How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 73 Taking the Potion

Deep within the nameless club, in a dark basement.

Everett walked in as usual, his gaze falling on the figure beside him who was always dressed in black robes, and said in a deep voice:

"I am ready, Your Excellency."

He never knew the other person's real name, only that this person organized the Nameless Club and would regularly distribute potions to the mage apprentices.

It was through these potions that he rose from an ordinary apprentice to a professional spellcaster.

"Once I take this potion, my duty will be fulfilled, and I will be able to leave the City of War and go elsewhere."

Everett silently recited it in his mind.

The figure in black robes swayed slightly, and a calm question came from beneath the robes:

"Have you mastered all the first-level spells I taught you before?"

Everett nodded firmly:

"I have mastered the three spells: Magic Missile, Blazing Slash, and Chaos Arrow."

Upon hearing this, a smirk appeared on the lips of the man in black robes, hidden in the shadows.

"You are more talented than I thought, Everett."

Everett smiled with relief, and the man in black robes handed him a potion that glowed with an eerie light.

"Come, drink the last potion."

Everett did not hesitate, took the potion and drank it all in one gulp.

"Finally, I can turn back into my original human form."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suddenly realized something was wrong—his skin began to peel off in rapid bursts, and excruciating pain swept over him like a tidal wave.

The body is twisting and mutating from its human form!

Despite the excruciating pain, Everett glared at the man in black with hatred: "You lied to me!"

The man in black robes spoke calmly:

"I didn't lie to you. You've always been the one lying to yourself. I just didn't explain everything clearly."

"Aaaaaahh ...

Everett's screams were filled with endless hatred and helplessness.

The person twisted and deformed in agony, eventually turning into a waxy creature that dripped mucus.

It was about 7 feet tall, with a blood-red eyeball embedded in its center, eight whip-like tentacles writhing wildly around its body, and emitting a nauseating stench—it was the Wax-Melting Demon of the Abyss, the legendary handmaiden of Rose.

The Wax-Melting Demon, having just completed its transformation, still had a dazed look in its eyes, not yet fully adapted to its new form.

The man in black robes suddenly lunged closer. His palm touched the Wax-Melting Demon's body, leaving a trail of corrosive marks.

Before Wax Melting Demon could react, it was suppressed by a tremendous force and slammed heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterward, slime splattered, and the newly born demon was killed on the spot by the man in black robes before it could even put up any resistance.

The man in black robes knelt on the ground, bending down to tear at the remains of the Wax-Melting Demon, especially the head with its blood-red eyeballs, which he gnawed with particularly ferocity. The sounds of chewing were especially jarring in the dim basement.

"Everett, your knowledge and memory taste quite good."

"boom--"

Heavy footsteps approached, and a figure appeared in the doorway, speaking calmly:

"Adrian Belmont, you're wasting your time. This is already the fifth sacrifice that has been successfully transformed into a demon."

The black-robed man, whose true name had been called, slowly raised his head, a smear of undried saliva still clinging to the corner of his mouth, and grinned:

"'Adrian Belmont' was just the name this body used to have, esteemed mentor."

After a soft sigh, the footsteps at the door gradually faded away.

The man in black lowered his head again, his facial muscles began to twitch strangely, and his body shape changed accordingly.

A moment later, he completely transformed into Everett's appearance.

"It's time to find a new person to take over the club's hosting position."

He flipped through the memories he had just plundered from his mind, his gaze suddenly paused, and then he chuckled softly.

"Kane, Kate... I didn't expect them to have infiltrated the club and even found another female mage apprentice to act as a cover."

"I'd like to see what you can do..."

……

One week later, at the Nameless Club.

Kane returned to the basement and, as usual, took the possession potion.

After obtaining the potion formula, he immediately passed it on to Lady Weaver. She simply said that she knew about it and would begin preparing the corresponding potion.

Now, he can only wait quietly for Lady Weaver to figure out whether the potion can be used to suppress Zeya's vertical pupil.

