Raymond Brooks's attempt to escape was discovered. He cursed inwardly at this pervert for not drinking that half bottle of bloating potion himself earlier. Seeing Albert Harris's terrifying expression, he dared not say much, took the bottle, and drank it in one gulp.

This time, the potion's effect was paralysis. When the prompt sounded in his mind again, Raymond Brooks's whole body had already lost all sensation, and he couldn't even speak. When he mentally agreed, a strange effect occurred once more—the stiffness vanished, and the system's activation progress had reached 1.2%.

The prompt added another line: "After completing three consecutive material transformations, would you like to enable automatic intelligent absorption?"

Without hesitation, Raymond Brooks confirmed in his mind: This is a lifesaver. Otherwise, if he encountered some kind of fast-acting poison that kills instantly, he might be dead before the system could even prompt him.

Albert Harris snatched the now-empty bottle, glanced at the label, and confirmed it was No. 103 "Potent Petrification Potion." His expression was utterly shocked: "Damn human, what kind of magic did you use!"

If I could use magic, would I let you force-feed me potions? Raymond Brooks grumbled inwardly, putting on an innocent face. Albert Harris dragged him to the table, pulled out a pile of bottles and jars, and forced him to drink them.

Seeing names like "Deadly Poison Potion" and "Potent Heart-Eating Potion" made Raymond Brooks's skin crawl. Fortunately, that powerful super system accepted everything without exception. As he watched the bottles empty one by one, Raymond Brooks remained unharmed, while Albert Harris's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

The super system's activation progress had already reached 18%. Raymond Brooks noticed that the stronger the potion, the more progress it provided. However, taking the same potion again yielded much less progress. His expectations for this unknown system grew higher and higher—what would happen when it reached 100%?

Suddenly, Raymond Brooks showed a look of discomfort and said, "Master, wait a moment!"

Albert Harris's eyes lit up, his gaze falling on the empty bottle that had just been drunk. He carefully picked it up, as if grabbing his last lifeline, and asked hopefully, "Are you feeling numbness and difficulty breathing?"

"Not exactly..." Raymond Brooks said apologetically, "I didn't eat last night, and just drank too much water. I can't hold it anymore. May I ask where the latrine is?"

"Bang!" The bottle suddenly shattered. Albert Harris's handsome features twisted together as he gritted his teeth and said, "Too much 'water'? Damn human, how dare you insult a potion master's lifelong work like this!"

Raymond Brooks was startled and quickly shut his mouth tight—yesterday, he had already been struck by lightning once for "skin color discrimination." Was he going to repeat the mistake today for disrespecting someone's labor? Fine, he'll just hold it in. That's better than being electrocuted until he loses control of his bladder and bowels.

Too bad the super system can't absorb lightning...

"A human's constitution... has actually reached this level? My research, my new poisons... could it all be..." Albert Harris panted rapidly, screaming hysterically, "No! I still have formulas! I'll make the most difficult white potion right now, and rot every bone in your body!"

At this moment, the effect of that half bottle of bloating potion gradually subsided. Stanley Reed's stomachache eased a lot, and he lay on the ground, exhausted and gasping for breath. This little imp had followed Albert Harris for a short time, and upon hearing the words "white potion," his face showed terror as he shouted, "Albert Harris Master, don't..."

Unfortunately, the half-crazed Albert Harris could no longer listen to any persuasion. What could drive someone crazier than watching a lifetime's work go to waste before their eyes? Sensing the situation was bad, Raymond Brooks quietly made his way toward the laboratory door.

As Albert Harris trembled while pouring the purple liquid from the test tube into a bubbling vessel, a sudden change occurred. With a loud "boom," an explosion erupted. The glassware on the table shattered under the immense force, and various liquids and powders rained down like a storm. Albert Harris, who bore the brunt of it, was blown back more than ten meters and crashed to the ground with a "thud," his fate unknown. The nearby little imp was also sent tumbling several times, slamming hard into the wall.

Luckily, Raymond Brooks had already retreated outside the laboratory and narrowly escaped disaster. The lab was built so solidly that not even a crack appeared.

Raymond Brooks cautiously poked his head in and, seeing the miserable state of the two inside, secretly congratulated himself for acting quickly. Although he was eager to see what would happen when the "super system" was fully activated, Albert Harris's madness was too terrifying—who knew what horrors this guy might unleash next? If not now, then when?

Raymond Brooks casually picked up a tattered cloak from the ground, threw it over his head, and slipped away.

It seemed Albert Harris's laboratory was located in a large manor. Perhaps because the lab was so dangerous, there wasn't a soul in sight along the way. As the saying goes, "when nature calls, you can't resist." Having drunk so many potions earlier, Raymond Brooks really couldn't hold it anymore. He came to a garden, picked a plant, and relieved himself on it, calling it "fertilizing" for good measure.

After finishing and fastening his pants, Raymond Brooks turned around—only to shiver in shock, because there was a face staring at him curiously.