I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 42 - 0 The voice of roaring fury in my heart

Chapter 42: 042 The voice of roaring fury in my heart

Chapter 42: 042 The voice of roaring fury in my heart

Witchcraft is so terrifying, it even has impressive abilities like time stopping?

Lin An was astonished.

But as impressive as witchcraft is, the condition of Witch Chen Shuyun felt very strange to him, particularly eerie.

This person…

Seemed to have lost her wits?

According to Chen Shuyun, she had rushed out of the yoga studio to find her sister, then, knowing there was a man in the room, she quickly wrapped herself shyly in the big shirt. This was clearly the shy behavior of a young girl.

But as she began to wield witchcraft, that hand came down as if she were no longer shy at that moment.

No!

It wasn’t a matter of not being shy, the roiling violence, pain, and struggle in her eyes were so discordant.

Was her current state similar to that of the Dark Gold Statue?

Lin An’s vision was fixed on the entire floor, clearly observing every detail and acutely noticing every change.

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Is the ability of a wizard to cast spells done through this Dark Gold Statue?

And, during the casting, does the body switch control to the Dark Gold Statue?

Lin An looked doubtfully at Chen Shuyun as she walked straight forward, stumbled against him, steadied herself against the wall, and continued to walk inside, murmuring about her sister all the while.

She seemed to be observing her room, first opening the doors to the toilet and kitchen at the entrance, then walking into the large room and looking left and right.

This behavior was different from that of the Dark Gold Statue.

It was more like the behavior of a ‘human’.

The room was clearly in view, she obviously could not see her sister.

There was no one on the balcony, no one under the table, and then she turned her gaze toward the wardrobe next to the bed.

She nervously opened the wardrobe, hesitated for a moment, and reached a hand into the gap between the clothes.

“Sister?”

“Sister?”

Murmuring, she stood there a bit sluggishly, eventually turning her gaze toward the bed.

Then, she bent down to look under the bed, found it too dark to see clearly, so she knelt down, thrusting her upper body underneath the bed.

This was a common stretch in yoga, and being proficient, she could easily and flexibly slide under.

Lin An’s ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes’ floating in the room quickly noticed something unusual. As Chen Shuyun’s yoga pants stretched taut with elasticity, the wound on her foot that was bleeding opened further, causing blood to flow more freely.

On that wound, through the sight of a spiritual hallucination, there lingered a trace of a foggy black vapor.

It bore a striking resemblance to the texture of the black vapor trailing behind the Witch-hunting Knights, which coalesced into flames.

This was clearly damage brought by the Witch-hunting Knight.

Lin An couldn’t help but recall the red-armored Witch-hunting Knights in that Red Light World. Chen Shuyun had encountered these people, and to only receive such a minor wound and then retreat completely?

She was even more skilled than her sister?

“Sister?” Chen Shuyun’s sleepwalking-like murmurs echoed under the bed, as she fumbled about in the pitch darkness.

Lin An felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to retract his gaze, but he couldn’t.

So he had no choice but to turn his attention to the Dark Gold Statue.

Huh?

Lin An looked at the red string on the Dark Gold Statue with some confusion. This red string gave him an extremely familiar feeling!

If the spiritual quality exuded by the Dark Gold Statue was ‘violent, mad, contorted, oppressed, struggling’, then the spiritual quality of the red string was ‘restlessly wrapped in coolness’.

Was this…

Chen Xinmi’s spirituality?

Could it be considered that Chen Shuyun’s spell-casting ability was being suppressed by some powerful witchcraft performed by Chen Xinmi?

As for why it was suppressed, looking at the statue’s violent predator-like appearance and considering the oppressive and struggling aura, Lin An vaguely had an answer.

The red strings seemed alive as they twisted and tugged, making the Dark Gold Statue cry out in even more agony.

Pools of dark gold blood flowed freely, already gathering into a puddle on the ground where it knelt.

Finally crawling out from under the bed, Chen Shuyun began to wander aimlessly around the room, as if in a somnambulistic state.

Apparently, although her ‘core’ had been replaced by the Dark Gold Statue, what maintained her behavior logic was her original desire, her obsession?

Lin An could see that this time-stopping spell was doing great harm to Chen Shuyun, her complexion growing increasingly pale.

What exactly is a wizard?

And how does a wizard cast spells?

Watching this bizarre Chen Shuyun, Lin An already had a very bad feeling.

Witches are exceedingly enchanting; Chen Shuyun had spoken of wizards with a heavy heart to him and Zhou Xiaoxiao last time, confirming many conjectures.

He watched Chen Shuyun ardently, observing every aspect in detail, carefully contemplating every piece of information about this creature known as a wizard.

Because…

He was a wizard, too.

Even if he didn’t want to be a wizard, he was one!

“Whoosh~”

The sound of the curtains being drawn was so jarring and harsh in the time-frozen room, and coupled with the torrential rain outside, it sounded like noises from two different worlds, making onlookers uncomfortable.

“Sister…”

Chen Shuyun stared blankly at the image behind the curtain. Although it was just a black cat, unrelated to her sister — and her sister didn’t even like to keep cats.

Her sister had a toad as a pet.

Yet, for some reason, she felt like this black cat was her sister.

She reached out with a trembling hand to gently touch it, finally confirming, no mistake, this was her sister!

But…

“Sis, what’s wrong with you?”

Lin An had guessed right!

He realized that when he reached the goal of ‘finding his sister,’ desiring and obsessing about it, Chen Shuyun snapped out of her somnambulant state and was restored to the normal state of a ‘human.’