"Kate, what are you thinking about?"

Talia called Kane by the pseudonym he used to conceal his identity, practically pressing herself against him.

Due to the lingering effects of the succubus within her, Talia became exceptionally clingy and frequently demanded things from him.

For the past week, the club's behind-the-scenes organizers have remained silent, leaving Kane with no choice but to temporarily cooperate with Talia and meet her demands.

Although this has begun to affect the time he spends practicing scimitar techniques and other spells.

But Kane, being shrewd and calculating, simply nodded and said, "It's nothing, let's get started."

Talia nodded obediently, then hesitated slightly and said:

"Don't you think Everett's been acting a little strange today?"

"That's weird?"

Kane's expression shifted slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at Everett, who was distributing potions to new apprentices.

He turned to look at Talia, who frowned and added:

"I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but my senses are always warning me that he's different from before."

Kane felt a chill run down his spine.

Talia's spiritual warnings were always sharp; if she said that, there must be something fishy about it.

But upon closer inspection, he noticed that the other person's build, appearance, clothing, and even tone of voice were exactly the same as Everley's.

"Perhaps, I have no choice but to test the waters," Kane thought to himself.

Just then, Everett walked over and looked at Kane, asking:

"Kate, what's wrong? You look serious."

Kane met his gaze, then looked down and tentatively began, "Senior, about the potion you mentioned earlier..."

Everett smiled, then suddenly raised his voice and addressed all the apprentices present:

"Since everyone's here, I'll just get straight to the point."

He walked to the table in the center of the arena, suddenly ripped open his trouser leg, revealing his hairy calves—without any trace of change.

"I did it!"

His face was filled with a kind of manic excitement.

"I've taken the final potion, and all the changes in my body have ended! So you don't need to be afraid; those side effects will be completely eliminated!"

He opened his arms wide, his tone seductive:

"Believe me, we can all become true spellcasters eventually. If I can do it, you can too!"

The apprentices below the stage immediately showed excitement, and the worry in Talia's eyes also disappeared. She subconsciously touched the pair of strange fleshy wings on her back.

She also began to look forward to the day she would take the final potion.

Kane, however, frowned and stared intently at "Everett" on the stage, his eyes filled with doubt.

Ms. Weaving Mist is still researching the side effects of the possession drug and has not yet found a complete solution, but the other party suddenly claims that he has been completely cured?

This Everett has a questionable identity.

After calming everyone down, Everett turned to Kane, his tone kind:

"Kate, I've seen all that you've done during this time. As a reward, I'll allow you to choose a suitable first-level spell."

Talia's eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't say anything more.

During this period, Kane successively "brought in" more than a dozen corpses, providing the club with important experimental materials, and his status in the club naturally rose accordingly.

Everett nodded in satisfaction and led Kane toward the library.

As they passed the silent killer, the two nodded to each other in unison, and the other stepped aside to open a hidden little room.

There was only a narrow bookshelf inside, with a few spellbooks neatly arranged on it.

"What spell do you want?" Everett asked.

Seeing Kane's gaze fall on a scroll of "The Art of Disguise" on the bookshelf, Everett smiled and said:

"I can allow you to make a copy."

Kane shook his head and pointed to another scroll: "I want this one, 'Absorbing Elements'."

"Absorb Elements" is a first-circle spell of the Protection tree. Its effect is to allow the caster to temporarily adapt to extreme environments ranging from -50 to 140 degrees Fahrenheit, while reducing elemental damage.

To others, this spell might not seem very useful, but for Kane, it perfectly concealed his immortality.

This is the most crucial point.

Everett's smile remained unchanged as he readily replied:

"No problem. I look forward to the day you master this spell."

He handed Kane a blank roll of parchment, which Kane took and immediately began to diligently copy spellbooks.

Everett stood to the side, his gaze fixed on Kane's head.

Its eyes betrayed intense malice, mixed with a barely perceptible hint of greed.