I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 136 - 136 128 Oil Painting Vortex Vision (Request for

?Chapter 136: 128 Oil Painting Vortex Vision (Request for Monthly Tickets) Chapter 136: 128 Oil Painting Vortex Vision (Request for Monthly Tickets) Lin An’s Transcendent pathway was not lacking in mentors, such as Professor Cao, Doctor Zhang, Chen Xinmi, Chen Shuyun, the Little Boss…

But perhaps because he knew early on how desperate each person’s Transcendent path was, he learned to view the knowledge he acquired in a more dialectical manner.

He also came to summarize and ponder on his own, about what exactly a Wizard should do.

Lin An discovered that when his personal agency was exercised to the extreme, when he desperately wanted to do something, a kind of power would burst forth from within.

Like before, when he chose to pursue excitement to better feel the vitality of life—it was completely different from the influence the rabbit mask Wizard had on him, compelling him to chase after thrills.

Desire!

This seemed to be a powerful source of strength for a Wizard, one that seemed to be built upon emotions.

And if desire was taken a step further, it would become a ‘vow’.

Lin An had ‘vowed’ to control his own life, to provide protection for those he cared about, and only then did the vitality of life burst forth.

And now, he intended to put such a thing into action; he needed this, the Wizards needed to plan for the future. So he wanted to protect these Wizards, or at the very least, fight for their chance to escape—such implementation also seemed to unleash the power of life deep within him.

Emotions—Desire—Vow—Action.

A vague series of veins thus emerged before his eyes.

Compared to the rabbit mask Wizard’s ‘being emotionally guided into making some crazy actions’, this seemed considerably more reliable?

Give it a try, who knows, it might just work!

Moreover, running to save people when the Witch Hunter Knights were hunting the city’s Wizards, wow, just thinking about it was exciting.

“What are you going to do?” Ugly Head asked.

“I need…” Lin An’s eyes appeared lost as he gazed into the distance, surveying the city through ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes’ with an equally distant look, “I need a witchcraft strong enough to protect myself, a witchcraft to escape from the hands of the Witch Hunter Knights, witchcraft capable of creating chaos for those I need to escape…”

Ugly Head blinked, then immediately gave an answer, “‘Dizzy’ Sorcery!”

“No!” Lin An stupidly watched the overlapping views of the city and Purgatory World, watching the city and Purgatory from above, witnessing the bustling city and the fight for survival in Purgatory…

“I’ve said it before, it is our gamble with the surrounding world, the pulse of the chaotic world…”

Ugly Head smirked, “Lin An, can you use any other vocabulary?”

Lin An smiled slightly, “Because this is my realization, whether it’s the Skinning Knife Skill of the Witch Hunter Knights, the Wizards’ ability to influence spatially distorted vision witchcraft, or my own desire to chase thrills…”

They are united, just manifested in different forms.

Only, the Skinning Knife Skill is more influenced by Breathing Skill, while witchcraft is more influenced by spiritual studies.

“Worldly affairs are like a Furnace…”

“Life and death, numbness, clamor, pursuit… Everything, layered upon layered, and yet twisted and complex…”

Suddenly, Lin An saw a flash of golden light.

He turned around, and saw a pair of pale giant hands tearing open the space, revealing billowing dark gold mist.

Between the mists, he could vaguely make out a pair of eyes and hands.

Those hands were particularly distinctive: the right hand held a writing brush, while in the left, a clown-face roly-poly popped and dissipated, then slowly twisted and spiraled something.

“Ha~”
Lin An looked at the dark gold right hand, “Right, I almost forgot, deep inside my heart, I desire to become an artist, to achieve societal success.”

This revelation suddenly gave him some ideas.

These thoughts grew within his mind, rapidly mobilizing everything from his past, layer upon layer, constructing a witchcraft.

What appeared in the left hand of the dark gold statue was a picture frame; within it was an image of a person standing on a bridge, screaming and twisting out of shape.

As if sensing something, he gently raised his hands.

Behind him, the dark gold space likewise raised its hands high.

The fingertips gently rippled, as if stirring the surface of a lake that existed in some indeterminate dimension, and thus ripples appeared.

“There’s another Wizard over here!” Zhuang, the Antler Witch Hunter Knight, called out excitedly, brandishing his hammer and charging towards Lin An.

However, he quickly sensed something amiss.

Within five hundred meters around him, the whole world seemed to turn into intense, vibrant colors.

