Status: Master

Standing to one side, Byron watched Evan down five Fusion Potions in a row, his eyes looking a little dazed...

Excitement surged through Byron. He could barely resist taking Evan right then and there!

Fortunately, Byron had enough self-control to suppress his excitement and greed.

"Not yet... not yet... He'll be even more perfect once he becomes a Master!"

Watching Evan struggle to control his Beyonder Characteristics, Byron instinctively licked his lips.

"This is the reward the God of Fate has given someone who's worked as hard as I have!"

"Arkham, you're the most perfect fool—and the greatest gift—I've encountered in my entire life!"

"Fusion Potions dull a Beyonder's intuition for sensing spirituality."

"The more he drinks, the duller that intuition becomes. Eventually, he'll even lose his instinct for danger!"

"Combined with all those potions I gave him earlier to weaken his Self-Awareness..."

"When I show him the Black Sun's symbol, heh heh!"

Byron watched Evan fiddling with the idiotic dog's head. "You'll become a puppet that belongs to me alone!"

Up ahead, Evan, who had been gulping down potions, made a show of holding his head and spoke in a dazed voice.

"Professor, I drank five potions, but I don't feel much of anything!?"

Byron looked at the dazed Evan and sighed. "It seems your Physique prevents the potions' effects from stacking."

"With other people, I've definitely seen the effects of five potions stack."

Of course, he had made that up on the spot.

Forget five bottles at once. The Bestiality produced by drinking even three would drive any expert Beyonder other than a Demon Hunter mad.

Evan showed little doubt at Byron's answer.

Under the effects of so many potions, the pitch-black mist and the dog with the idiotic expression had visibly begun to merge.

Black mist seeped