I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 121 - 121 113 Why wont he believe it

?Chapter 121: 113 Why won’t he believe it? Chapter 121: 113 Why won’t he believe it? Lin An had an impulse at this moment, desperately wanting to find Chen Xinmi.

If the witch could let him into the sink to experience the ‘Dullness Potion’ again, he might be able to enter the space between the real world and the gap of its components.

He was very curious.

The three things he named within— the Spiritual Plate, Portrait Shadow Wall, and the Spiritual Round Stage.

At this moment, he wondered if there would be any change on the ‘Portrait Shadow Wall’ with the image of the black cat.

Or to say, had an additional Spiritual Round Stage appeared, one on which a black cat was standing?

But clearly, that was not appropriate.

The tip of the blade slid slowly, not as effortlessly as Professor Cao had demonstrated, and the speed of the cutting was not very fast, even absurdly slow.

Lin An was feeling carefully and roughly grasping the sensation.

This was a struggle!

He was confronting the emotions that were gathering inside the body of this Sorcerer Zombie; the Sorcerer Zombie before him was apparently ripe for harvest through extreme means, and the emotions vaguely contained within its hide, though especially extreme, seemed a bit ethereal.

There were resentment and malice, pain and struggle, madness and hysteria…

Every point of the blade’s dragging scrape was a confrontation between his soul and these mixed extreme emotions.

They couldn’t affect him, Lin An had this kind of feeling.

But if he couldn’t withstand the confrontation against these extreme emotions, he would not be able to make the cut— not even by a millimeter.

It was as if…

This thing was a whetstone, and now he was infusing his heart’s essence into the blade’s tip, submitting to the grinding of this whetstone.

Or alternatively, intended to grind this whetstone to pieces.

It depended on his spirit.

Professor Cao was right; this was clearly a form of witchcraft.

As he performed the cutting, gradually, everything around him darkened, as if the entire world eventually consisted of only himself and the Sorcerer Zombie before him.

Slowly, the Sorcerer Zombie began to vanish, turning into a massive picture frame.

The picture frame resembled a mirror, and on the other side of the mirror, a black cat was extending its paw, hooking the crack in the incision.

With every slight movement of the blade, the paw on the other side of the mirror also scratched bit by bit.

This…

This was not cutting material, but cutting into one’s own heart!

This…

Was the visualization at the spiritual level of the Cultivation Furnace steps Professor Cao dismantled into a whole set of Breathing Skills that accompanied armor making.

“Your heart’s strength is not enough!” the black cat looked at him and said this.

Lin An pursed his lips and looked at it, “I know.”

“Yes, of course, you know, because I am your spirituality—a spirituality that is about to be born but could also be smothered by yourself,” the black cat tilted its head, gaze still fixed on him, “you know, you’re not the strong one in your heart.”

“You need more strength, but the power of the heart is not rootless waterweed; it can’t just become brave because ‘I think I’m brave’; it needs a lot of support.”

“You…”

“Are you willing to pursue excitement? This is the first step in releasing your heart, the first step toward pursuing freedom.”

“It comes from the suppressed and increasingly numb heart of your past life, from your powerlessness and despair towards work and life.”

“You need to chase excitement; you know, only then will you feel like you are still alive. Otherwise, you remain that powerless and numb person, your will polished dull and pallid by life.”

“It is not because of the ‘Rabbit Mask Sorcerer’s’ Witchcraft Spirituality, but because you truly want to ‘pursue excitement’.”

“In that case, you will possess a stronger heart power.”

“It will grow and spread in your heart, devouring the ‘Rabbit Mask Sorcerer’s’ Witchcraft Spirituality that reached your lips.”

“This is a kind of ‘digestion,’ you know, all that I am talking about are things you understand.”

Lin An silently watched it, murmuring low, “I…”

He couldn’t help but recall his past life; before the cataract surgery, he indeed lived quite a repressed and numb existence.

He no longer enjoyed everything in life, began ignoring everything outside of the routine of renting and heading to the company, unsure what he was living for, with no pursuit whatsoever.

His favorites were filled with food and scenery, always excusing himself for lack of time, but the truth was, even during holidays, it never crossed his mind; he just wanted to lie in bed, gripping his phone, watching others’ exciting lives.

Perhaps, he had already felt back then that his own life wasn’t truly exciting at all.

He had resisted.

He didn’t want to become that way!

So he took all the savings he had accumulated since childhood and bought that apartment. Not only because he, an orphan, needed a place to put down roots, but it was also intended to force some changes in himself.

He began reading technical books and papers every day after an exhausting day at work, maintaining the habit despite being worn out.

He stopped keeping to himself, started socializing with colleagues, listening to their stories, seeking opportunities to change his life.

