I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 122 - 122 Bad situation

?Chapter 122: Bad situation Chapter 122: Bad situation Over the next two days, Lin An’s life was extremely regular.

After getting up in the morning, he would first go to the ‘Crazy Male Witch’s Tree Hole’ for half an hour. He wandered around like a curious baby who hadn’t seen much of the world.

Sometimes, when he encountered other wizards, they all looked at him with a strange gaze.

Yet, he took the opportunity to use his peering spirituality to search for information that might be useful.

The Witch Hunter Knights were not in a rush to obliterate this male witch organization, their only target was the extremely cunning leader ‘Kapok’.

Once they got rid of this wizard, without the protection of a powerful figure, the male witch organization would be like malleable mud; they could shape it into whatever form they liked.

For example, a training method testing ground or a Sorcerer Specter breeding ground.

Who knows.

After strolling around, checking the mission shop’s information and the knowledge exchange platform’s info, Lin An would quickly leave the tree hole.

Then he’d take the subway to work at the company.

After noon, he would go with the young boss to an industrial park slaughterhouse to receive guidance from Professor Cao and Doctor Zhang.

After having dinner together, the young boss would drop him off at home on the way back.

In the evening, Lin An would go to the tree hole for another hour.

After coming out, he would hurry to the yoga studio, following Chen Shuyun to learn Soft Body Skill, aiming to process all those emotions accumulated in his heart before the Dullness Potion’s effect wore off.

Perhaps because of the last experience in the sink, Chen Shuyun became a bit shy, hardly wearing yoga attire in front of him anymore.

Sometimes, when she made some overly twisted Soft Body Skill movements, her face would turn red.

Lin An wasn’t concerned with these things; his focus was almost entirely on the details of how Soft Body Skill affected the body and spirituality.

Given the spare time, he would only observe Chen Shuyun’s squirrel spirituality.

The little squirrel liked to hug its legs and curl up in the corner, and with the slightest sense of someone approaching, it would tremble with fear.

Compared to the white python, the little squirrel didn’t say much, mostly just spacing out.

Chen Xinmi would sometimes come up from underground to get some air, and seeing Lin An and Chen Shuyun tangled up practicing Soft Body Skill would elicit a few tsk sounds with unclear meaning.

Soft Body Skill, indeed, is not suitable for a man and a woman to practice alone; some positions are truly embarrassing.

Luckily, Zhou Xiaoxiao would often come to practice together, so Chen Shuyun wouldn’t feel too embarrassed.

Lin An didn’t feel embarrassed; he was learning this for survival.

With life hanging by a thread, who has the luxury to worry about these male-female matters.

Furthermore, he wouldn’t consider partnering with a witch; who knows when she might go mad in one’s sleep and suddenly snap, leaving no place to even argue one’s case.

He gradually started to enjoy the thrill, but not like the ‘rabbit mask male witch,’ madly chasing death.

It was different.

Seeking thrills was a mindset, not a deliberate act, and definitely not expressing oneself through the antics of the mad.

He understood restraint.

Like with Mr. Liu’s affair.

He wanted to kill Mr. Liu but he wasn’t hasty. Mr. Liu was the young boss’s support, the uncle of Chen Xinmi and Chen Shuyun; Lin An didn’t want his killing of Mr. Liu to affect his relations with both parties.

He shared the same claim as Mr. Liu, “I know you care about this person, and I feel very saddened by his death. But you know, his death has nothing to do with me.”

Next, it was time to apply the eye drops.

He would tell the young boss, “There’s a mysterious ‘Mortal Assistance Department’ within the Tree Hole Organization, filled with ordinary people who willingly degrade themselves, serving as servants to wizards. Let me tell you, one of them is particularly sleazy, apparently a high executive in a big company in real life…”

Then he would intersperse some of Mr. Liu’s subtle traits.

He would tell Chen Xinmi, “The situation with Dark Witchcraft isn’t easy to investigate, this kind of thing seems to be only circulating within the clubs of the Tree Hole Organization. I’m still just a wizard in the Emotional Fluctuation Period, I can’t get involved. But I’ve found out some information about the time the male witch organization attacked the yoga studio.”

“It seems it was on the male witch organization leader ‘Kapok’s’ orders that they could deploy two wizards, and there was also someone from the ‘Mortal Assistance Department’ helping out. It’s said that this ordinary person has his own sources on the outside…”
Chen Xinmi was obviously much more difficult to hoodwink than the young boss.

