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

Chapter 92 Three Potions

Gordon opened the book to read.

This textbook is unique in that it teaches practical skills. It doesn't have the long preface of university textbooks, nor does it thank anyone at the beginning. It's packed with information as soon as you open it.

"Rule 1: Seize the initiative, provide control, and take the initiative." Gordon said curiously.

This guideline discusses who controls the pace of the battle and who is qualified to demonstrate their abilities.

Those who have no right to act are useless no matter how many tricks they have up their sleeves; they can only go to their graves with their unused cards. Finally, there's the possibility of winning through theory, commonly known as "conceptual godhood."

Other factors that influence the course of a battle include speed, deception and information asymmetry, and damage efficiency.

Each rule is backed by real-life cases, recording reports of duels between individuals with special abilities.

The cause of death and condition of the body of the losing side were recorded in detail.

Who was cut in half at the waist, who had their head eaten, who was ordered to cut off their own head, who was sprayed into outer space, and who is trapped in a cycle, never truly dying?

Just looking at these combat cases, Gordon felt that his practical experience was accumulating invisibly, and his previously scattered thoughts were now more cohesive.

What made Gordon's breath catch his breath the most was its insight into "multiple source matter coordination".

In the past, Gordon always pondered two sources: the tide of fate for manipulating the flow of water, and the unbroken string for detecting transmission.

"The Hunter's Code" points out a clear path: coordination, layering, and amplification.

Gordon had just read a key case and hadn't even had time to think about it when Gray couldn't wait any longer.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Gray urged. "Knowledge doesn't disappear."

"Knowledge can fly, and it's flying into my brain."

"You have my library card, so you can read it anytime." Gray took out a small leather notebook.

Gordon took a look and confirmed that the most recent record was indeed "The Hunter's Rules".

As you flip forward, the taste of the books changes dramatically.

Tea, Letters, and Rose Estate; The Cold-Blooded Hunter and the Contract Bride; Miss Violet's Secret

The borrowing dates for "Carrying a Sword but Not an Umbrella" are all 12 years ago.

"Have you ever liked someone before?" Gordon pondered.

"What kind of question is that?" Gray took back the library card.

Gordon washed his hands and began the refining process.

The triple separation method was already very familiar to Gordon.

He first processed the pulsating source substance "Pecking at the Claws of the Defeated," placing it in a reaction vessel and adding precipitate salt in batches to cleanse the reality carriers to which the source substance was attached.

As the layers of demonic blood were peeled away, the primal light became even more pronounced.

Ordinary alchemists can only rack their brains to test its condition, but Gordon can see it clearly, which is exactly the feeling he likes best.

Next, Gordon controlled the temperature and activity.

Once detached from the carrier, the source material enters an unstable activated state. Gordon silently adjusts the temperature, his fingers precisely executing fine-tuning until it glows intensely black.

Finally, there is filtration and reconstruction. Gordon purifies the source material and selects a suitable solution according to its characteristics.

Recalling the teachings of the Natural History of the Source: The Pulsating Ones need "blood," the Dead Ones need "melting snow," and the Twisted Ones need "mercury" —

This is extremely important.

"Grey, I want your blood."

"How much? You'd better not be eyeing my inheritance."

"Don't worry, fifty milliliters."

Gray cut open his arm and dripped the blood into a glass bottle.

Gordon then slowly introduced the thoroughly purified liquefied source material.

The entire bottle of liquid suddenly lit up, and the mirror of the active projector rotated, refracting golden light throughout the room.

Gordon took a deep breath.

Become!

Gray's eyes lit up.

He didn't understand the process, but he was clearly doing it right every step of the way.

He had seen how others did it.

Some people were sweating profusely from start to finish, some stopped every few steps to check several pages of notes, and some complained that the equipment wasn't good enough, the room wasn't quiet enough, or Gray's breathing was too loud, eventually getting into an argument with him.

Gordon didn't pause for a moment, nor did he waste any words.

Golden light shone outside, clearly attracting the attention of some people.

"Send them away." Gordon went to wash his hands.

"Are you ordering me around?"

"Yes."

Gray shrugged, like a master hunter from Lundnim, merely a gatekeeper for Gordon.

The most shameful thing was that he found himself not to mind at all.

Because Gordon is indeed skilled.

"Step back a little. Don't disturb the master's work." Gray pushed the door open and went out.

The hunters outside peeked out, but when they saw it was "White Raven" Arthur Grey, they wisely retreated, realizing that this was not their concern.

Gray was very pleased with their reaction and blocked all view from the outside.

After waiting for an hour, the source material was refined.

Clear gold, clear gold, clear gold —

Although the effects of the source materials vary, their activity levels are all at the highest level, preserving the characteristics of the source materials to the maximum extent and preventing them from permanently depreciating during the refining process.

Gordon heard a commotion outside.

If Gray hadn't been at the door, people probably would have come in and gathered around.

"Which expert has arrived?"

"He must be a royal alchemist."

Gray appeared calm, but a smile played on his lips.

"Private matters," Gray said nonchalantly, showing off.

