I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 40 - 0 Rainy Night

Chapter 40: 040 Rainy Night

Chapter 40: 040 Rainy Night

Lin An ultimately couldn’t bring himself to delete that green image.

The young boss dashed back to his office, retrieved a USB drive, copied the image onto it, then carefully locked it inside the safe in Lin An’s office before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“An, this shade of green is the key to our game’s success, you understand?”

Lin An pursed his lips and said nothing.

However, the boss, excited, paced back and forth. “This is the green pattern for the shield you’re working on, right? Maybe it shouldn’t just be on a shield—there could be more uses for it!”

As he said this, he stared at Lin An wide-eyed. “We’ll set up a level where the BOSS uses this green, and the equipment dropped will also be this green. Trust me, this BOSS and the set of equipment will surely become a classic in the players’ eyes, eternal!”

Lin An sat in his office chair in silence, looking up as the boss chattered on, only murmuring to himself in a daze, “I feel like I’m copying… no, creating life.”

A life on a spiritual dimension.

He was a bit frightened at the thought of what effect it would have if he were to complete the skin of that frog-headed creature—would it replicate that old man’s spirit?

It seems not, because he only focused on the green skin. He didn’t replicate the frog’s eyes, the multiple hands, and other details.

And that is why he felt like he was creating, not replicating life.

The feeling was very strange.

So strange that he wondered if he really did draw such a green-skinned BOSS, would it actually appear in the real world?

What was this?

A magic pen like Ma Liang’s?

Lin An didn’t know.

The boss, excited, babbled on, “That shield, I remember, there are other details on it, not just this green! An, do your best— I won’t let you suffer any loss.”

He placed his hands on Lin An’s shoulders, his eyes shining, “An, you’re simply an artist!”

Uh…

That’s too much…

The boss’s outrageous words finally snapped Lin An back to reality. He just found the boss’s pep talks helpless and smiled wryly.

But since the boss was so satisfied, Lin An finally breathed a quiet sigh of relief—at least he could justify the high salary of 40,000 that was offered to him.

He always felt that his past experience as an ordinary programmer wasn’t worth so much money—he felt uneasy accepting it.

“Work hard on this green concept, An. Push it to the best of your ability, let me see your limit,” the boss said seriously, clapping Lin An on the shoulder. “When the time comes, I’ll give you a raise.”

Ah, this…

Lin An’s eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, “Alright!”

This won’t do, the boss is giving too much.

The boss, evidently far more excited than Lin An about producing this painting, chattered non-stop as he drove towards Happiness Community in the suburbs. He wildly envisioned the wonderful success the game would have in the future, even promising to give Lin An shares if the game truly became a hit and swept the industry.

It was his way of encouraging Lin An to improve himself, cementing his decision to tie Lin An firmly to Antler’s battle chariot.

Lin An simply gripped the handle of the passenger door and said nothing, seeing the boss almost as a lion that could barely fit into a small car, full of boldness and grandeur.

Lin An didn’t take the boss’s pep talks and big promises seriously.

Did he really deserve shares from a once-great game company that was still struggling to stay alive?

The very thought was too far-fetched, only adding unnecessary worry.

Besides…

The fact that Antler Game Software Company also served as an economic source for the hidden power of the Antler Witch-Hunting Knight Order, making stock affairs hardly reliable even when written on official share transfer documents.

Only strength and skills are truly one’s own, Lin An knew this.

Approaching home, Lin An asked the boss to let him off the car, and he made a special trip to the mall to buy a basketball net that seemed to be of decent quality before scanning a shared bike to ride back to the community.

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The Ugly Head was still asleep, its blood flowing and spreading across the net, dripping down to the ground and pooling into a small puddle.

Lin An set the net aside, thought for a moment, and then took down the curtain with the black cat image from the cupboard.

He needed to do everything possible to improve himself quickly!

This had apparently become a matter of urgency.

Staring intently at the black cat on the curtain, he poured ink into a small dish once again and, holding a brush, bent over the curtain to continue adding delicate details.

Lin An did not use Zhou Xiaoxiao’s Amber Spiritual Mucus; spirit essence, although without qualitative differences, varies in quantity, and he had to be more frugal.

To enhance brain capabilities, memorize the books given by Professor Cao, and if there was spare spirit essence, support the completion of the game’s artistry.

At the moment, he was all too familiar with the black cat portrait and the brushstrokes needed seemed to have been ingrained in him from his previous drawing.

Now, what he needed more was concentration, patience, and meticulousness.

The rendering of each strand of cat fur, watching it diffuse on the unique fabric of the curtain, filled him with an exuberance and a peculiar agitation.

The rainy season in Shenhou City continued unabated, with the gloomy skies finally drizzling down, and the cool breeze blowing in from the outside, sweeping away the heat of summer.

Lin An was becoming immersed.

