I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 115 - 115 107 lets seek some thrills

?Chapter 115: 107, let’s seek some thrills! Chapter 115: 107, let’s seek some thrills! Lin An has never been one to wallow in the melancholy of spring and autumn; his life experiences simply didn’t afford him the luxury of soaking in such sentiments.

After contentedly reviewing his collection, he began to ponder the reason for entering this space between the real world and the Spirit Realm.

To summarize the patterns, so he might return next time, perhaps this place would serve some purpose.

He couldn’t help but mobilize his witchcraft spirituality to assist in the functioning of his brain.

But he was quickly stunned.

The operations that were once routine to him were now utterly horrifying in this world.

The grey and dim version of himself suddenly opened his eyelids, and the dark gold eyeballs inside rolled around, swiftly surveying the ‘Witchcraft Spirituality Platter,’ ‘Portrait Shadow Wall,’ and ‘Spirituality Pedestal,’ before fixating on the ‘Witchcraft Spirituality Platter.’
It evidently chose the dark gold statue’s spirituality of Chen Shuyun, since its spirituality was cleaner than that of the rabbit-masked wizard, sparing itself some dreadful consequences.

But Lin An knew that this decision in his mind was merely an instantaneous reflex, an instinctual choice.

He watched dumbfounded as the grey and dim statue opened its mouth, which didn’t contain teeth like his own, but rather a terrifying void.

From the void extended numerous grey and dim tentacles, plunging into the spirituality lake. Soon, eerie dark gold patterns spread across the tentacles, and the spiritual energy traveled along these lines toward the mouth and was sucked in.

“Eh~”
Lin An recoiled slightly with a hint of disdain, and after a while, he felt it was somewhat inappropriate to scorn himself, just pursing his lips as he watched the scene unfold.

Regardless, the witchcraft spirituality swiftly spun up his brain.

Memory, logical analysis, associative thinking…

It was as if his brain had been given an all-attribute BUFF.

Actually, he didn’t need all these abilities. Right now, he only needed to recall the details of what happened before he entered this world.

Quickly, he found the answer and hastily terminated the indisputably wasteful process.

The ‘Dullness Potion’ that he and Chen Shuyun were soaking in burst all his emotions and then suppressed them, eventually leading to an emotional dullness.

It was supposed to be quite useful.

However, such effects apparently touched on the ‘repression numbness’ and the ‘pursuit of excitement’ emotional fluctuations he was experiencing while competing with the ‘rabbit-masked wizard.’
He couldn’t help but glance at the ‘Spirituality Pedestal’ he had just named and the rabbit-masked wizard in the mirrored reflection.

In the end, his gaze landed on the left hand of his grey and dim self, upon which sat the ‘Clown-faced Weeble-Wobble’ seeming to mediate all conflict.

He approached and gently touched it, instantly feeling the sensation of touching his own skin.

Warm and somewhat dry.

He felt as if a voice urged him to step into this body and return to the real world.

His fingertips moved, touching the Weeble-Wobble; he raised an eyebrow and attempted to pick it up.

“Eh? I can actually pick it up?”

Lin An blinked and suddenly turned his attention to the ‘Witchcraft Spirituality Platter’ filled with spiritual energy.

The black cat had said—either abandon this witchcraft, or if you can devour it, you can also dig it out.

Digging it out would be such a waste, Lin An had an intuition that by placing the Weeble-Wobble on the ‘Witchcraft Spirituality Platter,’ he could turn it into a consumable form of spirituality.

A draining method, akin to throwing a stick that could be used as a weapon into a stove as firewood…

Lin An smacked his lips and replaced the Weeble-Wobble down.

Along the colorful lines spreading into his body, he looked at his chest, where the wild fire continued to burn, slowly becoming more viscous.

Yet it didn’t disappear or stop amassing emotions.

This seemed to match Chen Xinmi’s description of the potion’s effects, causing everything to dull and then using the Soft Body Skill to quickly dissipate these emotions, turning them into physical strength.

