Drink This Assassin Potion

After a full month of sorting things out, Altair gained a new understanding of "his" wealth.

He knew he was rich, but he never imagined he was this rich!

If he used Gold Pounds to hire Mr. World to deal with Beyonders, he could bluntly say, "I'll foot the bill, you go slay a god."

Honestly, with this much money, it would be fine even if he never became a Beyonder. Now he somewhat regretted cooperating with George III.

The day after returning to Bexland, Altair's mysticism teacher arrived right on schedule.

When warm sunlight hit his face, bringing a cozy heat that disturbed his sleep, Altair drifted between waking and dreaming. Instinctively, he wanted to pull the blanket over his head, but when his hand reached for it, he touched something soft—like... flesh!!!

That sensation jolted him awake instantly. His neck turned like a rusted gear, creaking slowly.

A woman was staring at him!

Altair's immediate thought was to take a deep breath and yell: "Help! Murder! Assassin!"

But no matter how hard he tried, his throat wouldn't produce a sound.

The unknown young girl pressed down on him without hesitation and said directly, "Hello there, Little Kexin. I'm your mysticism teacher. If you've calmed down, nod, and I'll lift the silence spell."

Hearing her words, Altair relaxed and nodded slightly.

The girl snapped her fingers, and Altair began gasping heavily.

His reaction made her cheeks flush as she smiled.

"You can call me Vivian Laurent. From now on, I'll guide you into becoming a Beyonder. Let's get along."

Once Altair fully caught his breath, he saw her sitting on him, extending a hand for a handshake.

Altair said awkwardly, "Can you get up first? This is really inconvenient."

The girl showed no intention of moving and replied, "That won't do."

Left with no choice, Altair stretched out his left hand, completing the handshake in an extremely awkward position.

He thought she'd get up after that, but instead, she lay down beside him and said, "Stay with me a little longer."

Altair sighed. "I need to go to the washroom."

"Mm, fine."

"But come back soon."

Altair's heart raced as he looked at the "young girl" clinging to him.

When she finally let go, he got up and left his warm bed.

Once inside the washroom, he cursed inwardly. What the hell is this?! I imagined meeting a Witch in all sorts of ways, but no matter how wild my imagination, I never thought it'd be like this... And why is the washroom inside my room?!

In the washroom, Altair vented every complaint he could think of.

Then he faced reality—flushed, washed his hands, and walked out.

Closing the washroom door, he looked at his bed and saw Vivian smiling at him, lifting a corner of the blanket as if inviting him back.

He thought, Why do I feel like I'm the one getting the short end of the stick!

Altair shook his head helplessly, walked over, and said, "I'm not in the mood to sleep anymore. Can I not lie down?"

Seeing his expression, Vivian knew she couldn't make him stay.

She stood up, walked to him, and said, "How boring. Little Kexin, it seems I need to teach you other things—like how to please a woman and, most importantly, never refuse a 'bedroom invitation.'"

Standing before him in a sheer, translucent gown, saying such words, Altair felt his blood rush.

"Follow me." With that, Vivian turned and walked toward the study.

As she moved away, Altair took in her stunning figure.

He followed her into the study, where she went to the desk, opened a package, and pulled out various materials stored in bottles and jars.

Seeing what she brought out, Altair realized she was preparing a Potion for him and stepped forward.

Sensing him behind her, Vivian said, "I asked you to stay in bed with me, but you refused. Now you're sneaking a peek. How amusing. You haven't even had basic education, have you?"

Altair was speechless at her teasing. Before I transmigrated, I was just a recent University Student who'd never even had a girlfriend. Now I'm only fifteen. When would I have had the chance?

He asked casually, "Are you mixing a Potion?"

Vivian noticed he hadn't answered her question and smiled knowingly. "That's right. Sequence Nine of the Assassin pathway—'Assassin.'"

"The only way for humans to gain extraordinary abilities is by consuming a Potion."

"To mix a Potion, you need main ingredients, auxiliary ingredients, and Pure Water. A little more or less of the auxiliary ingredients doesn't matter much, but the main ingredients must be strictly controlled."

"For Assassin Sequence 9, the main ingredients are: Shadow Poison Flower root and Serpent Bird black feathers."

"Auxiliary ingredients: 100 ml of strong vinegar, three Shadow Poison Flower petals, 10 drops of buttercup essential oil, and one live spider."

"Alright, I've finished mixing it."

"I went out of my way to gather the raw materials just for you."

Altair looked at the cup before him—a dim, unremarkable liquid that somehow stirred an inexplicable thirst.

Hearing Vivian's words, he recalled an essential piece of knowledge about Extraordinary Traits: "Another's Extraordinary Traits can also substitute as the main material."

"Let me explain first. There are a few things you need to be careful about when taking the Potion."

"After consuming the Potion, start meditating as soon as possible to control your spirituality and power. You should know about meditation—just imagine something that doesn't exist in reality, then depict it."

Altair glanced at the cup in Vivian's hand, thought it over, and took it directly.

"No matter what, I'm having this drink. Drinking it sooner or later is the same!"

He downed the Potion in one gulp. It wasn't as unpleasant as he'd imagined—almost like water, with little other taste. Yet it wasn't quite water, thicker and stickier, like a lump of honey that hadn't fully dissolved.

As the Potion slid down his throat into his esophagus, Altair felt his body react as if it had consumed some great tonic.

Before his eyes, colorful specks of light and mist began to appear.

"Altair, start meditating now. Control your spirituality and power. Imagine something that doesn't exist in reality and begin to depict it."

Hearing the reminder, Altair entered his meditation, fully immersing himself in a state of unity between heaven and man, his mind gradually calming.