As the black cat came to life, he seemed to fill with its spirit, unconsciously entering the rhythm of the Breathing Skill with a posture of the ‘Spirit Cat Body Stretching Skill’, as if he were a cat lying on the curtain painting another cat.

Gradually, it felt as though the whole world contained only him and the curtain.

Gradually, even the curtain seemed to disappear.

The unique off-white curtain appeared to become a crystal-clear surface of water, rippling with his breath.

And he, the cat, gazed at the surface, full of joy and agitation, peering at the black cat beneath the water.

Meow~

He gently raised his hand, carefully stretching it toward the water’s surface.

And the black cat beneath the water seemed to stand on a water’s surface of its own, gazing down at him while extending its tender paw toward his hand.

Swish~

He thought he heard the sound of water, and as ripples undulated, he felt like he’d fallen into the water, becoming immersed in a sea brimming with spiritual essence.

The spiritual essence here was so abundant, unlike the few patches within him, it seemed to be omnipresent.

But he didn’t seem quite suited to enter this ocean; it was as if a giant, elastic water ball was compressing him and then bouncing him back up again.

Flipping back to the water’s surface once more.

Accompanied by the black cat, which now presented its fluffy face and rubbed it against his cheek.

Boom~

A loud explosion from outside the window jolted Lin An back to his normal vision.

He looked up dumbfounded at the storm outside the window that had erupted once more, feeling inexplicably lost and forlorn; he then lowered his head again to look at the curtain.

Somehow, without realizing it, he had completed the drawing of his black cat.

Closing his eyes, an exquisitely lifelike image of a black cat also floated in the darkness within him.

It was as if he had been on a long journey.

Lin An hung the curtain carefully on the curtain rod above the window, watching the black cat in a somewhat quiet state before finally smiling slightly.

“Not bad.”

“That scared the life out of me!”

“I thought it would be like Ma Liang with his magic brush, where something is drawn and then it just walks out from it.”

Attaining its shape, its spirit, its charm.

Lin An had never imagined that he could actually create such a portrait.

“Wow~” He silently gave himself a thumbs up, raising an eyebrow, “Nice.”

Blissful.

Spiritual essence, the wonderful transcendent ability, was marvelous. Maybe the wizard’s method of assisting drawing through magic was also marvelous, as was the control over the body brought by the breathing skill.

But even transcendent powers had their limits.

Lin An realized he was hungry and also a bit sleepy.

Overwhelmed by fatigue, he couldn’t be bothered to tidy up. Instead, he simply pulled the original curtains over to cover the black cat drawing.

Looking at the rainy night outside the window, Lin An finally decided to make himself a pack of instant noodles and fry an egg, satisfyingly eating a warm meal before lying down on his bed.

Only…

“Put me down~ Put~ me~ down~~~ Put~~~ me~~~~ down~~~~”

A somewhat helpless Lin An discovered that the ugly head seemed to have had its rest.

So annoying!

He sighed, took the head out of the net, and let it roll around on the ground with great energy, humming a tune.

Lin An yawned, too lazy to pay attention, and lay back down on the bed.

“Lin An, Lin An, Lin An~” the head droned.

Lin An turned over unconsciously, pulling the blanket over himself.

“I had a dream, hehe, isn’t it amazing, I actually had a dream.” The head bounced excitedly next to Lin An’s pillow, opening its mouth full of black teeth and hair, speaking excitedly as blood splattered all over Lin An’s face.

Lin An brushed it aside in annoyance, “You be quiet. I want to have a nice dream too.”

“Guess what I dreamt about?” The head’s mouth moved with Lin An’s touch, and when he let go, it spoke even louder, “I dreamt a girl came to see you in the middle of the night, a real beauty, hey, with a body like a juicy peach…”

Lin An, already accustomed to the noise, filtered out its voice and continued to deeply sleep.

Just then, a doorbell sounded from the front door.

“Ding-dong~”

“!!!” Lin An suddenly opened his eyes, startled, looking at the door then at the head, “What! What did you just say you dreamt about? No, don’t repeat it, tell me what she’s here for?”

It couldn’t be Witch Chen Xinmi coming to his home, could it?

Would his home be blown open like Professor Cao’s?

The head swallowed nervously, looking a bit frightened, its teeth chattering with a clack clack clack sound, unable to speak at such a critical moment.

You useless thing!

What use are you to me!

That’s what Lin An thought, but he still grabbed the head; the blood it was losing harmonized extremely well with his spiritual essence. Although the essence couldn’t gather within him without being absorbed, it could linger for a brief moment.

And that moment was the key to aiding in casting spells.

Battery head, everyone who’s used it says it’s good.

Lin An’s mind was in turmoil as he tiptoed cautiously closer to the front door.

Crash~

Outside, thunder and lightning flashed again, and the torrential rain poured down relentlessly.