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

Gordon took a deep breath and felt incredibly comfortable and refreshed.

After being refined into the Pool of Resurrection, it became entirely his, bringing Gordon a visible improvement.

The total source energy within him increased rapidly, and his body entered a new state of equilibrium.

The heartbeat is gentle and strong, and the blood flows smoothly and without obstruction.

Every breath was a pleasure; the cool air filled his chest and abdomen, making him feel incredibly healthy, and he might never feel overdrawn again.

To test his self-healing ability, Gordon took out a hunting knife.

[A hunting knife. It always reminds you of someone.]

He cleaned the blade and then cut his finger.

As soon as a little blood oozed out, the wound closed up on its own.

Platelets work hard, and the clotting reaction ends almost instantly, healing completely within seconds, leaving only a phantom pain.

"I've also gained that fish-like monster's self-healing ability...!" Gordon was overjoyed.

Next, he attempted to visualize a small portion of the power.

The air in front of me vibrated slightly.

Then, clear droplets of primordial water appeared in his palm, completely condensed from the azure spiritual light, transparent and flawless.

It worked!

Just as he personified an unbroken string, Gordon also personified the tide of fate for the first time.

Although it was only a small amount, it proved that he had a stronger control over the source matter.

A pool of water. Who says the birds of youth can't fly back?

It radiates the spiritual light that Gordon is familiar with, and it does indeed contain a subtle restorative quality.

Now all we need is a volunteer to participate in the experiment.

"Senior." Gordon walked down the steps.

Eve came down quickly because she also needed to make potions and had been waiting for Gordon to finish his.

Her gaze quickly fell on the small patch of water.

"This is..." she looked at it with amusement.

"This is a limited-edition prototype, it hasn't passed clinical trials, and it doesn't have permission from public health authorities. Shouldn't you take some risks for science?"

A gentle smile appeared on Eve's lips.

"Okay, if anything goes wrong, I'll blame you until you solve it."

She took off her lace gloves, caught the drop of water in her hand, first feeling the wonderful power it contained, then dipped her fingertip in it and gently spread it on the back of her hand.

A cool sensation penetrated her skin, and she instantly felt her hand become a little more delicate. An early burn mark that only she cared about had disappeared.

Eve's interest suddenly became real.

Youthful and delicate!

It has a surprising appeal to women who fear aging.

She took a little more and applied it to the corners of her eyes and cheeks.

The cooling sensation penetrates deep into the skin, and after a tingling itch, the dryness left by staying up late disappears without a trace. Wrinkles fade, and the skin becomes firm, radiant, and moisturized.

She instantly regained that youthful radiance.

Eve blinked, took out her makeup bag from her bosom, and looked at her reflection in the small silver mirror.

Although Gordon couldn't see any obvious difference, only she knew that this was a qualitative change!

This essence-based toner did indeed repair her tissue condition.

She found the product effective and was impressed by the speed at which Gordon was developing it.

This really made her more and more interested in Gordon.

"I feel younger..." she winked at Gordon.

"You're already very young, senior. If you were any younger, you'd have to go back to elementary school."

Eve smiled.

"Can it be reused? Gordon, I desperately need your... liquid right now."

"Theoretically, it's possible, but the effects would likely diminish, and that statement seems ambiguous..."

"I said, now all the ladies in Lundnim will want to build a close relationship with you, so keep protecting yourselves."

Eve's gaze was very gentle.

This isn't just a clever little ability that Gordon uses; Eve feels that few women could resist this temptation.

"What would happen if it were given to the generous minister?" Gordon muttered to himself.

My senior is 24 years old and already very concerned about issues related to youth.

It seems that the ladies really love this instant "youthful" effect.

Moreover, Gordon's abilities differ from Charlotte's.

Charlotte's ability is to alter reality, temporarily distorting the world's appearance and human understanding, so she disappears very quickly.

Gordon's repair capabilities are based on genuine physiological principles, ensuring that the repaired tissues do not rebound.

However, the two might be able to work together, with Charlotte adjusting the wound to the perfect position and Gordon rebuilding it... which might be better than using either one alone.

"Now, let's move on to another question." Gordon took a deep breath. "Your Source System."

Eve understood.

"A little bit of accumulated heat will enhance your control over heat, and it may be absorbed by your original source substance, expanding its volume."

"I do."

"But the risks are also obvious: the fire will burn even more intensely inside you, which may lead to insomnia, fever, etc..."

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"I do."

"I haven't finished yet. It might change your personality, making you more outgoing, unrestrained, and impulsive."

"I'm willing, this is my own choice." Eve took out the Source Essence from her bosom.

Inside the storage bottle, it looks like a glowing ember, its light flickering with each breath.

"Hmm... I'm going to go now."

"Please do it. I crave power, and I long to see you continue to display your talent and take me to a dazzling peak. Please do it. When the flames rise in the future, I will remember who brought this... heat."

