I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 102 - 102 095 Code Painter

?Chapter 102: 095 Code Painter Chapter 102: 095 Code Painter What does it feel like to hide in a small bedding?

First, it’s a feeling of safety, an especially substantial sense of safety, as if the whole world had moved far away.

Then, as one stays in the endless darkness longer, no, it doesn’t even take that long, that feeling of safety begins to feel empty and desolate, as though it had nothing to lean on.

It felt as though the heart was being grasped tightly, causing an inexplicable sense of suffocation.

Loneliness spread in the heart and climbed up on the skin, moving along the unexpected goosebumps and cold sweat-soaked skin.

It was as if one had moved from one extreme to another, and inside there was a frantic desire to throw off the quilt, a feeling of insecurity.

But this impulse was so indifferent, as if even the instinct to break free from insecurity had dissipated into this dark descent.

Lin An felt a sense of helplessness.

He was acutely aware of the delicate changes in his heart, and instantly switched to a ‘pursuit of excitement’ mindset, because he knew that this feeling of disorientation and suffocation must be especially suited for seeking excitement.

But it was not successful.

The ‘Little Blanket Over, Nobody to Love’ witchcraft indeed had the effect of suppressing various emotions.

No!

That’s wrong!

Lin An clearly felt the changes in his own emotions, a hair-raising sensation growing in his heart, which then triggered an indescribable fear deep inside.

It suppressed those emotions that had been warped by spiritual energy.

The function of this witchcraft was far more than Lin An had imagined.

“It’s about time,” Chen Xinmi’s voice came through the quilt, calling him out from inside.

“When you cover yourself with the quilt, it doesn’t take effect—only when you’ve completely shrunk inside, in the eyes of others, does the quilt appear to be lying flat on the bed.”

“At this point, whether it’s a wizard’s ability to divine, sense, and so on, or a witch-hunting knight’s Purgatory World, they can’t find you.”

“Unless you can’t help coming out from inside.”

She beckoned Lin An to clean up the traces of the ritual witchcraft, but in fact, there wasn’t much left to clean up—the candles had almost entirely burned down, leaving only a few drips of wax on the floor, and the items scattered around seemed to have been consumed, almost all disappearing.

The dew in the glass had become exceptionally murky, the crystals in the parchment had turned to powder, but the thunderstruck wood he was holding had become somewhat moist, like a stone.

“You can use this piece of wood as a doorknob, or the key to this witchcraft.”

“Only by holding this piece of wood while curling up inside this quilt, will the witchcraft take effect.”

“Here’s a list—when you plan to set up the ‘Coffin-Sealing’ witchcraft somewhere else in the future, you will need to prepare the spellcasting materials yourself.”

She went back to the table, took a paper out from the box that had become a rack, put it next to the key, and also took out a large aromatherapy candle. Then she folded the rack back into a puff box size and placed it in her handbag.

After doing all this, she tucked her handbag under her arm and turned her head to look at Lin An.

“One last thing…”

“Immersed in dark solitude, the eyes cannot see, ears cannot hear, nose cannot smell, tongue tastes nothing, body is void, the mind utterly extinguished…”

“Then behold the self!”

“This is my insight into this witchcraft; if you’re interested, you can jot it down.”

“I suggest you spend more time inside it because the fearful emotions generated by this witchcraft will accelerate the integration with the Spirit World Aura once you leave the quilt. At that time, you can practice the Fear-style Softening Skill taught by Shu Yun and combine it with the Three-legged Wooden Toad I gave you. The effect should be good.”

“It can speed up your transition through the Wizard’s Emotional Fluctuation Period after awakening and enter a suitable state for learning witchcraft more quickly.”

Having said all that, she picked up the aromatherapy candle, gave it a shake, and a small flame sprang up inside the wick. She then looked around the room, placing the candle next to the monitor on the computer desk.

“Now, you can light the letter of introduction that Shu Yun gave you earlier. I’ve handled the guide coming from the Tree Hole Organization and am going to sleep.”

“Hurry it up.”

“Now?” Lin An blinked but did not wait for an answer.

Chen Xinmi suddenly turned into a swirling flame and plunged into the light of the aromatherapy candle, blending in instantly.

The black cat looked on helplessly.

“Meow~”

—Her body is only half there, as you know. Every time she gets hurt, her recovery becomes so difficult and painful.

—She’s enduring pain every moment now; you really need to hurry.

Alright.

She had already helped him so much.

Lin An took the key and list, and then pulled out the letter of introduction that Chen Shu Yun had written for him to recommend to the ‘Mad Warlock’s Hollow’ Organization. (Chapter 24)

After lighting it, he placed it into a stainless steel pan and waited patiently.

The letter of introduction was clearly not as simple as ordinary paper; in the pan, it let out a lot of flames but seemed never to burn away.

Lin An sat quietly on the side, stroking the cat and silently watching.

