I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 55 - 55 055 Lin An I just had another dream

?Chapter 55: 055 Lin An, I just had another dream Chapter 55: 055 Lin An, I just had another dream Lin An was especially grateful to the yoga blogger ‘Yun Juan Yun Shu’.

When facing terrifying hallucinations in his life, Yunjuan Yunshu had provided him with methods to calm his mind and confront them directly, and now, he might need to learn even more about yoga meditation and breathing techniques from Yunjuan Yunshu to combat the wildfire within him.

Lin An couldn’t wait to check his private messages.

——Just find a regular yoga studio to learn, as long as it’s taught seriously, everyone understands.

——I’m sorry my yoga studio only accepts female students, otherwise, I could teach you. Let’s add each other on ‘BB’, you can ask me if you have any questions.

‘BB’ was an instant messaging app, its icon was a very retro ‘beeper’ pattern, and it was probably made to catch on the ‘nonsensical chatting’ internet buzz at the time of its release.

Lin An copied down Yunjuan Yunshu’s lengthy account name and searched for friends on BB, quickly getting friend approval.

He sent a few words of thanks and visited Yunjuan Yunshu’s homepage.

Hmm…

This must be a secondary account; the profile picture was the system’s default image, and the signature, journal, photo album, and so on were all blank. Only in the video account’s redirecting app page could he see that the following list was packed with beautiful girls’ accounts.

Tsk~
If it had been earlier, Lin An would have definitely clicked in to observe, but now he truly had no mood for it.

Go to a yoga studio to learn?

It seems…

The little boss had bought him a one-year membership at Qin’s yoga studio, and the membership cost 32,000 yuan! The little boss could squander freely, but he felt it was a pity.

But this Qin was also a Wizard, huh!

Lin An was somewhat hesitant.

Moreover, the methods of yoga meditation and breathing were clearly at odds with the Wizard’s meditation methods. Could these witches really teach authentic yoga meditation and breathing?

Speaking of witches, Chen Shuyun had to be mentioned; Lin An now knew why a demure girl like her would behave that way in his own home.

He could even guess what kind of extent Chen Shuyun’s wildfire in her heart would burn when she rummaged through every corner of the city and found his home.

But understanding was just understanding.

It wasn’t a reason for forgiveness.

As an orphan who had been on his own since childhood, the idea of ‘thinking from someone else’s perspective’ was a luxury for him; he had never had the habit nor dared to afford it.

He pondered over Chen Shuyun only to give himself a good reference for what he would have to face next.

Wizards are really a very sad kind of monster.

Perhaps the Spiritual Energy of the Spirit Realm had given Wizards more active emotions, which could even leverage Spiritual Energy to release a more powerful force than the Cultivators of past history, a Super Dimensional force. But, it also made Wizards become monsters bit by bit.

After all, humans seem unsuitable for consuming the Spiritual Energy of the Spirit Realm.

They just can’t handle it.

It’s like how some people say cancer cells are actually a kind of evolution, except the human body can’t support that evolution, so humans just perish.

Lin An didn’t want to immerse himself in fearless sorrow and trouble.

Negative emotions didn’t bring him any benefits.

The black cat and the grey wolf hadn’t appeared before him again. Lin An simply settled down, opened his modelling software, and once more immersed himself in tweaking the green-skinned shield.

It was work hours now; having a boss who valued him and paid him such a high salary, as a working man, he naturally hoped to work hard and repay such kindness during office hours.

This was the most basic work ethic.

Setting aside the troubles of the Supernatural World, not falling into pointless speculation, Lin An carefully adjusted the settings.

This green skin would serve as the primary pattern for the first level BOSS and equipment in the upcoming game, and Lin An wanted to perfect it.

Time passed quickly as he busied himself.

The little boss came by once in the meantime. Other than exclaiming over his ability to further optimize the already stunning green image, he didn’t say much.

Excited for a while, he saw Lin An engrossed in his work and left again.

He was said to have spotted a few graphic designers with good skills but struggling with life and planned to go sign them personally for the special project team.

In the open office area outside, interviews for graphic designers were still going on. Lin An would go over and take a look when he took a break, but unfortunately, he did not encounter someone with an aura of Spiritual Energy again.

At 5:30 PM, he finished work on time.

Not having a micromanaging boss was refreshing, no plotting to assign you a workload that would just happen to require you to work overtime to complete it. He could freely plan out his entire evening.