At the same time, the dark gold statue, as if losing some kind of support, had its raised right hand pulled back by the red rope, re-bound behind it.

The corona disappeared, Lin An was finally able to move, and he could clearly see the clock on the wall skipping several minutes in an instant. A mouse that had been propping itself up with its forelimbs on the stairway outside let out a ‘squeak’ as it slammed its head against the ground and fell down the stairs.

The Sky-Scanning Eyes rapidly retracted, and Lin An’s vision returned to normal once again.

“Lin An?”

Chen Shuyun looked somewhat astonished.

Lin An just pursed his lips as he looked at her, his recent judgment was wrong. Chen Shuyun didn’t seem to have returned to normal; her eyes were still filled with violence, madness, pain, and struggle.

And as Chen Shuyun’s gaze focused, an illusion of a huge white python appeared in the room, its large vertical pupils coldly staring at him, full of predatory desire.

“That’s the black cat I painted, not your sister.”

Lin An forced himself to stay calm, he was good at doing this, even though the witch in front of him gave off the vibe of a wild beast that had invaded a home.

“But…”

Chen Shuyun stared blankly at him and then back at the black cat painting on the curtain.

A voice at the bottom of her heart was screaming frantically, telling her, no, this person is lying…

—”No, this person is lying, that must be my sister! That is my sister! You are the most powerful sorceress, you have practiced to the point of nearly reverting to your ancestors, so powerful that even though most of your powers were suppressed by your sister, could your vision have also been suppressed?”

These were the hissing sounds of the white python.

The python was so large, its body coiled across the entire room’s floor, and Lin An could easily touch its warm scales and hear the python’s roars at Chen Shuyun.

For the first time, he heard the exchange between a spiritual entity and its human host.

—”He’s lying, this person must have used some trick!” the python roared and bellowed, full of aggression.

—”You care so much about your sister, you have to save her!”

—”You only have one sister left!”

—”Your parents are dead, you only have this sister left!”

As the python’s roars became increasingly frenzied, Chen Shuyun’s breathing started to hasten, and she panted continuously, her chest heaving rapidly, with the violence in her eyes slowly seeming to turn into flames.

“Sis…”

Chen Shuyun murmured.

“!!!”

Lin An’s eyes widened in shock at all this, and he swallowed hard.

Wow, what the heck is going on? Can you shut up, snake? Huh?

Chen Shuyun had actually sensed the aura of the black cat painting, thinking she had found Chen Xinmi.

As for why Chen Xinmi had disappeared during this period, Lin An couldn’t help but recall the battle between Chen Xinmi and Professor Cao, where Chen Xinmi’s abdomen was blown open by Professor Cao’s gunshot. (Chapter 09)

However, it seemed that Chen Xinmi had already recovered now, accompanying Mr. Liu in the office building opposite to his own, surveilling him.

Lin An’s mind raced, pondering how to reveal information without causing unnecessary trouble later on.

——”That’s right, he must be a Seal Master! Yes, only this explanation makes sense!”

The giant white python roared in anger.

——”He deceived you, and all for nothing, as you’ve been agonizing over whether awakening him would harm him, hahaha, this person has tricked you!”

What?

The white snake’s roar was so loud that it instantly interrupted Lin An’s train of thought, and he stared wide-eyed at the creature.

What?

What, what, what?

Me, a Seal Master? And what exactly is a Seal Master?

Suddenly, Chen Shuyun’s gaze sharpened, and together with the white snake beside her, she stared at Lin An with both vigilance and anger.

“You are not a wizard’s apprentice! I can’t believe I was mistaken!”

A pair of pale hands tore through the fabric of space, revealing a world shrouded in dark gold mist, where a dark gold statue kneeling on the ground once again wailed as it raised its right hand.

At the same time, Chen Shuyun also raised her right hand.

The two hands clasped fiercely.

Instantly, countless dark gold mists converged, forming a strangely shaped greatsword.

The greatsword seemed like a skeleton arching its back, its legs transforming into the hilt, with no hands, but with a pair of finely detailed, skeletal wings with hollow patterns. The wings became the blade extending from the spine.

In the real world, Chen Shuyun held nothing in her hand, as if she was merely making wooden spellcasting gestures.

Only the emerald bracelet on her wrist began to emit a faint glow, hinting that she was entering a spellcasting state.

“Release my sister from the painting!”

“I know!” Chen Shuyun pursed her lips and watched Lin An warily, “Within the wizarding order there is a sect called ‘Seal Master’ that I’ve heard of. They have sealed people in glass bottles and thrown them into the sea abroad, and I’ve also heard of people being sealed inside a cow’s body to harness great muscular strength for protection.”

Wizards are not a simple group. Everyone draws wisdom from the heritage of ancient skills and gradually forms their own schools, each with their own direction for developing witchcraft.

But after all, we are modern people, influenced by modern society. Many wizarding methods are too evil and cruel for many people to accept.

So, there arose the not so clear-cut distinction between White Witches and Dark Witches.

People often find it difficult to immediately discern whether someone is a Dark Witch, but those who master ‘Sealing Skill’ are generally directly lumped into the category of Dark Witches.

Under the pressure of Witch-hunting Knights, witches yearn for those who wield more powerful and evil witchcraft, like the Dark Witches, to fight against Witch-hunting Knights, yet they despise these wielders of evil powers.

But no matter what, Dark Witches are a group spoken of with reverence by the White Witches, and their wariness of Dark Witches is no less than that of Witch-hunting Knights.

“Quick, release my sister!”

The right hand of the dark gold statue flipped over, and the greatsword in its hand was raised high, seeming ready to strike down at any moment.