I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 45: 045 It’s too weird. Chapter 45: 045 It’s too weird. Outside the window, thunder roared and the rain poured down, while inside, the doorbell rang tirelessly, nonstop.

Lin An, however, was gazing deeply at Chen Shuyun, with a seriousness he had never shown before.

He licked his lips and simply crouched down, tilting his head in confusion as he looked at the witch on the floor.

Spirituality – he couldn’t be mistaken – there was a unique spirituality about Chen Shuyun.

Even without the support of her gaze.

He reached out to touch the witch’s limp arm. His fingertips pressed down like they were touching soft cotton, then slid along.

Then, his eyes lit up as he quickly gathered the spiritual energy buried deep within himself to enhance his brain’s capacity for careful analysis of the textures at his fingertips.

Soft and smooth, but he could faintly sense an extremely fine scale-like texture, reminiscent of python scales.

This sensation was very faint and would have been difficult to detect if not for Lin An’s ability to perceive spirituality and its augmentation of his brain’s analytical power.

The sensation of scales continued up the arm and, past the limb, reverted back to the touch of normal human skin.

This was precisely what had alerted Lin An to the problem.

Chen Shuyun before him was exhibiting two distinct spiritual rhythms.

Her right arm bore an extremely terrifying ferocity and violence, while the rest of her body, under the contrast of the right arm, faintly revealed to Lin An a rhythm of fragility, weakness, struggle, and labored breaths.

Lin An gently caressed the arm, his eyes growing steadily brighter.

Under the vision of the Eye of Spirituality, enhanced by his spiritual energy, the arm appeared to faintly glow, weak as it was, he still observed it.

Just like that glowing walnut!

Is this…

An object eroded by Spiritual Energy?

A spellcasting component?

Lin An’s expression became peculiar. Thinking of the Witch-hunting Knight skinning and deboning Sorcerer Zombies, he seemed to understand the crux of the matter.

But this was not the focus of Lin An’s concern.

Had this been corrupted by that White Snake?

Is this the process of a Wizard eventually becoming a monster, a Sorcerer Zombie, or what one might call a demonic creature?

Lin An pursed his lips, deciding to give it a try.

His fingertips gently slid over the creamy-like arm, his gaze so eager. Never before had he let go of the calmness and composure in his heart, his eyes blazing as they drifted over the witch’s body.

The Eye of Spirituality was meant to peer into the Transcendent powers hidden behind the ordinary world. Desperately craving to glimpse the truth, if this method wasn’t mistaken, he should see…

He saw an expanse of darkness.

An endless, boundless darkness.

The entire world seemed to contain only him and the witch, with Chen Shuyun lying pale and powerless in the darkness, a Dark Gold Statue floating behind her.

The right hand of the Dark Gold Statue turned into a shadow, merging with the witch’s right hand.

An unfathomable ferocity and violence surged from the arm, trying to spread throughout the body yet being held back by a faintly shimmering red rope.

The vision was fleeting.

Lin An blinked, the brief change in his field of vision making him slightly uncomfortable.

Emotions and desires triggered the Wizard’s casting abilities.

While casting spells, the Wizard was also being eroded by the emotions inherent to Spiritual Energy itself!

Applying the insight he had gained over time, it was like everyone had a beast inside their heart; in unleashing our inner selves, we were also being devoured by this beast.

In the end, we become the beast.

What a pitiful fate for Wizards!

Chen Shuyun wasn’t wrong—we are all beings of injustice.

What a clear and painful realization!

“Witch most monstrous,” indeed— it now appears that it means something like this!

It’s not that one becomes a Sorcerer Zombie after reaching a certain level, but that with every step a Wizard takes, they become a little more like a Sorcerer Zombie. Even if one wishes to halt their pace, as long as there’s desire in their heart, the metamorphosis won’t stop.

But damn it… he’s a Wizard himself!

Lin An’s hand didn’t stop moving, trailing upwards to gently grasp Chen Shuyun’s slender, white neck.

He tilted his head and silently stared at Chen Shuyun, this madwoman who had burst into his home and nearly killed him!

