high-value occasions where you can make a decisive move, and there is unlimited room for improvement." Gordon and Charlotte returned to her boudoir.

"Where is there room for improvement?"

"Yes, you can become stronger as long as you study."

"Study?" Charlotte's enthusiasm clearly waned.

"Yes, listen to me. First, use your perfect brain to start deep thinking, study hard, concentrate on reading the most difficult content, write down your extraordinary understanding during this period as notes, and show them to your dull self after your abilities dissipate. That way, you won't have worked in vain."

"It's so tiring..."

"With a higher level of understanding, we have a better grasp of how things can be made more perfect, and then we use the power of perfection to upgrade various objects. That's how we ascend to heaven, Charlotte!"

"Oh, oh," Charlotte said lazily, "Let's start tomorrow."

"No, I need to work harder, become stronger, and then do great things."