Everything about wizards was so mysteriously peculiar; he was rather looking forward to seeing where this so-called ‘guide’ would pop up from.

Would he crawl out of the flames? First reaching out a hand and then pulling the rest of himself out?

Or would the flames become a portal and someone walk out from it?

But Lin An’s expression soon became weird.

In the flames, a few flickering characters were visible — “Your application has been delivered, waiting for someone to pick up the guiding task…”

Even the ellipsis was flickering.

After a while, the text began to change — “Code Name ‘Xiao Susu’ has accepted the task and is on the way to your location, please be patient…”

“Ding~”

Suddenly, a sound emerged from the flames, followed by a new line of text appearing below.

— “Xiao Susu’s private message: I hope you weren’t foolish enough to light the introduction letter in a crowded place. Before I arrive, think of a pseudonym for yourself.”

“…”

Lin An and the black cat exchanged glances, their expressions turning odd.

“Meow~”

— These warlocks are clearly bored out of their minds, turning the task of guiding into such a fancy affair.

— How about ‘Miao Miao’?

The black cat blinked expectantly, — “Miao Miao is such a cute name!”

“Miao Miao?” Lin An muttered to himself quietly, then shook his head, “No, that could reveal the matter of my previous transformation into a black cat. Even arousing suspicion would lead to a lot of trouble.”

“Meow~”

— Fine then. What name do you reckon?

Lin An was terrible with names, and he pondered with some distress, “Painter?”

“Meow~”

— She thought it was acceptable. Among the names that the Tree Hole Organization had reported to the Wizard Association, no living wizard had taken this pseudonym. She saw this as an opportunity to see if the Tree Hole Organization had hidden any.

Ah, this…

Does that need to be calculated too?

Just then, the fire on the bronze disk suddenly flared up, turning into a slender fire dragon that stretched out of the window.

The dragon seemed to be a fiery pathway, with a plump figure quickly walking through it, soon stepping into the room.

He wore a goofy panda face mask, curiously surveying everything in the room. He looked at Lin An in disbelief, “Is someone really this foolish to light the introduction letter in their own home?”

Suddenly, a dark gold light surged in the room and vanished in an instant.

Clearly, Chen Xinmi had released some kind of witchcraft in a flash, and Lin An saw the glow of a dark gold statue.

It was at this moment that Lin An realized that the magic Chen Xinmi used to transform into flames seemed to be her innate witchcraft.

If this speculation was correct, it seemed that when a wizard used their innate witchcraft, there would not be the appearance of dark gold statue spirituality on a spiritual level.

This appeared to be a valuable observation.

In just an instant, the fatty seemed to have been frozen in place, not moving at all.

At the same time, Chen Xinmi had already appeared behind the plump figure, “Use your phone to find a random guy’s photo online, someone with a similar build to yours.”

Lin An blinked, quickly grabbed his phone and stealthily brought up the photo of the young man dressed in black that the small boss had prepared.

“Let’s go with this one.” He held up the phone for Chen Xinmi to see.

Chen Xinmi nodded, and with her long fingers painted with black nail polish, which were holding a cigarette, she gestured in the air between the fatty and Lin An.

Whoosh~

Countless sparks floated about, different from the ones that had exploded in Professor Cao’s house before, these sparks looked finer and lighter.

Floating and drifting, they enveloped the entire room.

“All done, the rest is up to you. To him, you’ll look just like this. When he asks you for some information later, just make up a few things at random, he’ll believe it to be true,” she said.

With that, Chen Xinmi looked disdainfully at the fatty, “To think such a weak wizard is acting as a guide. Had I known, I wouldn’t have bothered hiding.”

The flames rose and dissipated in an instant, and her figure vanished immediately.

“Hey, foolish newbie, what’s your name?” The fat man, seemingly unaware that he had been immobilized for a while, pulled out a form and a pen from his pocket.

Lin An hurriedly diverted his gaze and looked at him with a smile, beginning to relay the information prepared by the small boss.

“And the pseudonym? Have you thought of one?”

“I nearly died of frustration the last time I took this task. That newbie took half an hour to come up with a pseudonym.”

“Yes, I’ve thought of one, Painter.”

“Painter?” The fatty sized Lin An up and down, then sneered and jotted it down on the paper.

“That’s fine, at least it’s not some embarrassing or strange pseudonym that’s hard to call out.”

And so, the black cat also vanished.

Lin An noticed that, as the black cat disappeared, the scented candle on the computer desk also flickered for a moment, extinguished by the breeze from outside the window.

“Where do you live? I’m too lazy to go outside to check. I’ll tell you, I have witchcraft that can detect lies. If you make up stories, ‘Susu’, I will get angry,” the fat man warned.

You this…

Can a name really take advantage of someone else?

Lin An’s face bore a smile as he cheerfully responded.