If he hadn’t been able to touch the witchcraft Chen Xinmi used to suppress Chen Shuyun at the spiritual level and make adjustments, who knows what would have happened!

Don’t be fooled by his amiable explanation just now—the fury in his heart had been burning fiercely.

It was only the restraint brought about by exposure to strange spirituality over a long period and the continuous practice of the yoga influencer’s calming meditation breathing skill that had kept it in check.

But now, it was as if a voice inside him was roaring loudly.

Kill her!

Kill her!!

Lin An knew that although the method of restraining witchcraft on this woman had been adjusted to make it harder for her to struggle, her right arm had already been unsealed!

What if she attacked him again after waking up? What would he do then?

Misfortunes arise from leniency!

“Heh~”
Lin An’s throat emitted a hard-to-define sound, feeling incredibly good about the decision he had just made!

The raging fire in his heart, the feeling of helplessness against the powerful sorcerer, and the pitiful justifications he cobbled together to survive all started to burn, bit by bit.

This flame spread throughout his heart, igniting all the suppressed emotions and situations accumulated over time, turning them into fuel one by one.

The fire rushed from his chest to his brain and then spread to his arms, as if transforming into infinite strength.

Lin An’s hand gently squeezed Chen Shuyun’s neck, weighing it.

Yes!

The anger, born from repression, would bestow upon him the strength to break this neck!

Ha~
This feeling of having someone’s life in his hands, controlling life and death…

“Ring ring ring~~~Impulse is the devil~~you’ll turn into someone you don’t recognize~~~”
Lin An’s cellphone ringtone went off.

Then, from the monitor’s speaker, came the boss’s nagging voice, “Haha, I knew you were at home! An, An, quickly open the door!”

“!!!”

The voice completely startled Lin An out of his bizarre state; he stared at his hand in horror and abruptly let go.

Damn!

Shit!

He had always been just an ordinary person, when did he start having the urge to kill?

It was that ball of anger.

No, it was emotion!

His emotions had driven him to act!

The rage felt incredibly powerful, momentarily overwhelming his reason and immersing him so deeply that he couldn’t extricate himself!

With his brain still overclocked by spirituality, Lin An quickly realized the problem—he shouldn’t have rashly applied his own understanding to the “Eye of Spirituality” without guidance.

Clearly, he had done the right thing. Utilizing emotions to aid his spellcasting was truly a way to walk the path of a wizard.

But he had also stepped onto that path of wizardry.

This transformation was subtle, as his use of emotions instinctively drew upon the strongest emotions within him, naturally casting a witchcraft spell that enhanced his strength?

Lin An almost couldn’t handle it.

Damn it, he didn’t want to become a wizard, yet he had stumbled upon the right path by fumbling around, and now he had actually taken that step?

Spirituality was that useful? By messing around with it, he had learned the Witch-hunting Knight’s Breathing Skill, and now with a bit more fumbling he had learned the witch’s spellcasting?

For crying out loud!

Am I now a real wizard?

Lin An had just managed to deal with the significant impact of powerful spirituality on his daily life, thinking he could finally live like a normal person, and then this happened?

Is there no end to this?!

I don’t want to be a wizard!

Chen Shuyun, can you change me back?!!!

“…”

Lin An sighed, shook his head, and felt somewhat dispirited for a moment. He looked back at the door, where the boss was being utterly insistent, refusing to leave.

After thinking for a bit, he simply picked up Chen Shuyun, looked around, and walked towards the wardrobe.

His agility, thanks to the Breathing Skill, allowed him to do these things silently. He lifted his right foot high, flipped open the wardrobe door, and stuffed Chen Shuyun inside.

Lin An paused for a moment, then picked up the bag with the black cat’s curtain on the floor, and threw it into Chen Shuyun’s arms.

It’s to prevent this witch from waking up suddenly and going mad again.

Wizards drawing power from emotions and being eroded by them at the same time was a method far too sinister.

Far too sinister.

Lin An glanced at Chen Shuyun and silently closed the wardrobe door.