The rush hour was simply the time with the highest concentration of people, and the various hallucinations that appeared today were especially unbearable.

In the subway, Lin An encountered a man who kept staring at him non-stop.

The man, wearing a mask and a duckbill cap, had an indistinct face, but according to the spirit with duck feet and butterfly wings on his beer bottle, he was an actor.

A third-rate actor, who had finally gotten a film offer, planned to play a physically and mentally exhausted office worker.

He thought Lin An fit the image perfectly and observed him seriously.

Lin An deeply regretted touching the spirit that kept staring at him; that way, he wouldn’t have to know about the transaction the actor stealthily made using his drunk girlfriend.

Some people look normal, enviably normal, yet do things akin to what beasts would do.

Sometimes, only after you’ve seen enough can you understand how complex the human heart is, so murky that it blurs the lines between right and wrong.

This despicable person, who could so easily sell out his girlfriend, actually did so because he loved her dearly. He sold everything he had and even took on debt to treat her mother’s illness. Then, he felt that his girlfriend, who should rightfully contribute, owed it to him for the rare opportunity he had finally seized.

Such matters…

Lin An suppressed the urge to whip his spirit.

Doing good and punishing evil may seem satisfying, but what right did he have to judge others? Who knows if his girlfriend was pretending to be drunk, if it was a case of the willing striker and the willing victim.

Of course, it was none of Lin An’s damned business.

He just didn’t want to start down that path and become some so-called superhero acting on whim to punish others. He couldn’t stand on a moral high ground; he was a Wizard, he was a monster.

The only thing he hoped for was not to harm any innocent bystanders.

He was already quite selfish, wasn’t he?

Staying in this city, refusing to leave, for the increasingly regular professional life and for such high wages.

A monster on the verge of madness should be hiding deep in the mountains, shouldn’t it?

“Next stop ahead…”

Lin An walked with his head down, silently moving between the monster and humans, heading towards his house.

Upon opening the door, his somewhat heavy heart finally felt a trace of warmth.

The ugly head, seemingly well-rested, was hanging in a net bag on the wall, humming a strange tune to itself. Seeing Lin An come back, it called out to him to let it down.

Lin An carelessly placed the net bag on the ground, letting it roll out on its own, while he busied himself sorting out his laptop bag.

“Lin An, Lin An, I just had a dream!”

“What dream did you have?” Lin An asked offhandedly, suddenly on alert and swiftly turning to look at the head, “Stop, don’t say it!”

He suspected that the ugly head was a harbinger of bad luck.

After all, it had a black beak with a black tongue and black teeth, which certainly shared some similarities.

But he clearly couldn’t stop the head from being a chatterbox.

“I dreamed that a girl came looking for you, a really pretty one. Hey, her long legs were amazing, and she was wearing black stockings!”

Was Chen Shuyun finally going to come?

Lin An shook his wrist vigorously, causing the red string wrapped around his arm to dangle, and watched the door warily, before pausing for a moment.

“Wait, did you say long legs?”

The head appeared somewhat panicked as it hopped to the side, “Eh, what’s that scary thing you’re holding in your hand? Right, right, long legs.”

Lin An recalled doubtfully, “I remember you described them as ‘peach-like’ last time?”

“Not peaches, this one wasn’t as plump, but actually quite ample,” the ugly head said urgently, “Lin An, hurry up and take me away. Those long legs are scarier than peaches.”

That made sense!

Lin An shook the red string onto his arm, bent down to scoop up the head with his left hand, “Let’s go. I was just going to find some mediation breathing materials; we’ll head to the book city.”

His actions were decisive.

He left his half-sorted laptop bag, carried the head, and turned towards the door.

In a rush, he yanked the door open, and the sudden sound of the doorbell exploded before him.

“!!!”

Before him stood a lady with a graceful figure.

Wearing a black pencil dress that indeed had black stockings, and above it, a crimson blouse that revealed a generous cleavage. The head wasn’t wrong, its scale may not compare to Chen Shuyun, but it was substantial.

The lady was topped with a hat adorned with a black net veil, currently tilting her head down, lighting a cigarette with a lighter.

Even though her face was concealed by the brim of the hat, Lin An recognized her in an instant.

Chen Xinmi!

Is she planning to blow up my house by lighting that cigarette?!!!