The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

At this moment, in a gray fog.

The fat wizard Sig is confronting another wizard.

"You fatso, you're no match for me," a wizard with a silent blade said with a disdainful smile.

He used the lizard scales on his hands to forcefully block the incoming water gun.

The scales collided with the water gun, splashing up a large spray of water.

The surrounding trees rustled and fell as the air currents from their fight shook the trees. Many small branches were broken off and fell to the ground.

Across from him, the fat wizard Sig was covered in sweat, his fat face jiggling with each breath. He muttered to himself, "It's over. My magic won't last much longer. This guy's scales can absorb half of my magic power. With that, my magic will be exhausted."

"You bastard, you're cheating. If you've got the guts, don't try to block my magic with those lousy scales." The fat wizard Sig said through gritted teeth, his cheeks puffed out.

"You fatso, your mouth still stinks." The wizard apprentice's face darkened, and he quickly waved his hands, throwing several wind blades at the fat wizard Sig.

The wind blades whistled through the air, making a sharp sound, and wherever they passed, the vines on the trees were neatly cut off.

"How could I possibly give up my advantage to fight you?" he said, while unleashing another wind blade, a smug look on his face.

"Damn it!" The fat wizard Sig frantically tried to defend himself, his obese body swaying from side to side, and he soon couldn't hold on any longer.

He took a deep breath, used up all his remaining magic power, and swung a water gun spell backward, the water gun shooting out with a powerful impact.

Then, the fat wizard Sieg started to run away on his magic broom.

"Trying to escape? Eat less in your next life, you fatso." The wizard apprentice chuckled, broke the water gun spell, and chased after it like an arrow.

He caught up with the fat wizard Sig and hurled a wind blade at the back of his neck.

The wind blades were incredibly fast, instantly shredding the surrounding vines, sending fragments fluttering down.

"It's over. We're out of magic power, we can't stop it."

The fat wizard Sig turned pale, his hair stood on end, and his entire body trembled.

He was exhausted and could only close his eyes and wait to die.

Just as he closed his eyes to accept reality, a thud sounded behind him, like a heavy object falling to the ground.

Then came the sound of something falling and scraping against the branches, making a "rustling" sound as the branches were scraped.

"Senior Brother Sig, you look really disheveled." Aiden emerged from behind a tree with a teasing smile on his face and joked.

"Aiden's voice? Huh? I'm not dead?!" The fat wizard Sig's eyes widened suddenly, his fat face trembling with surprise as he said in disbelief.

"Do you really want to die that badly, senior brother?" Aiden laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, no, but you took care of him in one go? I just felt something flash past my eyes. Then he went silent." The fat wizard Sig was panting heavily, his face full of doubt.

"I shot him to death." Aiden waved his hand, and an arrow flew back to his hand from a distance. Without looking back, he rode his magic broom to the location of the next encounter.

"Senior brother, I'm in a hurry. You should hide away and recover on your own," Aiden said.

Watching Aiden's departing figure, the fat wizard Sig looked grateful, his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded heavily.

"Junior brother, I owe you my life."

"Junior Brother Aiden is much more mysterious than we imagined..."

……

Ten minutes later, Aiden appeared on the battlefield of the skinny wizard Anlie.

Gray fog swirled through the mountains and forests, visibility was extremely low, the air was damp, and it smelled of decaying leaves.

Unlike his good brother, the fat wizard Anlie, Sieg used a trump card artifact to defeat his opponent.

The vines in that area had been leveled, and wisps of smoke were rising from them.

At this moment, the skinny wizard Anlie was resting on the vines.

He was curled up among several thick vines, his face pale, his lips dry, and his chest heaving violently.

"This artifact is completely ruined. If its remaining value isn't as high as my artifact, then I'll have lost out. I saved up magic stones for many years to exchange for it," the skinny wizard Anlie muttered to himself.

He looked down at the shattered remains of the witchcraft in his hand, his lips twitching with heartache.

The skinny wizard Anlie was always very vigilant.

His eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, and his ears twitched, trying to catch any subtle sounds in the gray fog.

He stared at the corpse of the wizard, the Silent Blade, ten meters away.

The corpse lay on the ground, its chest caved in, half of its body missing.

"I need to be careful. My magic is exhausted now, and it would be dangerous if I were detected. This gray mist completely obscures my mental perception. Even with my decent strength as a mid-level wizard apprentice, my perception range is only two or three meters when facing this gray mist."

After he finished speaking, he carefully shrank deeper into the vines, hiding his body even more thoroughly.

Aiden swept right above his head, his magical broom cutting through the gray mist and whipping up a gust of cold wind.

He glanced down at the corpse and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Looks like you don't need me anymore," Aiden said.

Just as he was about to activate the magic broom again, two unfamiliar wizard apprentices appeared on his bio-radar.

Two red dots are moving rapidly; they are clearly also members of the Silent Blade. Their route intersects with the resting place of the skinny wizard Anlie.

Aiden's lips curled into a smile, and he tapped his fingers lightly twice on the broom handle.

The two were riding their magic brooms forward.

The fog around them was so thick it was like paste, and they could barely make out the outlines of tree trunks a few meters ahead.

"Damn it, this fog is getting thicker and thicker."

"Yes, I almost got lost. I was hoping to see that glowing light and shadow, to see what it was."

As soon as they finished speaking, the gray mist in front of them was suddenly torn apart.

Several black arrows shot out from the mist with astonishing speed, whistling through the air, heading straight for their hearts.

"What is this?" One person subconsciously used the Minor Wind Shield spell, and a wind shield was erected in front of him, blocking most of the power of the arrow.

The wind shield trembled violently from the impact of the arrows, emitting a piercing screeching sound, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface.

puff!

The other person couldn't react in time and was pierced through the heart by an arrow. The arrowhead emerged from his back, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist, and he plummeted into the forest below...

The wizard who used the wind shield felt half of his body go numb, and his arm felt like it had been struck by lightning, making it completely powerless.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Before he could react, five or six arrows appeared in front of him, shooting towards him in a dense barrage.

He was horrified; his face turned deathly pale, his mental energy became unstable, and he couldn't even cast a single spell.

The wind shield shattered into air currents under the impact of subsequent arrows.

puff!

A few breaths later, he followed in his companion's footsteps and was pierced by an arrow.

Three arrows pierced his shoulder and abdomen, respectively, and blood flowed down the arrow shafts, dripping into the gray mist.

"Who is it! Who's there?" The skinny wizard Anlie was already cautious, and was awakened by the noise.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his body tensed instantly, and his fingers gripped the vines.

He felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the wizard who had been killed in an instant.

The body was less than five meters away from him, and the smell of blood wafted over on the wind, making his stomach churn.