He would only exchange a few pleasantries with acquaintances, but he would never mention where he had found such a master. He simply kept them in suspense and enjoyed the process of asking him questions.

Gray was very happy.

His biggest expectation for Gordon was to concoct three potions ranging from silver to gold, which might take a whole night.

Gordon only needs an hour!

Gray dismissed them and returned to the forge.

Gordon had prepared three bottles of potion, each containing about 10 milliliters.

The "Death Counterattack" potion is crimson in color and increases the effect of death counterattack after consumption.

The potion "Peck at the Claws of the Dead" is grayish-black in color. After consumption, it allows the user's elemental abilities to plunder the energy of the dead. The negative effect is that the user will become hopelessly in love with crow-like creatures.

"Heart of Shared Death" is also a potion, colorless and transparent, containing a terrifying power that is almost like poison. Even when used to soak weapons and bullets, it can bring about a terrible death enchantment effect.

These are the three extraordinary potions, all in Gordon's hands.

He felt a great sense of accomplishment after finishing the refining process.

For others, the source material is a risky and lengthy experiment, but for him, it's simply a matter of identifying its essence, refining it, and turning it into a commodity—it's that simple.

Gray was filled with excitement.

"You've done Uncle Gray a huge favor," he exclaimed.

"I want some Death Elixir. As part of the payment." Gordon pointed to the transparent potion.

"Sure," Gray agreed without hesitation.

In his eyes, Gordon was truly a master.

Gordon took 5 milliliters of the potion.

[Part of the Source Potion. Still possesses a considerable degree of lethality; keep refrigerated and avoid storing with fruit juice.]

He immediately took out a special sealed bottle from the sampling box and put the bottle of potent poison into it.

This may be one of the most lethal methods he has.

"Is there a quiet place here where I can read?"

"Yes, the Contemplation Hall." Gray thought for a moment, "But since things have come to this, let's eat first, otherwise the recruits who have finished training will devour everything."

They went to a restaurant.

A group of new recruits lined up outside, enduring a barrage of insults from their instructors, ranging from their intelligence to their family background, and struggling to withstand the pressure.

At the instructor's command of "Dismissed," they rushed towards the food window as if granted a pardon.

Gray was well-trained and managed to get Gordon a meal before the new recruits.

But he hadn't been back to school for too long and missed the chance to make soup, so he only brought back a bowl of almost watery stuff.

Beef broth. It has the aroma of beef, the taste of beef, and is proof that beef once existed.

A few people nearby were whispering about Gray and Gordon, wondering if Gordon was the mysterious alchemist.

"You used to get yelled at all? How did it feel?" Gordon asked.

"I don't remember. I have no feelings about it at all. I have absolutely no memory of my time at Hunter Academy."

Gordon glanced at him.

That must have felt really good.

Grey took Gordon to the Meditation Hall.

He could have gone directly there, but taking advantage of Gordon's unfamiliarity with the area, he deliberately went to the honor wall commemorating outstanding graduates, where the names and achievements of distinguished alumni were displayed.

Arthur Grey's name is inlaid in one of the places, the nameplate is gold, polished so that it reflects the image, and white iron raven wings extend from both sides.

"See?"

"It's so bright. Do you come back every year to clean it?"

"Of course not," Gray said. "Every quarter."

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Doesn't the school have its own cleaning staff?

"No one else can achieve this sense of solemnity."

Gordon glanced at the wall, pondering where Vera's name would be most suitable in the future, before walking away.

The contemplation hall is oval-shaped and very quiet.

A middle-aged instructor who had lost his left arm was copying combat records. Hunters who had just finished training sat cross-legged in various places to recuperate. Some were reading ability files, while others were studying their own pollution status and staring blankly at the eyes that had grown on their arms.

Gray settled Gordon in and turned to leave.

Gordon then found a spot to read.

The Hunter's Code repeatedly emphasizes that a mature hunter will not use source matter separately, as that would be too wasteful.

If you have more than two source materials, you must find a way to activate them simultaneously to create a unique and ever-changing combat method.

think carefully.

The "unbroken string" can observe connections, sense paths, transmit vibrations, and illuminate the way.

The "Tide of Destiny" can control the flow, speed, and shape, and determine the direction of the flow.

In a simplified sense, Gordon can combine synchronous conduction and flow manipulation, first identifying the path and connection, and then allowing the material to flow along the connection.

They were meant to work together.

For example, the nets of the past were made of silk threads and vibrations, while the future sensory nets of Gordon may use water as a medium.

At that time, the fish, monsters, and enemies moving in the Blackwater River will have nowhere to hide, and every drop of water could become a source of information for Gordon.

Water shouldn't just be a friend of the Blackwater Hermitage; it could also be Gordon's eyes and ears.

It's not possible yet, but the direction has emerged.

He thought about it one more step further.

If all the connections and causes can be found, Gordon can input variables like designing a formula and eventually get a precise answer, making even things that haven't happened clear and tangible.

So, no matter how the enemy tries to escape, struggle, or resist, they will ultimately flow along the trajectory he has calculated, only choosing which posture to take to enter the pre-written ending.

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