I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 167 - 167 159 I almost couldnt keep it together (4 more

?Chapter 167: 159 I almost couldn’t keep it together! (4 more chapters for monthly pass) Chapter 167: 159 I almost couldn’t keep it together! (4 more chapters for monthly pass) Lin An ignored the mockery of the mad witch.

He was simply staring at his own hands, feeling the rhythm that his fingers danced to—the rhythm inexplicably carried the aura of witchcraft’s spiritual energy and seemed to resemble the aura of the Witch-hunting Knight’s Breathing Skill Furnace.

Chen Xinmi suddenly turned her head, looking at Lin An with confusion, “What are you doing?”

Lin An didn’t speak.

But his hands were gradually becoming luminous.

Lines like veins emerged on his pale hands, pulsating with a red light, not the red of blood vessels, but the orange-red of molten steel.

In the dark laboratory, they were dazzling.

Lin An’s head, hanging lifelessly in the bathtub, gently turned to face Chen Xinmi, “The song you hummed while casting the spell just now, could you hum it again? I feel I didn’t hear it clearly.”

Chen Xinmi was astonished, “That wasn’t a song, it was an incantation from abroad. I couldn’t be bothered to learn the pronunciation of what could even be a distorted version of Hispanian, so I just hummed along with the tune, close enough is good enough at my level.”

Lin An nodded, “Thanks for the explanation, but could you hum it once more?”

“Do you really want to learn this witchcraft?” Chen Xinmi looked at Lin An with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “Alright, I can recite the incantation three times for you, but it requires a trade-off—the early wizard learning materials on the Breathing Skill that I just promised you will then be off the table.”

“Hmm,” Lin An’s voice was getting raspier, “Those materials are important to me, but this is even more crucial right now. Deal, sing it three times for me.”

“!!!”

Chen Xinmi sneered, “I was fooling you. Come out and look at the materials. You think I’m going to sing for you? Ha!”

As she said this, she elegantly turned around, ready to walk outside.

“Once!”

Lin An’s voice grew even hoarser; he seemed to be immersed in a certain state, with copious cold sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.

Tanning Skill…

Punitive Witchcraft, the rhythm of incantations, operations during the ritual magic process…

There seemed to be a unique connection, and Lin An felt he was just a hair’s breadth away, just a little bit more.

The humming tune he had noted down before was still just a bit off.

After who knows how long, Chen Xinmi finally hummed it, her voice ethereal and eerie, echoing in the gloomy room.

Lin An finally came to his senses.

The voice! Each tone of Chen Xinmi seemed to carry a different manipulation of spiritual energy.

So this was it, just this little bit was missing.

Chen Xinmi seemed to be humming casually, but each tone carried a complex manipulation of spiritual energy, which was key to the formation of ritual magic.

It was somewhat similar to painting—capturing the essence rather than the form.

Lin An let himself be immersed in the humming tune, feeling its rhythm, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The orange-red glow on his hands that resembled veins suddenly extinguished, but not completely—instead, it dimmed, leaving only a faint layer of orange-red spots.

Then, under Chen Xinmi’s incredulous gaze, he thrust his hands fiercely into his own chest.

Carrying a burst of orange-red light, they plunged straight into his chest.

Boom~

The surrounding scented candles abruptly began burning fiercely, with each flame leaping up an entire half meter.

Waves of flame spread along the burn marks of the materials smeared on the ground, and the dark laboratory was once again lit with the blaze of ritual magic.

Flickering and dappled light and shadows, fragrances permeated, layer upon layer—although there was no prior smoke, the scene already had the sense of a ritual magic process unfolding.

“!!!”

This!

Chen Xinmi’s eyes widened at the spectacle, “Is this what they call a natural-born gamer? To grasp ritual magic after just one experience?”

She hesitated for a moment but continued mouthing the incantation.

She was curious to see what this show-off was going to do.

The skill in Lin An’s hands that felt like a mix of witchcraft and Furnace Aura, was clearly what he had referred to as ‘Soul Balancer’, but how did it relate to the ritual magic of creating a spatial artifact?