With a cigarette in her mouth, squinting her phoenix eyes, she used her Innate Witchcraft ‘Mind Reading,’ coupled with her extensive experience, to analyze every detail.

No one can weave a completely flawless lie unless it’s true.

Lin An couldn’t deceive her.

“Let me think for a moment…” Lin An looked up, thinking, murmuring, “I overheard several wizards talking about it; it seems that ordinary person from the Mortal Assistance Department seemed quite interesting to them.”

“One of them imitated a commoner and said ‘We need a raise!’ and then everyone laughed in a weird way.”

Reaching this point in the story, Lin An spread his hands, “You know, wizards are rather neurotic, and I can’t clearly describe the way they laughed.”

Chen Xinmi nodded, took a drag on her cigarette, and murmured with her head lowered in thought, “We need a raise?”

This didn’t seem like useful information.

Lin An was on the verge of rolling his eyes.

You don’t watch movies or even surf the internet?

But no matter, if Yunjuan Yunshu is really Chen Shuyun, this internet-addicted girl will surely have a chance to let you know what that phrase means.

Plant a seed today, sprinkle some growth accelerator on it tomorrow, and wait for it to water itself and grow. Wait for it to unexpectedly sprout from the dark soil overnight.

Lin An was in no hurry.

Being undercover, everyone involved had their own demands.

And his demand had always been simple—he was a wizard that the Witch Hunter Knights wanted to hunt down, and he needed a reason for the Witch Hunter Knights to tolerate his existence.

Plus, Kapok and Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu wanted him dead. This grudge, against the background of his hope to develop games alongside the young boss, was almost unresolvable—one of them would have to die to settle it.

Kapok was another hidden concern; he had to find a way to get the Witch Hunter Knights to kill this guy before Kapok figured out that he, the test subject, wasn’t blinded.

So he wouldn’t revert to being the experimental subject of this dangerous sorcerer.

The pressure from the Supernatural World was greater than he had imagined, navigating between the Witch Hunter Knights, the young boss, the Witches’ Assembly, and the Crazy Male Witch’s Tree Hole, while also having to concentrate on game development. No one knew how much pressure Lin An was under.

He always needed a way to vent.

So…

“Bang~”
Lin An kicked open the door of the Green Sail Hotel, nearly causing Mr. Liu to seek out a wizard to treat his sudden sensation of powerlessness.

“Are you crazy?!!!” Mr. Liu’s eyes bulged as he looked at the ‘painter’ wizard and then at his wife, who yelped and jumped down from the table, rushing into the covers.

Yes, he had switched rooms.

His wife, suspecting infidelity upon finding out he was at the Green Sail Hotel, came looking for him.

Being such a smooth operator, Mr. Liu didn’t panic. He calmly took the room card to another room he had rented, closed the door, and turned the tables by angrily berating the woman for not giving him any personal space.

The usual spiel about how hard it is to be the head of the household…

How he just needed a small corner to lick his wounds temporarily…

How he didn’t want to bring outside pressure and negativity home…

How her incessant nagging was hurting him…

And then…

Then it was time to pay the piper and see if he had really cheated or not—the real test was about to begin.

Lin An watched the woman who had just run past him and then jumped onto the bed, burying her upper body in the covers, somewhat taken aback. Wasn’t this the same woman who had come to the company looking for Mr. Liu?

“I’m crazy?” Lin An scoffed, “I’m out here working for you, and you’re having the time of your life, sleeping with different women every day!”

“!!!” The woman in the covers suddenly became alert, emerging from the bed and looking coldly at Mr. Liu, “Different women?”

“He’s talking nonsense!” Mr. Liu was beside himself with rage, and if he had been a wizard, the anger in his chest might have been enough to unleash a major witchcraft spell right then!

Too bad he wasn’t.

He was just an ordinary man who muddled through the blurry zone between commoners and the Transcendent.

Being angry wouldn’t solve anything, he knew that. He had to suppress the anger in his heart and quickly figure out how to handle the situation at hand.

This wasn’t the time to lose his temper; wizards were not to be angered, as they could carelessly take action and kill you without a second thought.

And his domineering wife was also not to be angered, as she, too, could impulsively kill you without hesitation.

The Mortal Assistance Department had rules; these ordinary people weren’t allowed to have private contacts with wizards, or they would bear the consequences themselves.

As for the consequences…

Well, this terrible situation said it all.