“Yes…”

“I want to pursue excitement; I want my life to become exciting,” Lin An looked earnestly at the black cat, “Even though the Supernatural World is full of oppression and despair, even as I’m mired in it, a step awry could lead to death…”

“But I actually enjoy this feeling.”

“It’s thrilling, so thrilling that it makes me feel…”

“I sure as hell didn’t live for nothing.”

The black cat looked deeply at him, gradually becoming more solid from an ephemeral state, “Destiny is a magical thing, it influences what you need to come to you, whether in the form of disaster or as a prize…”

“You desire a life filled with excitement and thrills, and so ‘the Rabbit Masked Sorcerer’ appeared before you…”

“Then seize it, regardless if it’s misfortune or fortune, and try to digest it!”

“Let it be the stepping stone on your path to ‘chasing the thrill.’
“In…my form.”

In a daze, Lin An felt the mirror in front of him flip, and he found himself on the other side, transformed into a black cat, extending his claws.

He gently scratched, and the wrinkled hide between the sheep body and crocodile legs was slit open by his sharp claws.

In his ears, faint sounds of astonishment could be heard.

“Damn, how come you get it right after just one try? I’m such a loser, wuuu…”

Lin An blinked, breaking free from the delusion of witchcraft’s spirituality, and looked at the eager small boss beside him.

He smiled slightly, not sure what to say, so he simply adopted the stereotypical expression unique to programmers, showing a dull and stupefied face.

“It’s very simple, just do as Professor Cao says.”

The small boss opened his mouth, feeling like he just received a critical hit of ten thousand points.

Sorry, even though you’ve been kind to me, I really can’t tell you.

I can’t exactly say that I learned it by taking a shortcut through spirituality, can I?

Just like how he initially used spirituality’s help to paint a green-skinned portrait, to read and progress rapidly, to master the Breathing Skill, the Spirit Cat Spinal Stretching Technique, and the Soft Body Skill…

The path of the supernatural world has always been so simple.

He just happened to be very lucky to possess a unique ability to glimpse into spirituality.

Thus, along the way, although it was tough, it was never utterly hopeless.

By dinner time, Lin An had already carved out a piece of crocodile leg, yes, even though he had mastered the knack, Sorcerer Zombies were too outrageous, even in death they had to be dissected bit by bit.

One might even say ground open.

The small boss was envious.

He possessed great strength, wielding that boning knife, yet he could not even pierce a tiny bit of the Witch Monster’s hide.

At night, he drove Lin An away from the slaughterhouse for dinner with a sullen face, bringing Lin An a piece of news.

“We need to take a business trip in a couple of days.”

“A business trip?” Lin An was stunned, “Where to?”

The small boss shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”

“???”

The small boss looked around, then leaned closer to whisper, “Remember I told you about an Eyeball Witch Monster appearing in our city? That thing is a Sorcerer Zombie cultivated to the pinnacle of sorcery, not like the artificially ripened stuff we’ve just seen in the freezer.”

Lin An nodded.

“Lu Jiao has been unable to find the Eyeball Witch Monster but is well aware that it’s always been hiding in the city, potentially bringing a terrible disaster to the city at any moment.”

“We can’t put the lives of over 20 million people in Shenhou City at risk for the sake of saving face, so Lu Jiao reported this matter to the ‘Southern Empire Witch-Hunting Knights Alliance.'”
“They are coming in a couple of days, and the two of us with Sorcerer’s bloodlines have to run and hide.”

Lin An raised his eyebrows. This was the advantage of choosing to be on the side of the Witch Hunter Knights; he could be in the know. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even know how he died.

But he was still particularly curious, “The Southern Empire Witch-Hunting Knights Alliance? Are they that formidable?”

Who knew the small boss would scoff, “Formidable my ass!”

“???”

“You really don’t get it, An,” said the small boss, holding his chopsticks like someone with vast knowledge, “Remember this: in the supernatural world, power converges onto a single person!”

“With this understanding, you should know how the supernatural world operates.”

“An organization’s own strength doesn’t matter. What people care about is whether there’s a powerful individual in that organization. If there is, then the organization is strong.”

“When my dad was in his prime, the ‘Southern Empire Witch-Hunting Knights Alliance’ was nothing.”

Unfortunately…

The glory is no more.

But the Southern Empire Witch-Hunting Knights Alliance now has a badass boss holding the fort.

“Anyway, that’s the situation. We’ll go out and avoid trouble for a couple of days, have a vacation, relax, and when they leave, we’ll come back.”

Is that so…

Lin An’s brow furrowed slightly.

In this city of over twenty million people, there emerged a Witch Monster adept at hiding. A Witch Monster that could at any time turn the entire city into hell. Would the people from the ‘Southern Empire Witch-Hunting Knights Alliance’ really only come for two days and then leave?

He just didn’t buy it!