I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 101 - 101 094 A small quilt that no one loves

?Chapter 101: 094 A small quilt that no one loves Chapter 101: 094 A small quilt that no one loves Witchcraft is truly a magical thing.

With a thought from Lin Anxin, the bloodstains on the wall disappeared in an instant before reappearing, the writing transforming into a terribly haunting ‘smile’!

Blood dripped down from the end of each stroke of the ‘smile’, tracing lines on the wall like the marks of agonizing tears.

It was as if with ‘just a thought’ and the traces left on the wall would be those conceived in the heart.

There wasn’t the kind of consumption of stored spiritual essence like that with spirits.

Nor was there a need to enter into the unique rhythm of the Witch-hunting Knight.

It was really just like sneezing.

This…

Truthfully, Chen Xinmi and Miao Miao were shocked, and Lin An was equally astounded at how simple the casting of witchcraft could be.

It was different from when he used the ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery before; that was performed through spiritual essence, consuming the fragments of spirit found within the blood and flesh of the ‘Little Rabbit’ mask-wearing male witch’s dark golden spiritual essence.

But now, he didn’t feel any consumption at all.

There was only the knowing or not knowing.

It was just that simple.

Just…

“This is witchcraft?” Lin An watched the blood writing on the wall in a daze, “Isn’t this too awesome?”

No wonder, no wonder the Witch Hunter Knights had already researched ways to use the generational, continuously upgraded Thunderstruck Wood, yet they were still only in a tug-of-war with the wizards’ power.

And he had only learned Revealing Sorcery so far.

If he really mastered more advanced witchcraft, what kind of scene would that be…

Damn it.

He felt a kind of pride emerging, pride in his identity as a wizard.

This wasn’t being a wizard; this was divine!

But he quickly calmed down; wizards were creatures of emotion, and fortunately, he had clearly realized this before he came into contact with witchcraft.

Otherwise, if he had learned witchcraft first and then found out about this, he would probably not care so much, right?

Chen Xinmi slowly turned her head, looking at Lin An with a flicker in her eyes before slowly sitting down.

She seemed to be pondering something.

Miao Miao didn’t respond because, at that moment, her expression was simply in sync.

It was then that Lin An realized that Chen Xinmi and Miao Miao were one and the same.

“I now…” Chen Xinmi closed her mouth, trying hard not to let her tone become excited, her fingertips trembling slightly as she took a drag of her cigarette, her phoenix eyes narrowing.

“I suspect your Innate Witchcraft is ‘Absorption Borrowing’, this is what my spiritual sense tells me. I believe that even if it’s not that, the general direction will definitely not be far off,” she said, staring at Lin An.

“So I’m not surprised you could perform the ‘Little Rabbit’s ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery; witchcraft originates from the heart, there are definitely many restrictions when performing someone else’s sorcery.”

“But I clearly underestimated your talent.”

“I am now offering you a chance to back out,” Chen Xinmi said with great seriousness. “Forget going undercover, come with me to the Wizard Association, where we can provide you with the best learning and development plan.”

And after clearing out the Male Witch Organization, if you performed well, our Wizard Association might even give you the opportunity to establish your own Male Witch Organization.

She didn’t say this last part; it was just habitual planning for the future.

It sounded wonderful.

Lin An had gained the attention of the young boss, and his career started to climb. Now, having caught the attention of the Wizard Association, it seemed his path in the Supernatural World was also set to rise.

But…

He no longer had a choice.

The Witch Hunter Knights’ imminent pursuit, Professor Cao and Doctor Zhang’s teachings, Mr. Liu’s hatred, the cotton tree’s grudge, the potential for a better cultivation path at the young boss’s place, the inheritance of the ‘Little Rabbit’ mask-wearing male witch… He had too many reasons and things he wanted to do.

But how could he refuse Chen Xinmi?

That would clearly be a choice no normal person could make.

So…

Just don’t be a normal person.

Lin An switched his mindset to ‘chasing thrills’ in an instant, his face suddenly revealing a twisted smile, as if he was humorously suppressing excitation, his eyes unintentionally widening a bit.

He licked his lips, slightly neurotically saying, “No! Going undercover, that’s too exciting!”

Chen Xinmi’s eyes widened as she watched him, clearly an emotional thrill; emotions were already starting to influence his will!

She had just failed to notice it?

But in an instant, Lin An returned to being the calm, collected, and elegantly youthful boy, a gentle smile gracing his face, “So, no thanks.”

Hiss~~~
How did he do that?

Chen Xinmi blinked, and for a moment did not bring up the topic again.

“All right then, remember, you can change your mind at any time. Your talent is highly valued by the Wizard Association—that’s our reason for indulging you,” she said.

She took out a flat, exquisite little box from her handbag.

It looked a bit like a compact used for applying eyeshadow, but as she opened it, suddenly the entire box began to grow, eventually becoming a shelf that was a full meter wide.

The shelf was filled with all sorts of things.

“The second witchcraft I’m teaching you today is called ‘Little Quilt No Love,’ also known as ‘Coffin-Sealing’ Sorcery.”

