I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 281 - 240 Officially Becomes a Witch-hunting Knight

Chapter 281: 240 Officially Becomes a Witch-hunting Knight (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 281: 240 Officially Becomes a Witch-hunting Knight (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Doctor Zhang clearly had enough understanding of Lin An, as all became clear to him once he sorted out those details for Lin An.

Given that, just do it.

First was the ‘Tanning Skill’, a tangerine glow spread out from the furnace in Lin An’s chest, emerging from the palm, and then climbing up along the outer side of his arm.

Sss~~~

It was like the sound of flesh branding; in an instant, Mr. Liu merged with the giant on the ground who was nearly turned into mincemeat.

Sss~~~

The chains tensed, and the spiritual presence of the giant banyan in the sky was pulled down, gradually getting absorbed.

All complex cognition was reduced to the most instinctive operation; Lin An’s eyes became empty as he allowed his Spirit Intuition to control the tannery craftsmanship.

The sounds of bubbling and bursting arose as countless roots exploded, falling from the sky, turning into fragments that integrated into the sands and stones of the Purgatory World.

Gradually, all that was left in Lin An’s hands was a lump of ash-blue glow.

It turned out that the most essential spirit foundation of Mr. Liu was the ash-blue fur of a wolf that once belonged to Liu.

The glow flickered, occasionally surged by the brown light of the giant banyan.

That was the Witchcraft Spirituality linked and penetrated by the ‘Heart-to-Heart Sorcery’, branching off and turning into a brown stick floating beside the ash-blue glow.

Lin An suddenly looked up, able to see how this ash-blue glow extended all over the world, spreading into every corner.

These were Mr. Liu’s avatars.

How numerous they were was anyone’s guess.

Lin An could even see one of these connections extending not far away, linking to a figure struggling to get up inside a van.

Good grief, was Zheng Miao actually turned into one of Mr. Liu’s avatars by him?

“Focus!” Doctor Zhang shouted angrily from the side, nearly startling Lin An.

Lin An pursed his lips, paying no more heed to this and after a moment’s thought, he slowly raised his hand, muttering, “Next, comes the Skinning Knife Skill.”

Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Edges surged as all connections of the heart and mind to Mr. Liu were severed.

With each severance between Mr. Liu and his avatars, a sting pierced Lin An’s heart, and his chest was filled with a tumult of resistant emotions.

This was not Mr. Liu’s counterattack.

It was the emotion of ‘ambition’ brought by ‘hesitation’ within his own soul that was resisting.

Because he knew, as long as he maintained the connection between Mr. Liu and these avatars, by the time he made Mr. Liu into a Sorcerer Zombie armor and absorbed him into the Furnace, he might possess the ability to control the lives of thousands of powerful avatars.

In this way, he wouldn’t even need to do anything to have immense power.

Wasn’t this his former ambition?

To emulate Mr. Liu, to become Mr. Liu, to take over everything that was Mr. Liu’s.

But when he asked himself deep in his heart, was this really what he wanted?

No, it was not!

So be it then, he had no desire to become a slave to emotions!

As he severed everything, the stick of Witchcraft Spirituality formed by the ‘Heart-to-Heart Sorcery’ fell and was casually stuffed into a coffin beside him to suppress.

Whether to master the ‘Heart-to-Heart Sorcery’ through this Witchcraft Spirituality, he would leave that for later. Now, he needed to concentrate on everything at hand.

Next came the third step in armor making, ‘Molding with Strikes’, which was not much of a challenge.

Furnace Aura flowed from the palm—this secondary gateway—and mixed with the materials of the Sorcerer Zombie, gradually shaping the substance before him into a set of armor.

Lin An tore off the Sorcerer Zombie armor he had made before and donned the Sorcerer Zombie armor created from Mr. Liu’s spirituality, striking it repeatedly.

The final steps were fitting the armor and consuming the armor.

It was also a process of bargaining between his own spirit and that of Mr. Liu, a process that he had already undergone in the Mind Space.

Everything was so natural.

Lin An could feel a force spreading from the antlers on his head and another rising from his Furnace, entwining with the power of the Sorcerer Zombie armor and being absorbed into the antlers.

Little by little, gradually, the Sorcerer Zombie armor on his body was whittled away.

Everything in the Supernatural World happened too fast!

So fast that it was overwhelming.

Is Mr. Liu dead just like that?

Lin An even felt a bizarre sense of disconnection; Mr. Liu, such a powerful Wizard, died without any pomp or splendor, not impressively at all.

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There he was, like an old man at the end of his tether, lying there, chest flayed open by Lin An, with his heart pinned down.

Lin An pursed his lips and let out a deep sigh.

He knew.

He could feel Mr. Liu’s Wizard’s will being gradually destroyed by the Furnace, turned into nourishment for the antlers, building a fortress to shelter his own soul.

It was over!

All the fear and threat brought by Mr. Liu came to an end just like that!

Lin An felt the armor on his body being piece by piece peeled away and absorbed into the Furnace for refinement. His antlers seemed to become more solidified, while the lingering presence of Professor Cao that remained here was also refined, becoming part of the cleaning rags and sharpening stones.

