Chapter 463: Banquet, Master, Evolution Items

Inside a hotel in a certain regional adventurer city, a unique tasting banquet was underway.

People were immaculately dressed, wearing golden butterfly masks on their faces, each holding a glass of red wine.

Although their respective faces couldn't be seen clearly because of the masks, just from the raised corners of their mouths and twisted features, one could tell they were exceptionally excited right now.

"Oh~~~~~ Is this the evolution item made from Witch blood?"

A tall man in a black suit held his wine glass in one hand, carefully guarding it with the other.

He stared straight at the crystal-clear, red gel-like substance in the glass and shouted in an exaggerated and excited manner.

"So beautiful, it's simply like a work of art."

A woman was the same, only her eyes held a bit more infatuation.

And the fat man beside her wearing a top hat tugged at the bow tie on his chest, putting on a very elegant appearance and raising his chin.

"No, no, no, I think the Master is still the amazing one, actually coming up with the genius idea of using a ratio of one to a hundred to let a thousand people become Evolvers."

"Of course, otherwise why would he be the Master?"

"Right, right, right, the Master is amazing. Without the Master, we wouldn't be able to fulfill our dreams either."

"Indeed, the fact that those damned commoners could become Evolvers, and even establish sects, while we get nothing, is simply the biggest joke in this world."

The people in the venue praised the Master endlessly.

Because of this Master, they were now able to hold items that could allow them to evolve.

If one were to ask what the most amazing part about this 'Master' was, it was coming up with the method of using one drop of ancient blood mixed with a hundred drops of witch's blood to produce a thousand evolution items for people to use.

This theory was what the guest just now referred to as 'using a ratio of one to a hundred to let a thousand people evolve'.

And now.

After several months of war and research, the first batch of finished products finally came into the world one month after the end of the war, which was in April of Year 3 of the Transmigration Era.

As the earliest shareholders of the 'Master', they naturally became the first batch of beneficiaries, obtaining these evolution items that had just been produced not long ago.

"Everyone, today is a joyous day. Let us raise our glasses and celebrate our new life!"

Just as everyone was discussing animatedly, a muscular man standing 1.8 meters tall raised his wine glass from the second floor and shouted to the crowd below.

"To our new life!"

"To our new life!"

"To our new life!"

Although it was just a slogan-like sentence, it very appropriately stirred the emotions of everyone present.

As long as they drank this glass of gel-like evolution item in their hands, they could break free from being transmigrators and become Evolvers whom everyone cursed but everyone desired!

As for what race, they didn't care.

As long as it could allow them to climb back up from the very bottom of society.

Tycoons, officials, celebrities, professors, lawyers...

Thinking back to before transmigration, which of them wasn't wealthy, which of them wasn't a socialite, which of them didn't style themselves as a Social Elite.

Yet one transmigration beat them back to their original forms.

However, since the starting line was the same, no one among these people complained about anything at the very beginning; they just honestly lived their own little lives.

However, ever since that witch Lan Qingyou emerged out of nowhere, everything changed.

Are you kidding me?

I'm a Social Elite!

The fact that a guy named Lan Qingyou actually climbed over their heads was simply intolerable.

Thus, through introductions by friends of friends, this group of elites quickly formed a massive and complex community.

Because things like cards hadn't appeared at that time, their communication was mostly in the form of private chats.

But with the development of society, the advancement of the era, the appearance of cards, and the appearance of the group chat system, they finally had a place to gather.

Inside, they complained, venting about the world's will being unfair to them, and then reaping comfort from others.

At that time, they were in a state of self-amusement, until this person calling himself the 'Master' appeared.

The Master brought them serious business, and the Master also brought them a goal.

Thus, a plan to sow discord among the Witch race and smear Lan Qingyou began.

You didn't read that wrong; the people who would come out to make irresponsible remarks every time an incident reached its highest discussion level on the World Channel, or those who spread rumors offline in certain places, were them.

An organization that didn't even have a name and could only simply use V6 as its title, formerly composed of elites.

This organization had people everywhere, so although their intelligence couldn't be said to be very precise, at least it was more widespread compared to many organizations.

With their support, the Master obtained ample experimental materials and conducted experiments.

And the final result was that a dilution method could be used.

But it couldn't be diluted too much, so the blood of Evolvers was the best.

And exactly at this time, the Witch race won an overwhelming victory in the race competition.

So the Social Elites locked their sights on the Witch race.

From an investment perspective, launching that war fundamentally didn't cost much money. After all, everyone had the desire of 'wanting to become an Evolver'.

It was just slightly tiring on the vocal cords because they had to find so many people.

That was all.

Finally, after waiting bitterly for over half a year, they finally saw the returns on their investment.

Thus, one by one, without any hesitation, they tilted their heads back and drank the gel-like evolution items in their glasses.

Clatter—

Two seconds after finishing the drink, as the glass cups dropped one after another, the people in the banquet hall began clutching their necks with faces full of pain.

Their open mouths made them look like fish on the shore, struggling to breathe the outside air.

"M... Master, what is going on?"

The muscular man on the second floor was now lying on the ground, looking at the 'Master' leaning against the wall in the pitch-black corridor behind him.

"What do you mean what's going on? Isn't this an experiment? It's fine, just endure it for a bit, it'll get better slowly."

The addressed Master gave the other party a glance, then slowly walked forward, crouched down, and looked at the muscular man.

"Research is always accompanied by sacrifices, so as the experimental subjects for the first batch of potions, I am very grateful to everyone for your contributions to this great research."

"Experiment... sacrifices... great?"

No matter how stupid someone was, at this point they should be clear on what this Master's words meant.

It turned out that from the very beginning, they were being deceived by this guy.

It was just a pity they realized it too late, otherwise they would have never let this guy succeed no matter what.

After all, this way of dying was too stifling.

"Die? President, aren't you overthinking things? You don't think dying is a very serious matter, do you?"

As if seeing through the muscular man's thoughts, the Master looked at the other party with a look of astonishment.

"You... Ugh..."

The enraged muscular man widened his eyes and pointed at the other party, wanting to say something.

However, before he could even finish speaking, he felt a massive force spreading within his body.

And the last sight he saw was his body shrinking and his skin cracking dryly. As for what happened after that... he didn't know.