Gordon turned to look at the machine.

Charlotte's perfect manifestation had less than half its time remaining, and that near-ideal luster was fading.

Without wasting a second, he quickly began refining the potion, adding precipitated salts, separating the source material, adjusting the furnace temperature, and preparing the appropriate solution... strong liquor.

The reactor maintained its amazing precision, as if it knew that it wouldn't have such a great moment again in a few minutes, and worked extra hard to provide the best processing conditions for the source material.

Eve watched without moving.

She didn't care about quality or time; her bright, shining golden eyes were always fixed on Gordon's hands.

Twelve minutes later, the liquid was poured into a narrow-necked bottle, about 10 milliliters.

The liquid is deep red, with thin, black crystals constantly forming on its surface, like magma trapped inside a glass bottle.

"Alright, next is quality control..." Gordon went to find the activity test strips.

When she turned around, Eve was already holding the small medicine bottle between two fingers and swaying it slightly in the air.

[Elemental Potion. The bottle believes that calming down is not the most important thing right now.]

"Be careful, senior, I haven't checked the quality yet."

"Alright, it's not like this is my first time taking a potion. I'll use my body to test its quality."

Eve gracefully drank the potion.

The medicine went down my throat like swallowing a burning nail, the heat spreading throughout my body.

She closed her eyes and savored the moment, feeling warmth, strength, and the intoxicating taste of strong liquor welling up inside her.

The white flames that had been burning within her found new fuel.

Gordon looked Eve over and sensed that there was indeed a change in her; her skin was flushed and her breathing was deep and hot.

As the temperature in the basement rose, Gordon prepared for cooling, firefighting, and a strategic retreat.

"how?"

"Would you believe me if I said I drank the true red wine?" Eve loosened her hair, letting her long black hair fall down her shoulders.

"I believe you." Gordon saw what seemed like a real flame rising deep in her pupils.

She felt the warmth of the new substance entering her body, and a sense of instinctive satisfaction arose within her.

"Oh, Gordon, Gordon..." She walked forward, forcing Gordon against the counter with an aggression she had never shown before, pressing one hand against Gordon's chest, the heat burning his skin through his shirt.

"Wait!" Gordon remained calm. "Take a deep breath! Calm down! How are you feeling?"

"Very good." Eve stroked Gordon's face with her hand, her palm was hot, and a warm, fragrant scent emanated from his body.

The scent has a faint milky fragrance, is clean and warm, with a slightly powdery feel, and is very alluring.

"Have you experienced dizziness or auditory hallucinations? Have you had any unnatural thoughts?" Gordon raised his hands to show his innocence, while also emphasizing his duty as a researcher.

"There's an impulse."

"Want to burn something?"

"No." She moved closer to Gordon's face, her soft lips almost touching his earlobe. "I suddenly have a strong urge to hold onto the things I like tightly in my hands, and never let go."

Just as their breaths were about to overlap, Charlotte's voice came from the basement stairs.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte asked with a composed expression.

"Oh." Eve, still pinning Gordon to the alchemy table, turned to look at her. "I genuinely intend to make Gordon my target."

"I can tell. Where's my gun?" Charlotte turned around with a smile.

"It means—to become an alchemist as good as Gordon." Eve immediately let go, walked quickly over, and followed Charlotte.

Gordon then had time to fill in his alchemy notes and reflect on the experience of making potions.

"An alchemist?" Charlotte walked upstairs, turning her head to look at Eve with suspicion.

"Yes, alchemist. From the past to the present, this word has carried too many responsibilities. Modern alchemists need to mix potions, concoct potions, design spiritual circuits, and participate in the creation of objects. In the niche field of potion making, Gordon has a lot I can learn from him." Eve and Charlotte walked together.

"Of course," Charlotte nodded.

Eve breathed a sigh of relief.

The crisis seems to be over.

But Charlotte, standing at the top of the stairs, suddenly stopped.

Now that her energy had recovered and her cooldown period was almost over, she tried to enter a state of deep thinking again.

Eve instantly sensed that Charlotte's demeanor had changed.

No longer is that little head that can be easily fooled.

Charlotte opened her umbrella, glanced at Vera crouching in the corridor to avoid the rain, and then at Eve following below.

"You two seemed quite arrogant when I wasn't around."

"..." Eve pursed her lips.

Vera shrank back.

"Spending a little time each day training your swordsmanship will definitely be more helpful for Gordon's future," Charlotte nodded gently to Vera.

"Oh." Vera thought it made a lot of sense.

Then Charlotte turned to Eve.

"The Monford family also has some books that can help you pass the time and dissipate the excessive energy you have after cultivating your power."

"Yes." Eve nodded wisely, lifted her skirt and bowed to Charlotte. "For the next while, you won't see me doing nothing."