At this moment, Lin An evidently noticed the issue the Witch-hunting Knight had introduced to the Witches’ Assembly with the Soft Body Skill.

It could only bring about bodily flexibility, endurance, and enhanced physical vitality.

The small shop owner had become capable of easily crushing a tough wild walnut using this method!

The rapidly operating brain quickly provided the answer.

First, it would definitely be most effective to go to Professor Cao to study at this time.

Second, because of Chen Xinmi’s potion, he seemed not to have to worry about the Witch Hunter Knights detecting his emotional turmoil anymore!

With an answer in mind, he did not linger, looking around before slowly walking towards the dim figure.

Instantly, the world spun.

When he opened his eyes again, he was engulfed by the pain of the potion ravaging his body.

He couldn’t help but let out an uncontrollable cry of agony.

Time passed, and the effects of the potion in the sink began to recede bit by bit, not only that, but the potion also started to become clear.

It was as if it had been filtered through something and was becoming more and more like clear water.

Chen Shuyun curled up in a corner, hugging her knees, head lowered, lost in thought. Lin An looked up and saw no trace of the hand covered in scales he had glimpsed before; it had reverted back to its delicate and pale appearance.

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t look further, turning his back on Chen Shuyun.

In such a small sink, the proximity of the two was inevitably awkward.

Clang~
The iron railing cover of the sink was finally lifted, and Lin An hurriedly climbed out, grabbed his clothes, and ran out to the cave outside, leaving the place to Chen Shuyun.

Behind him came the chuckle of Chen Xinmi, though he had no idea what was amusing her.

After a while, Chen Shuyun came over silently with her head lowered. She was still wearing that oversized trench coat, and said in a soft, feeble voice, “I’ll take you to the training room to practice.”

An awkward silence spread between them.

Lin An coughed. “Why don’t I come back tomorrow or the day after? I feel like I’m fine now, so there’s no rush.”

Chen Shuyun looked up at him, relief poorly concealed in her eyes, and nodded vigorously, “Mmm, okay!”

In fact, Lin An planned to see Professor Cao first to learn the Witch-hunting Knight’s methods.

To see if it was even more awesome.

Leaving the yoga studio, the night sky was dotted with stars, and the city was silent.

Checking his phone, he was surprised to see that it was already past two in the morning.

At this time, the city’s subways had stopped running, and the buses had gone off duty early. Lin An turned on his phone to call for a ride and had to wait a good half hour before he could get into a car.

The car radio was broadcasting a midnight show, and the host’s voice, whispering softly, gently told a ghost story.

Looking out the window, the lights of the high-rise buildings turned on, quickly turning into streaks of light retreating into the distance.

At the red light, Lin An quietly observed the city’s streets that seemed both familiar and strange.

The exploration of the Supernatural World, the struggles on the path of cultivation, the calculations with every step of his undercover life…

All of it seemed to be taking him further away from those ordinary lives he had once known.

Even though he lived in the city, and even though he was still going to work, everything seemed to be changing.

After graduating from university, he had come to this bustling metropolis that he had longed for, eager to blend into its hustle and bustle. Yet somehow, he was drifting further and further away without realizing it.

The human heart is so complex, Lin An suddenly felt like he wanted to find something thrilling to do.

It’s bizarre, the rabbit mask sorcerer was influencing his ‘pursuit of thrills,’ and Lin An suppressed it, he restrained it.

But even though his emotions were now knotted in his heart, the rabbit mask sorcerer’s Witchcraft Spirituality probably wouldn’t stir up any waves in him for a while, yet he found himself wanting to seek out some excitement.

“Master, is the Green Sail Hotel far from my destination?” he asked.

The driver spoke casually. “Not very far, they’re both in the city. Why do you ask?”

Lin An licked his lips, “When we arrive, could you wait for me a moment? I need to grab something and then you can take me there.”

To…

Meet up with Mr. Liu and have some fun~
To find a thrill!