It was difficult for him to accurately control and select only the parts he needed using the core of the ‘Breathing Skill Furnace’ that was his antlers; everything he touched was absorbed without discrimination.

This was actually quite a sad thing.

Lin An could feel the presence of Mr. Liu, Doctor Zhang, and Professor Cao in the antlers.

These three men were precisely the mentors who had earnestly taught him.

“Tsk~” Doctor Zhang clicked his tongue on the side. “No wonder people say wizards are an injustice existence. An, the way you refine the core of your ‘Breathing Skill Furnace’ is too evil. It’s like a curse where those who help shape you have to pay a price.”

Is that so?

Lin An did not know.

He looked up, feeling the huge and fierce antlers above his head, from within which a terrifying aura surged, interacting with the Furnace inside his chest.

He could feel a part of himself being drawn into the antlers, which was his spirituality.

According to Professor Cao, in theory, the forging of the Wizard’s Crucible meant that he could freely learn any witchcraft, and although the difficulty in learning would increase, witchcraft could no longer affect him.

Because his spirituality had entered the antlers to be disciplined, it could stir no waves.

At the same time, in the Furnace within his chest, a black cat curled up there, enduring the boiling turmoil of emotions transmitted from the antlers, and the bursting emotions from within his spirit, serving as a bridge of communication between the mind and the spirituality.

“Congratulations!” With a complex expression, Doctor Zhang patted Lin An’s shoulder. “From today on, you’re part of the Antlers. Congratulations on officially becoming a Witch-hunting Knight!”

This was the shared dream of three generations of the Antlers—turning wizards into Witch-hunting Knights.

Lin An was the first.

But he was definitely not the last.

The dream of the Antlers was to transform all the wizards in the world into Knights with regulated powers, to break free entirely from the dreadful fate of becoming Sorcerer Zombies, lunatics stimulated by the Spirit World Aura, or ones who only knew slaughter.

“How do you feel?”

Doctor Zhang looked curiously towards Lin An.

Lin An looked at his hands, his expression odd, and slowly retracted the antlers on top of his head. “I feel like I’ve changed, yet like nothing has changed.”

“Hahaha…” Doctor Zhang laughed.

“Exactly, exactly,” he said with a sense of realization. “I was the same back in my day. After cultivating my own Antler Furnace Core, I felt like, eh, nothing really changed!”

He clapped his hands together. “At that time, I thought, did I cultivate in vain?”

Lin An didn’t feel that way. He felt like an old van that had its engine swapped for that of a supercar. Although it still performed the same overall, it now held endless possibilities.

“Using the terminology from your game development industry, this is called a job change,” said Doctor Zhang as he raised an eyebrow. “Of course, you can’t feel any change from a job change; you need to learn new skills to match your new profession.”

He looked at Lin An excitedly, rubbing his hands together. “Your master told me you like the Whip Skill, and you’ve learned a bit from Zhuang. Care to give it a try?”

Lin An hesitated for a moment. “Should I try?”

“Of course!”

Alright then, Lin An tapped his temple, and a pair of gold-framed glasses appeared on his face, quickly connecting to his private storage at the Antler Headquarters.

He took out a whip that Professor Cao had made for him. The moment he gripped it, he suddenly felt a difference.

He raised his eyebrows, his fingertips gently caressing the whip.

Suddenly, he brandished the whip and swung it forward.

The whip spun in mid-air, rolling forward with momentum, until finally the tip of the whip cracked out.

Crack!

A loud sound echoed, and a spiderweb-like shadow suddenly appeared in front of the rope.

But Lin An knew that it wasn’t any spiderweb. It was the ‘Skinning Knife Skill,’ traces of the ‘Skinning Knife Skill’ slicing through the air.

“Wow~” Doctor Zhang’s eyes lit up, giving a thumbs-up. “Impressive, you’ve got the essence of it now!”

Lin An stood there, feeling everything, and felt that the moment he swung the whip, his understanding of it all had to change.

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the depths of the Purgatory World.

It was Lu Dexian.

He clapped his hands while looking at Lin An with an intense gaze, laughing heartily in a way Lin An had never heard before.

“Well done!”

He came to a stop some distance from the group, staring deeply at Lin An, then glanced at the statue-like figure of Professor Cao coated in dark gold, licking his lips. “Excellent!”

Doctor Zhang turned his head in disbelief, hesitating for a while before asking with a somewhat hoarse voice, “Lu… Mr. Lu?”

Yes, he was Lu Tingyu!

Lin An saw it!

In his Eye of Spirituality, a giant deer head took up space just above the suit collar of the boss. It appeared to be made of bronze or ink jade.

Next to the deer head was a husky, its expression one of terror, stretching out two paws to desperately claw at the deer head, whining, “Get out of my body, get out!!!”

“Long time no see, Zhang Baishu.”

Lu Dexian watched Doctor Zhang with a smile, shaking his head. “You’re just the same as before, not a bit of progress.”

Doctor Zhang’s eyes narrowed, his look turning stern. “If you were dead, you should have stayed dead, honorably respected. Your being alive only makes me want to kill you!”

“Really now…” Lu Dexian laughed heartily.