I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 166 - 166 158 Little Weakling

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A puff of smoke billowed out from Chen Xinmi’s dark red lips, rolling in midair, growing larger and larger, quickly enshrouding the entire laboratory.

At the same time, the water in the bathtub began to boil.

“Mmm~”

Lin An let out a muffled groan, feeling as though countless hands were stretching out from the candlelight and flames, pulling him into a flat pancake.

The hands all looked so slender and fair, their nails covered in black nail polish.

They were unmistakably Chen Xinmi’s hands.

Witchcraft is merely a seed; after studying witchcraft, the effects vary from person to person due to individual differences in the soul.

Lin An was acutely aware of this, and even in his discomfort, he maintained the use of ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes’ to observe every detail of the ritual magic’s process.

And he manipulated his spiritual energy to assist his memory.

Needless to say, using medicated smoke to complete a ritual magic was clearly Chen Xinmi’s unique technique, something that certainly wouldn’t be found in the book she had provided.

He noted it down as a reference for the future!

Chen Xinmi began to walk amidst the flames while holding her cigarette, her high heels clicking ‘dong dong dong’ against the tile floor, sending chills down one’s spine in this dark and eerie room.

She hummed a strange tune, with a fluctuating rhythm, without a single word, which vaguely reminded people of the tune sung by the Ugly Head.

Like an elegantly tipsy lady holding a cigarette, with a hazy gaze, she hummed and swayed among the scented candles.

Lin An wasn’t feeling well.

Witchcraft, indeed, was something that acted upon the soul.

His guess had been right all along.

During the not too long or too short time Lin An had spent in the Supernatural World, perhaps due to his genuine talent, he had developed some of his own insights.

He had summarized two rules for the wizard’s path of cultivation for himself. Although he was unsure if they were correct, they seemed to be reaffirmed time and again through contact and practice.

First, experience emotions before studying the corresponding witchcraft, so as to process those emotions. If you study witchcraft first, the emotions it generates—unsuitable for your current state of mind—will warp your soul.

Second, the development of emotional states should follow the path of ’emotion—desire—vow—action,’ in order to completely accomplish a normal course of wizardry training and emotional processing.

He had learned from the hardships and insights during the time when he had mastered ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery.

It seemed that these two summaries were not wrong.

There was a miraculous force in the dark leading everything.

Maybe it was the soul, maybe it was Destiny.

Jumping between the ranks of witches and the Witch Hunter Knights, Lin An longed for a means to save his own life, and thus, all his methods afterward evolved in that direction.

Whether it was ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes,’ ‘Oil Painting Vision,’ ‘Black Cat Transformation,’ ‘Zou Yu Transformation,’ and so on.

Not a single witchcraft was geared towards ‘enhancing offensive power.’

And it wasn’t just witchcraft.

Under such circumstances, when Lin An learned the Thirteen Roping Skills, he did not experience the extremely rapid learning speed he had shown with other skills previously.

Even now, his progress was still stuck at the stage of mastering the ‘snap’ technique.

And now, he dared to confidently approach this ‘personal space item creation ritual magic,’ precisely because this was the ability he desired.

He believed that if the rules he had summarized were correct,

Any mental distortions induced by this witchcraft would quickly be processed without affecting his soul and mind.

He ventured bold assumptions and bold practice, but fundamentally, it was all based on extreme caution while navigating this perilous path.

As Lin An felt the impacts of the ritual magic twisting his soul and the unbearable emotions of ’emptiness,’ ‘tastelessness,’ and ‘weariness of life’ swirling within him, his heart continuously grew the inexplicable discomfort of ‘life is so boring, might as well give up.’

This discomfort, however, was not strong enough to reach a ‘self-destructive’ mental state, so the torment became even more intense.

Yes, it was the feeling of ‘torment,’ roiling in his thoughts, yet Lin An’s face revealed an inexplicable smile.

He had guessed right!

The boiling emotions couldn’t affect him!

It was as though, after enduring such “Punitive Witchcraft,” he remained himself, and he wouldn’t become disabled because of it—this was the difference.

The influence of temporary torture, compared to irreversibly twisted changes that bring permanent damage, was an entirely different matter.

He silently endured, and as his soul suffered, the smile on his face grew even more brilliant.

Open your heart~

Fully feel this pain~

Lin An told himself that he instinctively believed if he did this, the effects of the space item would definitely be the best, and the impact of witchcraft on him would be the least.

He even began to meticulously savor each moment of discomfort.

“Oh~”

Lin An took a deep breath and slowly lay down in the bathtub, placing his hands on either side and tilting his head back against the rim while squinting his eyes.

He could clearly feel countless ‘Chen Xinmi’s hands’ playing upon him and the wooden wolf head as she hummed, like numerous sharp and nimble surgical scalpels.

This sensation…

Huh?

Lin An blinked.

This thing seemed a bit like ‘Tanning Skill’, didn’t it?

Similar, but not quite the same.

First of all, it didn’t possess the intricacy of ‘Tanning Skill’ when it came to transformation and spiritual confrontation.

Secondly, ‘Tanning Skill’ didn’t have this kind of rhythmical cadence that made all the changes feel so rhythmic.

Lin An’s mouth began to silently follow the tune that Chen Xinmi was humming, sinking deeper into that sensation, with the smile on his face growing more radiant.

He…

Seemed to have realized something interesting?

Chen Xinmi stopped using witchcraft after who knows how long and walked up to the bathtub, looking at Lin An with Miao Miao, both smiling yet not smiling.

“You actually seem quite enjoying it, are you a masochist?”

Lin An lifted his eyelids weakly and glanced at her, “You’re the masochist!”

He gently lifted his arms and noticed that his hands were pale as if they were bloodless, which was a reflection of the pain he endured during the ritual magic.

Wiggling his fingertips, he yearned to find the rhythm of the tune that Chen Xinmi had just hummed.

“It’s done.”

Chen Xinmi looked down at Lin An, who seemed a bit neurotic, “You’re weaker than I’d thought. The effect the ritual magic had on you was so great, maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to jump in just now.”

The kid must have gone crazy!

That’s right, witchcraft being so weird and dangerous; who could escape it, and who really could enjoy this kind of Punitive Witchcraft? Maybe only a madman could.

The crazier a witch got, the closer he was to being completely eroded by the Spirit World Aura, the closer he was to becoming a Sorcerer Zombie.

Even though Chen Xinmi wasn’t concerned about Lin An’s condition, she didn’t want to witness such a scene.

Every step for the community of witches was too arduous.

She shook her head and sighed softly, pointing at the wolf head in the bathtub about the size of a fist and resembling a wooden sculpture, reminding him again, “It’s ready.”

The base of the wooden wolf head was covered in Banyan Tree aerial roots, coiling into a bundle, and vaguely one could see a hollow.

As expected, it was just as she had surmised; the headquarters of the Mad Male Witch’s Tree Hole Organization was a space constructed by ‘Kapok’ through his witchcraft.

“Wait a moment…”

Lin An’s voice was a bit hoarse, and speaking made him feel the pain in his throat, both sweet and metallic yet parchingly sore.

His spirit withstood the agony of the ritual magic, but his body still showed every detail of being tortured.

Chen Xinmi nodded, took a drag of her medicinal smoke, her narrow phoenix eyes gazing at him for a moment, “Little weakling~”

With a smile at the corner of her mouth about to turn and leave, she said, “Rest for a while, I’ll wait for you in the office outside.”