I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 130 - 130 122 Im really not a good person am I

?Chapter 130: 122 I’m really not a good person, am I? Chapter 130: 122 I’m really not a good person, am I? The appearance of the Eyeball Witch Monster undoubtedly struck a nerve with the Witch Hunter Knights. Just moments ago, gazing down upon the entire city through the eyes in its head, it witnessed the rapidly expanding Red Light Purgatory World engulfing the city with alarming speed.

Lin An reacted incredibly quickly.

He yanked open his suitcase and stuffed everything he had acquired from Mr. Liu inside, along with the Three-legged Wooden Toad and column base gifted by Chen Xinmi. He placed it on the bed, then pulled out a witchcraft blanket from the closet to cover the suitcase.

Next, he was about to dive under the blanket with the head in his arms.

The winds howled fiercely.

However, just as he was about to cover himself with the blanket, he froze in place.

His eyes flickered with thought as he looked at the head, “You think… they can’t tell it’s me…”

“Of course!” The Ugly Head chuckled deviously, “Have you ever wondered why wizards say that innate witchcraft is hard for witch-hunting knights to detect, while other types of spells are so easily sensed?”

Lin An slowly climbed down from the bed and adjusted the blanket meticulously, “Why is that?”

“Because innate witchcraft is cast by the wizard using their own spirituality, manifesting within the dimensions of the Spirit Realm, making it naturally difficult to detect.”

“Whereas with other spells, wizards cast them using the Seven Emotions and Six Desires of their own spiritual evolution, tapping into the power of the dimensions of the Spirit Realm, resulting in changes that occur within the real-world dimension.”

“As for your ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes,’ it’s even less likely to be discovered.”

“Because you’re not casting using spirituality. You’re using your own spiritual eyes to cast it. Get it? Heh heh heh… They’re not entirely wrong in calling you an Eyeball Witch Monster.”

Really now…

Lin An, holding the head, raised an eyebrow thoughtfully and slowly walked to the entrance door. He looked at himself in the mirror of the hallway, murmuring, “Head, do you know what I’m about to do?”

“Do what?”

Lin An tilted his head, looking at his reflection in the mirror, which suddenly transformed into a clown-faced warlock. With a snap, it pressed firmly against the mirror, silently cackling with laughter.

He watched the clown with utmost seriousness.

“I need power enough to protect myself!”

“The best method I can think of right now is to use the black cat’s body to cast ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery.”

“There are two ways to cast this spell. One is to use the flesh and blood fragments of the clown totem as fuel, consuming them to cast the sorcery. But this method’s consumption is so immense that there will come a day when it will be used up.”

“I even doubt if it’s enough for one high-intensity chase.”

“The other method…”

“Chen Shuyun’s black cat told me that such spiritual totems are combinations of wizard’s witchcraft and spiritual energy. Over some time, I’ve verified this point.”

“Digesting these spiritual totem flesh fragments and making the ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery completely my own is the best choice!”

“And I’ve found that although people are different, some ideas are the same.”

“He longs for a beautiful family and life, and so do I; he yearns to break through a life of suppression and numbness, and so do I…”

“These commonalities are precisely the key to constructing the ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery by the Clown-faced Warlock.”

“So chasing thrills has become our common choice of direction.”

“So, this is my way of digesting the ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery.”

Lin An was so earnestly watching the clown-masked wizard in the mirror when suddenly, a black cat appeared, gazing down coldly at the clown.

“To digest, not to assimilate, I am me, I don’t want to become him, nor can he expect to be reborn through me.”

“Because our attitudes toward life are so different, our motivations and approaches to pursuing thrills are so distinct…”

Lin An looked down at the Ugly Head, “You think I’m on the right track, don’t you?”

The head rolled its eyes, “I’m your spiritual energy; I am you. If you don’t understand something, how can I? At most, I know a bit more about the Spirit Realm and spiritual energy that I have observed.”

Lin An wasn’t looking for its affirmation.

He already had his answer. How could he waver?

He licked his lips and smiled at the mirror, watching the laughing clown-faced warlock, “I know you’re anxious now; you’re subtly influencing some of my emotions and thoughts.”

“But it’s useless, the things I want to do, you can influence, what I don’t want to do, you can’t.” Lin An said.