Heh~

It was indeed related.

The Tanning Skill was itself an essential step used by the Witch-hunting Knights in forging Armor with the Furnace, and it was Professor Cao who had translated the Knight’s skill from the perspective of ‘wizard’s casting methods’.

Mr. Cao was brilliant; this method really did work!

As the ritual magic was activated once more, Lin An’s hands stretched out from the candlelight and firelight, looking exceedingly strange.

His arm swung, his fingers fluttered, tampering with it according to the technique previously used by Chen Xinmi.

“Ahh~~~”

Lin An suddenly let out a piercing scream.

This time, the sensation of ‘torment’ was even more severe, the flow of Spiritual Energy stimulated every tiny emotion inside his heart, making him wish he could tear open his chest to stuff something into his soul, to fill the emptiness inside his heart.

His technique was cruder than Chen Xinmi’s. After all, Lin An didn’t understand many things and had to force some details.

But the effect was truly remarkable.

Powerful!

Utterly powerful!

Even as he howled, he started to hum in the same tune as Chen Xinmi, a lamentation that sounded like a song, learned from the hideous head.

Chen Xinmi, you’re singing off-key!

I can tell!

You damn promised me, and yet you spaced out at the crucial moment!

As a powerful wizard big-shot, your professional integrity is really disappointing.

But no matter, I’ll do it myself!

Lin An’s howling grew louder, his face contorted, but the tune of his wailing matched the chant-like tune of Chen Xinmi, even more flavorful.

The pain from his body made his voice increasingly hoarse, but it was also filled with an emotional release in his howls, giving his voice a very unique, harmonious high-pitched buzz.

Spiritual Energy surged, and flickers of flame light were everywhere.

Bang~

Suddenly, a gentle sound of ignition.

The scented candle burst into flames, puffing out a mushroom cloud of mist. The traces of paste flickered with sparkling and popping dots of light before finally dissipating. The bathtub bubbled vigorously, with multicolored mists spurting out.

After a while.

All was silent once again.

Lin An abruptly reached to the edge of the bathtub and, like a Spirit Cat, flipped out, landing heavily on the floor with weak legs, struggling to stand up before giving up and lying down, “Damn it, damn it, it’s too painful, I almost couldn’t hold on!”

Chen Xinmi looked at him with a strange expression.

Your performance more resembles someone who jumped into the water and came right back out.

Do all show-offs have such endurance?

She gracefully walked back, looking down at Lin An lying on the ground, gasping, wailing, and even convulsing, her lips twitching slightly.

This behavior seemed normal; obviously, he hadn’t been driven mad by the ritual magic.

Tsk tsk tsk~

She suddenly realized something and turned to look at the bathtub, where all the casting materials had been used up, leaving only clean water.

Even in the dim room without light, she could clearly see, “What about that personal space artifact? Did you mess it up?”

“Just to clarify, I already made it for you, if you lost it that’s on you.”

“Ha~”

Lin An laughed, a laugh full of pride, a brilliant smile, as he struggled to lift his right hand forcefully.

That hand seemed somewhat pale, the fingers trembling slightly.

Instantly, an ancient wooden ring appeared on his raised middle finger.

A wood en wolf head as the ring’s face, the Banyan Tree Aerial Roots forming the band.

Chen Xinmi planned to take a closer look, but the ring disappeared again, and Lin An’s arm fell limp. He lay like a dead fish, gasping for air.

“It feels so bad, the sensation of that ritual magic is really unpleasant!”

Heh~

Is this when you start to feel the pain?

Chen Xinmi’s gaze lingered on Lin An, sensing the emotional turbulence within him stirring the Spiritual Energy.

It definitely had the scent of Punitive Witchcraft. At this moment, he was experiencing the excruciating pain of Punitive Witchcraft, vivid and lingering.

But his wailings became even more vigorous.

Honestly, having come this far, now as the head of the Wizard Association, she had seen all kinds of people.

Heh, but she had never seen the likes of this one before!