Just three hundred years ago, in the most recent great war, the demon coalition, under the command of the number one powerhouse Richard Foster Jr., inflicted heavy casualties on humanity. But as always, the final victory still belonged to "light and justice." Richard Foster Jr. was killed by a human powerhouse, and the defeated demon army was forced to retreat back to the demon realm.

Arthur's knowledge of the demons was limited to this. In fact, the human world was not lacking in powerhouses who could cut rivers with their swords or shatter mountains with their fists. However, Arthur happened to be a typical good-for-nothing—he knew nothing of battle aura or magic, and his greatest talent was eating, drinking, and having fun. If Arthur's soul were still around, Raymond Brooks would definitely grab this kid by the neck and roar: How the hell did you end up with such a "talent"!

The reality was, this guy had already been completely freed from the torment of Albert Harris's potion, and now the one who had to face everything was the miserable inheritor, Raymond Brooks.

What would happen to a powerless, weak human in a world full of demons? A test subject? Food?

The more Raymond Brooks thought about it, the more terrified he became, deeply regretting his reckless decision to press "confirm" at the time. In his heart, he had already cursed that damned phone a thousand times, but now there was no medicine for regret.

In his previous life, he was just a homebody, good at reading novels, playing games, and hanging out on forums, but he had never touched martial arts or fighting. Even if he knew a few moves, they would be useless in this magical world. How could he survive?

Raymond Brooks thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with a solution. Exhausted both physically and mentally, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Two: Super System

Early the next morning, Raymond Brooks was brought to yesterday's laboratory by Stanley Reed. He hadn't had time to look closely yesterday, but the lab was actually quite spacious, with all sorts of potions and strange instruments laid out on the tables.

In front of Albert Harris, the bossy attitude Stanley Reed had just shown toward Raymond Brooks immediately turned into extreme obsequiousness. With a wave of his hand, Albert Harris stopped Stanley Reed's endless flattery and asked Raymond Brooks, "Hungry?"

Raymond Brooks wished he could punch that skinny face into a chubby one, but he silently nodded.

"Perfect, try this." Albert Harris smiled maliciously and took out a bottle of green, viscous liquid that was actually bubbling with white vapor. The sight made Raymond Brooks's hair stand on end, and he instantly regretted his answer, shaking his head desperately.

Reading the situation, Stanley Reed immediately punched Raymond Brooks on the head, followed by a flurry of kicks and blows.

"Enough! Let him drink half first and see." Albert Harris's words made Stanley Reed stop.

Under someone else's roof, you have to keep your head down. One day, I'll make you drink foot-washing water! With no other choice, Raymond Brooks had to force himself to swallow the disgusting potion, barely letting it touch his tongue as he gulped it down. Not long after drinking it, his stomach began to heat up and swell, accompanied by waves of pain. Only then did Raymond Brooks understand the reason for Albert Harris's sinister smile earlier.

At that moment, a "ding" sounded in his mind, and that mysterious voice rang out again: "Unknown toxic substance detected. Absorb and activate the super system?"

"Yes!" Raymond Brooks's stomach pain was getting worse, so he didn't hesitate and shouted out loud. That familiar cool sensation rose up, the swelling pain gradually faded, and his bloated stomach returned to normal.

"Insufficient energy supply. System activation progress: 0.7%. More energy is needed to complete activation."

Raymond Brooks breathed a sigh of relief. This time he heard it clearly—the absorption effect was almost instantaneous, and he couldn't help but get excited: Super system? That name sounds familiar.

Albert Harris obviously couldn't hear the mysterious voice. He stared wide-eyed at Raymond Brooks, who had recovered in such a short time, and said in surprise, "That's not right. Did I mess up the ratio of swelling grass again?"

Albert Harris glanced at Stanley Reed, who was baring his teeth at Raymond Brooks, and ordered, "Stanley Reed, drink the rest!"

Stanley Reed's face instantly fell, full of pleading. "Honored master..."

Before he could finish, a crackling sound flashed in Albert Harris's hand—the sign of lightning about to strike. Seeing the situation, Stanley Reed had no choice but to grit his teeth and drink the potion. A few minutes later, the little imp was rolling on the ground clutching his stomach in pain, his belly swelling up until he looked like a woman ten months pregnant. Seeing Stanley Reed's miserable state, Raymond Brooks felt a chill run down his spine. This laboratory and that dead-faced master were just too dangerous—it would be best to get away as soon as possible.

"This can't be! The potion is clearly effective..." Albert Harris looked at Stanley Reed's misery in confusion, recalling Raymond Brooks's earlier state, and seemed to remember a "spell." He quickly said, "Stanley Reed, shout 'yes'!"

"Yes!" Stanley Reed shouted through the pain, but obviously, it had no effect.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Stanley Reed shouted desperately, but the harder he tried, the more it hurt.

"You idiot, slow down, and make your pronunciation rounder!" Albert Harris cursed at Stanley Reed, but when the little imp could barely say "yes" anymore, the effects of the potion still didn't subside.

"Stop!" Albert Harris shouted at Raymond Brooks, who was trying to sneak away. In a single leap, he crossed the seven or eight meters between them, blocked his path, and produced another bottle of potion in his hand. "Hurry up and drink this!"