“This is an invisible game of chess, I’m different from you, I will tell you what it means to chase thrills with my actions.”

“Hahahaha…” The clown-faced warlock laughed maniacally at Lin An, raising his head to look at the towering black cat, his laughter turning into crying, and then laughing again while crying.

“You can’t do this! You killed me! You’re going to devour my spirituality! You stole my witchcraft! You’re going to take everything from me! You demon!”

Lin An pursed his lips, watching the clown-faced warlock’s hysterical shouting, and after some thought, nodded sincerely, “Yes, I’m sorry, I’m indeed not a good person.”

“Ahh~~~” The clown-faced warlock screamed miserably as the giant black cat that had appeared behind him in the mirror sniffed around before suddenly opening its toothy maw and biting onto its shoulder.

Suddenly, it turned back into a clown-faced roly-poly, with dark gold blood, mixed with black grime, flowing from its cracked wooden lacquer surface.

Lin An watched silently, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone and quickly dialed a number from his contacts.

The head clutched in his left hand extended a black tongue toward the clown-faced warlock, “Lulululu~~~”
Blood spattered.

“Hello? Chen Xinmi?”

A magnetic voice came from the other end of the line, sounding somewhat panicked, “You’ve noticed it, too, those Antler Witch-Hunting Knight Order are suddenly making big moves!”

Lin An narrowed his eyes, “Yes, I’m not an undercover agent for nothing!”

Chen Xinmi’s voice became hurried, “What do you know?”

“Kapok! The leader of the Tree Hole Organization, the crazy male witch, once said that eyes are the windows of the soul, and the full development of the soul is key to overcoming the singular emotional outbursts of wizards! This is the key to his pursuit of the path of witchcraft.”

“You mean…” Chen Xinmi paused.

“I don’t know if there’s a connection, but I know something, the sudden deployment of the Witch Hunter Knights tonight is because the Eyeball Witch Monster has appeared again.”

“But this Eyeball Witch Monster is different from past monsters; it hasn’t caused the Spirit Realm to manifest around it!”

“With such a powerful witch, resembling a Sorcerer Zombie yet not, appearing in Shenhou City apart from Kapok, I really can’t think of anyone else. Maybe it’s just that I don’t know enough people.”

Lin An’s voice was calm as he stared intently at his own reflection in the mirror, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

“Lay low for a while. I’ve heard that the ‘Southern Empire Witch-Hunting Knights Alliance’ is sending investigators. The Antler Witch-Hunting Knight Order, regardless of their previous policies towards witches, will likely have to make some sort of show now.”

Chen Xinmi’s voice from the phone was so earnest, “Thank you very much for the information!”

“There’s one more thing…”

Lin An’s brow arched slightly, “I found out that the leader of the Mortal Aid Department of the Tree Hole Organization, the ordinary man who attacked the yoga studio with two male witches, is actually our Mr. Liu…”

Before he could finish, a scream came from the other end of the line, “How is that possible!”

Lin An chuckled, “You can check who’s car was parked at the intersection outside the corner of the creative park where the yoga studio is located before the two male witches attacked.”

“But this person is very cautious. When I found out, I heard that his car was already lost. So I can’t guarantee that it’s him. Maybe someone else from the Mortal Aid Department took his car and drove the two male witches to their target.”

“I will investigate further, as I was nearly killed in that incident myself, I…”

Before Lin An could finish, there suddenly came a sound of a phone dropping on the floor from the earpiece.

Faintly, Chen Xinmi’s voice sounded so helpless, “Uncle Liu… is he really…?”

Just then, Chen Shuyun’s voice came through, “Sis, I’ve already told everyone to hide, huh, what’s wrong with you?”

“No, nothing…”

A long while later, a deep and husky voice from the phone said, “Thank you, but don’t do anything rash. Leave the rest to me!”

“You hide too during this time, and be careful. If things get too dangerous, hide under a blanket.”

With that, the call ended.

The phone flipped through Lin An’s fingers, he deleted the call history, turned off the screen, and put it back into his trouser pocket.

Lin An looked at the frantic clown-faced roly-poly in the mirror and said with a sigh, “See, I’m really not a good person.”