It was as if someone had put an ‘Oil Painting Filter’ over his eyes.

And it wasn’t just the difference in visual perception—every color seemed to twist and turn, the sky’s red river, the red glow in the sky, the yellow sand and stones on the ground, the Wizard in front in a black outfit and mask…

Everything became intense blocks of color, and then these blocks twisted and spiraled, forming several vortices, seemingly blending all together.

Boom!

Zhuang’s reaction was extremely swift, as he followed his initial perception and furiously swung his hammer, smashing it into the ground and creating a huge pit a meter wide.

Then he pulled the chain connecting his arm and the hammer taut, and the hammer whistled as it spun around in a circle.

Should the chain entangle anything, the flung hammer would follow the force, smashing down upon that object.

However, Lin An had already transformed into a black cat, deftly avoiding the attack.

This time, his black cat body seemed larger than before, previously akin to the size of a Siberian tiger, but now it seemed to have expanded even further.

This brought with it greatly enhanced flexibility, agility, and responsiveness, among other attributes.

Huh?

Isn’t this the effect of the Soft Body Skill digesting the emotional wildfire within?

Lin An smacked his lips and once again widened the distance from Zhuang the Witch-hunting Knight, his neck adorned with a dark gold necklace, now with the tag on it changed.

It had turned into a small picture frame.

Hanging beside it was an ugly head of about the same size.

Zhuang was incredibly fierce, like an indefatigable meat grinder, crazily attacking in the direction of the black shadow in his vision.

Swinging the chain hammer, his attack range was not only extensive but also three-dimensional.

Had it not been for the spatial vision judgement granted by witchcraft, Lin An felt he would barely survive for a moment before being killed.

He quickly increased the distance and rushed towards another Witch Hunter Knight who was fighting a wizard.

“Don’t run!” Zhuang bellowed. “Damn, last time you played me for a fool, do you think you can pull it off again? Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

He swung the chain hammer with one hand while opening the warehouse bound to his gold-rimmed glasses with the other, pulling out a bunch of yarn balls and tossing them in all directions.

The tremendous centrifugal force stretched the yarn balls mid-air, turning them into a series of large fishing nets.

He clearly had a contingency plan for the ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery.

But Lin An was no longer the same black cat as last time, his body was stronger, and the impact of spatial vision was different.

The witchcraft had also changed far beyond its previous form.

That twisting blackness, combined with his transformation into a black cat, was so greatly displaced in both spatial and visual positioning.

Agilely maneuvering through the chain hammer and the netting, Lin An leapt, avoiding the oncoming attack from another Witch Hunter Knight, and relying on the ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes,’ he successfully reached the front of the wizard, whom the Witch Hunter Knight was battling.

The wizard, who had been in despair, suddenly felt the world turn into a whirlwind of intense color blocks, and with a forward charge, he somehow ended up crashing into the ground. He quickly scrambled up, only to feel as if the entire space had come to a halt.

In the vortex of vivid colors, a giant black cat suddenly leaped out, gazing solemnly at him, extending a paw to forcefully push on his head.

Instantly, his world began to spin again.

No, it was different from spinning—it felt like flipping.

He watched in disbelief as a dump truck appeared head-on.

He…
Had he actually escaped from the terrifying Purgatory World of the Witch Hunter Knights and reappeared in the real world?

The dump truck quickly swerved, and he hastily dodged, narrowly avoiding being hit and turned into a corpse by mere inches.

Far away, he heard cursing coming from the cab of the dump truck, and only then did he come to his senses, quickly darting into a shopping mall on a nearby street.

“The black cat…”
“He saved me!”

Lin An didn’t save every wizard.

From the beginning, he had been overlooking the city through ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes’ and had already chosen whom he wanted to save.

As for those whose methods were evidently evil, whose inner strength was definitely up to no good, he didn’t bother with them—a wizard enslaved by their own emotions would prove too difficult to control in the future.

He also couldn’t help those wizards near Professor Cao.

He was here to save people, to chase thrills, not to seek death.

The surge of life burgeoning within him was so intense, his desire to live was stronger than that of the average wizard.

Thus, more and more Witch Hunter Knights accumulated behind him, and Professor Cao had also taken notice of the situation but was entangled with several formidable wizards.

Obviously, those Dark Sorcerer fellows were trying to take the opportunity to flee?

He fell silent for a moment then shook his head, turning his attention to the few before him.