I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 211 - 187 Im Still the Young Man from Before (Vote for

Chapter 211: 187 I’m Still the Young Man from Before (Vote for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 211: 187 I’m Still the Young Man from Before (Vote for Monthly Pass)

Shenhou City suddenly fell into a uniquely serene atmosphere.

With Mr. Cao and Mr. Zhang boarding the plane to the headquarters of the Southern Alliance, the once bustling Supernatural World unexpectedly quieted down.

Lin An found it hard not to associate this with someone notifying the wizards that now was Lu Jiao’s most sensitive time, and that making trouble could lead to a deadly end.

The Rabbit-Eyed Demon Hunter Feng Xin seemed to have disappeared along with it.

In fact, Mr. Zhang had analyzed at a meeting that night after returning that Feng Xin stirring up one incident after another appeared to be a strategy to covertly shift his subordinates into the background.

The people of Lu Jiao weren’t really bothered by this.

Whether Feng Xin’s target was the so-called still-alive ‘Eyeball Witch Demon’ Kapok or the Black Cat Wizard who had outplayed her on the battlefield several times, these vested interests didn’t fundamentally conflict with Lu Jiao’s.

And just like that, nothing happened suddenly in the entirety of Shenhou City.

Although this had always been the norm for the Supernatural World of Shenhou City.

The chives need time to grow, the experimental subjects need time to undergo changes, and the calculated events are waiting for the opportune moment, the turning point to occur…

Whether it’s the wild beasts struggling for survival in the chive garden or the old farmers watching with a cold eye, they all seem to have a lot of patience.

In this game, Lin An and Mr. Liu played similar roles, neither content to wait for death like wild beasts, each thinking of donning human skin to become part of the farmers, or even to take over the entire chive garden.

In theory, Mr. Liu should be Lin An’s most suitable faction.

But sometimes destiny is so intriguing, disrupting the rhythm, making everyone’s future so unpredictable.

“Mr. Cao and the others have gotten off the plane,” he said.

The young boss, having heard that the principles of gaming strategy are all found in Chinese chess, fervently bought a set and dragged Lin An into playing with him.

Mid-game, he received a call and then spoke thoughtfully.

Lin An nodded, “Planes are very fast.”

The young boss shook his head and pointed at the ‘soldiers’ on the chessboard, “This is the situation right now. You see these soldiers, they are Mr. Liu’s avatars.”

He pushed the ‘general’ off the board, “The old general hides in the shadows, letting the small soldiers cross the river, probing the reality.”

Lin An blinked, “Quite apt.”

The young boss chuckled, “Don’t be fooled by Mr. Cao and Mr. Zhang’s disdain for Mr. Liu, they are actually very cautious.”

With that, he moved over to the black pieces, taking the ‘chariot’ and ‘cannon’ off the board, “Unclear, impalpable, so the chariot and cannon temporarily leave the scene.”

“Leaving the remaining people to play on the board.”

“But…”

The young boss picked the ‘general’ back up and put it on the board, “When the enemy’s great general enters the fray, the chariot is ready to instantly cut in at any moment, and the cannon is ready to strike.”

Lin An narrowed his eyes and frowned, “Why is there nothing about the Wizard Association and the Witches’ Assembly? Didn’t notice? Or does no one care?”

The young boss spread his hands, “Before, the Antler Witch Hunter Knights couldn’t handle the Ghost-Face Wizard, but now that Mr. Zhang and Mr. Cao are back, they’ll definitely want to solve this problem. So, I guess they might even want to use Mr. Liu as bait to draw out the Ghost-Face.”

“So they’re temporarily out of the picture, and the Ghost-Face Wizard will think there’s an opportunity and jump out again.”

The young boss raised his eyebrows, “Planes are indeed fast.”

Yes, taking a plane is fast, but a motorcycle loaded with a plane’s turbojet engine? That’s even more roaringly impressive, speed is off the charts.

Lin An still remembered the sight of Mr. Cao riding a massive motorcycle with one hand and brandishing an equally massive machete with the other, an image of pure swagger.

But…

He always felt that both Dark Witch Mr. Liu and the Antler Witch Hunter Knights seemed to underestimate the potential destructive power of the Chen Sisters.

Especially the leader of the Witches’ Assembly, Chen Shuyun.

She was a witch temporarily sealed, who could at any moment possess the greatest combat power in Shenhou City.

Lin An knew all too well that Chen Shuyun’s spiritual white python was constantly influencing her subconscious.

Driving her towards self-destruction, making her increasingly weak and reckless, so as to completely surrender her body to it and to complete the final step from wizard to Sorcerer Zombie.

With the situation ever-changing, he had no idea what would happen next.