“Little Quilt No Love…” To be honest, even hearing the name of the sorcery for the second time, Lin An found it rather peculiar.

“Yes,” Chen Xinmi said, looking at Lin An’s expression with a cold huff, “you don’t understand the significance of how a master-level wizard names their own invented witchcraft; it vividly and spiritually tells the complete principle of the witchcraft.”

Speaking of this, Chen Xinmi’s face showed a look of admiration, which was quite rare as she often carried a proud demeanor.

“What it means is that we’re hiding in a dark place, completely disconnected from the rest of the world. In principle, it achieves this amazing state by suppressing all emotions within us, to become detached from the influences of the real world and the Spirit Realm.”

“This is also why I highly value this witchcraft.”

“It is not just a sorcery for hiding one’s self, but also a way to seal oneself during critical moments, like when our emotions are on the verge of explosion, about to transform us into a Sorcerer Zombie, or in any other crisis!”

Heavens!

Lin An realized the preciousness of this sorcery!

He couldn’t help but look gratefully towards Miao Miao, who had somehow curled behind Chen Xinmi, resting its head on her shoulder.

Thinking Lin An was looking at her, Chen Xinmi, along with the big black cat on her shoulder, simultaneously made a smug grin, as if to say—yes, you hit the jackpot. Ha, you better thank me quickly!

“Thank you…” Lin An whispered to the black cat.

Chen Xinmi raised an eyebrow and continued, “This witchcraft has two casting methods, one is sorcery, the other is ritual magic.”

“Ritual magic is the simplest; even newly awakened witches can set it up. Its effect is to imbue a quilt with magic, allowing one to hide underneath without being detected by anyone.”

“The downside is if someone disturbs the bed or ground the quilt rests on, or it is subjected to an attack powerful enough to destroy the quilt, you would be forced out of this dark space.”

“The sorcery is probably the result of further research by the master who invented this witchcraft. Casting this sorcery can produce a coffin anywhere, anytime to seal oneself within, without relying on physical objects, and you can stay inside until you can’t bear it anymore.”

“Don’t even think about trying to use the sorcery for now, you’re not capable of learning it yet.”

Ah, well…

Why mention it if you’re not going to teach it? That’s just purely trying to annoy someone.

With a serious look, Lin An said to her, “You also said my natural talent isn’t bad, maybe I can learn it?”

Chen Xinmi scoffed and pulled a golden key from the shelf, placing it on the table and sliding it across to Lin An, “Go to the Sunlight Library of Shenhou City, use this key once inside, and you’ll enter an Underground Library. If you want to learn, go learn it yourself.”

The black cat meowed by her side.

“Meow~”
—This is advanced witchcraft; the knowledge required fills nearly half a library, it’s quite difficult. She’s not deceiving you.

“!!!”

“Ritual magic is simple enough; first, tidy up your bed and lay out the quilt.”

Next, Chen Xinmi instructed Lin An to place some harsh-smelling candles around the large bed and lit them with a lighter.

Then she found a ceramic soup bowl, threw various leaves and dried insects from the shelf into it, and cut a wound on Lin An’s hand with a knife.

“Extend your hand into it and grab those spellcasting materials forcefully, crush them thoroughly, the finer the better.”

“Even if it hurts, you have to endure.”

Fingers connected to the heart, Chen Xinmi cut from Lin An’s index finger to his wrist with a knife, and Lin An almost screamed out in pain.

He was quite capable of enduring.

Perhaps it was best at this time to adjust his mentality, to enter a ‘pursuit of thrill’ state, which might turn the stimulation into a kind of pleasure.

But Lin An just clenched his teeth and endured the pain, fiercely kneading the materials.

He always maintained a certain wariness towards this state of ‘pursuing thrill.’
Strangely enough, as he kneaded and as his pain followed the flow of his blood, seeping into each fragment of material, the wound on his hand began to scab over.

Eventually, the scabs fell off, becoming crushed along with the spellcasting materials, as if magic was brewing. As the kneading continued, these materials turned into powders of various colors.

“Sprinkle them on the quilt, and a bit around the bed too.”

“Place dew in a clean glass on the bedside, wrap the crystal in parchment paper and place it at the foot of the bed, and finally, take this Thunderstruck Wood, hold it in your hand.”

“Alright, you can now crawl under the quilt.”

Honestly.

It all looked rather odd and sinister, yet seemed to have no effect.

Lin An glanced at Chen Xinmi and then at Miao Miao; they both stood quietly to the side, watching him.

Alright, let’s try.

Lin An stepped over the candles, treading on the powdered spellcasting materials, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and looked inside—nothing there.

So, he lay down under it.

“…”

He felt nothing.

“Hoo~” Chen Xinmi let out a breath of smoke, looking somewhat helplessly at Lin An, “Haven’t you watched horror movies? Pull your feet and your head inside the quilt.”

“Oh, okay, sure.”

Lin An gave an awkward smile and fully retracted into the quilt.

Suddenly…

An endless darkness enveloped him.

As if… he was isolated from the entire world.

A feeling of loneliness quickly climbed inside his head, on his skin…