I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 58 - 58 058 This is spirituality

?Chapter 58: 058 This is spirituality Chapter 58: 058 This is spirituality Lin An didn’t look intimidated at all.

She could clearly feel an extreme rage burning inside Lin An’s chest, surging, boiling.

That intense emotion seemed to gush out of Lin An’s eyes like a raging fire.

In an instant, Chen Xinmi seemed to see a pair of dark golden eyes appear in Lin An’s eye sockets.

It was as if she had inadvertently intimidated a sleeping tiger, and upon awakening, the tiger roared with its head raised, its roar shaking the wilderness.

—No one! No one can scare me! What are you!

With such fierce and furious rage.

This is…

A weak version of a Sorcerer Zombie. When a new Wizard awakens, after experiencing six months to a year of emotional turmoil, once their will is completely crushed, they will exhibit a state similar to that of a Sorcerer Zombie.

Those dark golden eyes seemed like vortexes, filled with a terrifying aura, endless resentment, anger, oppression, as if to shatter someone’s spirit.

“Damn it!” Chen Xinmi was a bit stretched to her limit, staring at Lin An in shock, “How is this possible, you only awakened a few days ago?”

You just suppressed your emotions, didn’t you?

So why have they exploded now?

Oh~
She suddenly realized, the intimidating witchcraft, the witchcraft she had used to intimidate clearly had an effect, but it seemed to have only strained the rationality that was suppressing Lin An’s inner emotions.

So…

This man has always been in some sort of tense mental state?

“Tsk~”
Chen Xinmi let out a cryptic sigh, “Sigh, in such a state, yet you still dare to choose to become a Wild Sorcerer, not joining any organization…”

Her sister did give Lin An a recommendation letter, after all, he should have joined an organization on the day of his awakening.

Although the Tree Hole Organization of the Mad Male Witch isn’t that reliable, how many organizations in the Supernatural World can be considered reliable?

This person, if he doesn’t join an organization to learn how to sort out his emotions soon, will probably be completely eroded by his emotions and turn into a weakened version of a Sorcerer Zombie.

Chen Xinmi felt somewhat sad, a shared sorrow; Wizards inevitably met this end, and even someone as strong as her would face the same Destiny.

Chen Xinmi gently lifted her hand and snapped her fingers.

“Snap~”
A unique, crisp sound rang out, as if shattering something that had coagulated into a mass.

She knew all too well how to deal with this sort of thing, as she also had a sister in a similar predicament, who would completely regress into a Sorcerer Zombie if she wasn’t careful. Her sister used to run around like a wild monkey when she was young, but now she had to stay at home or in a yoga studio every day, not daring to go out.

The crisp sound with its unique rhythm echoed.

No effect!

“Damn it!”

She shouldn’t have used ‘intimidation’ to frighten Lin An. This person might have been so tightly wound for so long that he became extremely sensitive to changes in ’emotions.’ Yes, it could be that.

But in reality, the situation was far more complicated than she had thought.

As Chen Xinmi was casting the intimidating witchcraft, Lin An indeed looked as though he was about to be scared silly, after all, such powerful witchcraft was wielded by a formidable Wizard.

This terrifying intimidation felt omnipresent, stimulating every part of his body.

Including that red cord that always felt like an extension of his own body.

In just an instant, his psychic vision changed; the entire world seemed to darken, and his view followed the only colorful red cord in the blackened world, leading to its end, where it attached to fragments that began to float about.

Consciously drifting forward, he sought to return to where he was meant to be, but could never seem to get back.

In front of him, where Chen Xinmi stood, in his psychic vision, only half a body remained.

A gray and dim Chen Xinmi, oh, not quite, just half of her, only the left side.

The body seemed to have been torn apart by a tremendous force, leaving only the left side, the torn clothes fluttering without wind. At the rupture, a myriad of black and golden smokes swirled, accompanied by what seemed like ash-like fragments.

The half of Chen Xinmi suddenly opened her eyes, filled with pain, and softly said from her half-mouth, “It hurts, it’s so painful…”

With her speaking, countless black smudges surged from the ground, mixed with numerous fiery red leaves and dark red cat fur.

Lin An seemed to be trapped in the aura between the red cord and the half Chen Xinmi, unable to advance or retreat.

He blinked at this half-person and looked back, taking a sharp breath.

It was himself.

A similarly gray and gloomy figure, one hand tied with a glowing red cord, the cord fluttering.

He could clearly feel that the figure in front of him, his own figure, was filled with boundless rage, the result of suppressed, struggling, silent emotions, and more.

But he knew he was just floating here, not inside the body.

Those were not his emotions.

At that moment, behind gray and gloomy self, appeared a portrait of a black cat, which lit up, dimly illuminating a nearby portrait of a deer.

A black cat walked out of the portrait, ripples emanating from her movements.

“Meow, hurry, Lin An, you can’t stay in the rift between the Spirit Realm and the real world, quickly return to the real world!”

Lin An simply watched the gray and dull version of himself with confusion and affirmed, “That’s not my emotion! The rage burning in my current body isn’t mine!”

The black cat looked back and nodded, “Yes, you’re not mistaken.”

“What exactly is it, then?”