Lin An pondered for a moment, “The sort of base coloring drawing I formulated has been completed in five canvases, and the original artists have already started to create characters and buildings based on these base drawings. Plus, another three are already being perfected by the special project team’s artists, and the results will soon be available.”

As expected, the few simple Spiritual Portraits, aside from the ‘Kapok Portrait’, ‘Grey Blue Fur Portrait’, and ‘Ink Jade Copper Portrait’, did not produce the effect of a canvas deep within his being.

These portraits did not require Lin An to mobilize a great deal of spirituality to delineate, inherently lacking something on the spiritual level.

But they were sufficient for the development of the game.

Which means the game could almost officially commence, entering the formal development cycle.

Lin An, leveraging the resources of the young boss to create his own ‘Spiritual Portraits’, naturally hoped to be more than just a parasite, taking people’s money and resources, everything should be done well.

Now that all was done, he could finally settle down and focus on addressing his own lack of strength.

“This is great!” The young boss’s eyes twinkled as he rubbed his hands together, “Next, we’re going to make a big splash!”

The situation was changing, and so was Lin An, but the young boss seemed to still be the same.

He had a firm belief and he was even more eager to make his mark in the business world.

“Lin An…”

The young boss fell silent for a while, hesitant, but eventually, he asked with hope, “You know about Goblin Castle, right?”

Of course.

Lin An nodded, “An internationally renowned game company, even those not in the industry have heard of it.”

“My aunt works as an executive there…” the young boss narrated slowly, carefully watching Lin An’s expression.

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Lin An was stunned, “Your aunt?”

“Is it strange?” the young boss blinked, “This is information available online.”

Oh~

It seemed to be true indeed.

Lin An remembered, there were gossip posts on the internet, saying that Lu Tingyu, the gaming magnate, was able to rise up because his little aunt connected him with ‘Goblin Castle’ overseas, getting him many resources.

From this stemmed two particularly hot topics.

One was the gossip about Lu Tingyu and his aunt.

The other was whether the domestic games had no hope, questioning if Lu Tingyu was successful only because of foreign resources.

Whether the first was true, Lin An wasn’t sure.

As for the second, Lin An did know. Those who left the Antler Gaming Company, from operators to original artists, each was a big shot. With such a team and a strong leader, achieving success was indeed very normal.

But those outside the industry didn’t care about this. They didn’t even want to know the truth nor cared about stances—they just enjoyed the pleasure of the mutual jibes.

Now, the young boss was obviously planning to reconnect with that line.

“I’m planning to go on a learning journey, you know, without seeing some things for myself, I’d have to take a lot of detours.”

“I was thinking…”

“Could you perhaps join me on this trip? It will probably take at least a month.”

Lin An fell silent.

He didn’t know why he was silent, perhaps he didn’t want to go to a foreign land where he knew no one? Or was it because the ‘ambition’ in his heart was burning fiercely, and he had finally managed to establish a Witch Organization?

Perhaps…

The weight of the Supernatural World in his heart had unknowingly surpassed that of the ordinary world?

“When?”

The young boss pursed his lips, “I’m not sure, there’s so much to do once a game officially starts development, you know, we have to wait until everything is on track.”

Seeing Lin An about to speak, he quickly interrupted, as if afraid to hear something he didn’t want to hear, “I’m just saying in advance, haha, no rush, we can talk about it when the time comes.”

Lin An had never thought that the ‘hesitation’ and ‘ambition’ conflicting in his soul could also have a non-opposing side.

As his ambition raged on, the ambition to plant his feet firmly in the Supernatural World and start a new phase in life, began to make him genuinely resist everything in the ordinary world.

And this resistance was contrary to his long-standing aspirations.

So, the ‘hesitation’ blazed up like wildfire.

Lin An exhaled lightly, looked up at the young boss, and smiled slightly, “What’s there to consider? I’m the producer of this game. If there’s such an opportunity, of course, I’m willing to learn!”

“Ha~” The young boss laughed excitedly, “Really?”

Lin An shrugged, “You pay me a salary, after all.”

“Hahaha, right, I hadn’t thought of that!” The young boss excitedly waved his fist and began to describe to Lin An the impressive aspects of that ‘Goblin Castle’ game development company.

He also talked about what they, as a ‘game producer duo,’ should learn when visiting the company.

Lin An listened with a beaming smile, yet he knew that the brief exchange just now had already led him to make a choice.

—The desire for emotional power in the heart is more important than the ability to generate witchcraft.

—His own responsibilities, his eagerness to achieve success as a social being, are also more important than the Supernatural World.

Neither was better, it was just a choice made.

That was all.

Lin An had indeed hesitated and wavered, but in the end, he remained the same person as before.

And not someone driven by the emotions within.