The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

"It's me, Senior Brother Anlie." Aiden smiled as he emerged from behind the vines. He had already sent Xiaodie to loot the corpse.

Xiaodie's figure flashed through the gray mist, flying towards the two corpses at an extremely fast speed.

"There really is someone." The skinny wizard Anlie was startled and shrank back, causing the vines to sway.

When he realized it was Aiden, his tense shoulders relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he said, "Junior brother, stop talking, run! There's great danger here. Unidentified arrow-like attacks are killing people."

His voice was low, and his eyes kept glancing around.

"Senior brother, is this what you mean?"

Aiden flicked the arrow in his hand; the tip was still stained with undried blood, which stood out starkly in the gray fog.

"Uh... an arrow!"

The skinny wizard Anlie stared at the arrows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Junior brother, you're not trying to say this is your true strength, are you?"

"Logically speaking, arrows shouldn't be able to penetrate witchcraft, even a zero-ring spell."

"Nothing is impossible. Senior brother, you should rest well. I still have to help others." Aiden smiled, not intending to explain anything, and rode away on his magic broom.

A stream of air shot out from the end of the broom, clearing a path through the gray mist, and it disappeared into the mist in the blink of an eye.

The skinny wizard Anlie thought for a moment, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Junior brother, I'll come help you as soon as I recover."

The sound traveled a short distance through the gray fog before being swallowed up.

After a few breaths, the skinny wizard Anlie was trembling with excitement.

His hands gripped the vines tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

Like Aiden, he came from the subdimensional world aboard a wizard ship. Cautious as he was, he chose the most inconspicuous Rune Courtyard organization.

All for the sake of survival, all for the sake of living a peaceful life as a wizard.

Knowing that he had only average talent and no special background, he had accepted reality. Living for a few hundred years, becoming a wizard apprentice, and experiencing a higher level of the world would be enough for him.

Aiden's appearance showed him the possibility of a prodigy rising to prominence, even if the probability was small, it was enough to change his future fate.

His heart was pounding, and his mind kept replaying the image of those arrows piercing the wind shield.

"My junior brother is still weak; I need to find a way to invest in him..."

After a moment of silence, the thin wizard Anlie scratched his head and said, "But what can I offer my junior brother? The magical artifacts are already destroyed."

He looked down at the shards in his hand, sighed with a bitter expression.

"Damn it, we're dirt poor, I don't even have a chance to sit at the table," Anlie cursed.

The sound echoed through the empty mountain forest.

"That's it, my hometown!" Anlie thought for a long time, then his eyes lit up.

……

The rest of the day.

Aiden was busy in the gray fog, shuttling between different battlefields, like a god descending to earth, saving many people in Rune Courtyard.

Short screams and explosions occasionally echoed from the surrounding gray fog, only to be quickly swallowed up by the fog.

If Aiden encounters a lone Silent Blade, he will shoot them dead without hesitation.

At that moment, the sound of an arrow piercing the air was sharp and shrill. An arrow pierced the wizard's chest, and blood mist exploded in the gray fog. The corpse fell down along with the broom.

"I'm tired. This magic broom is almost broken. It's not durable." Aiden looked at the teetering magic broom under the corpse and snatched it away.

"I reckon once I advance to become a [Wooden Machine Inventor], I'll be able to modify magic brooms myself. In the future, I can even build wizard ships, and even wizard fleets that can absorb other worlds," Aiden muttered to himself.

These days, besides cultivating, he is also constantly absorbing common knowledge from the wizarding world.

He also has new plans for the six professions he currently holds.

"I've already killed 15 people, plus the 10 I killed when I came in. I've taken down nearly half of the Silent Blade's men all by myself," Aiden muttered to himself.

He looked down at his hands, his knuckles still stained with blood that hadn't been wiped clean.

"I've done enough. As for the rest I couldn't help with, there's nothing more I can do."

"By the way, where did Senior Sister Annie go?" Aiden asked, tilting his head and peering into the depths of the gray fog.

In the distance, a faint flash of magical explosion light appeared, then disappeared.

"And that guy with the lizard tail," Aiden continued.

"Never mind, I'll search a little longer, then I'll explore that glowing place," Aiden muttered to himself.

Aiden wasn't worried that someone else would snatch this opportunity away.

Danger and opportunity coexist; reality is not fantasy, and many things cannot be pioneered by the first person.

The worst-case scenario is that the opportunity is taken away by the Silent Blade, in which case he can simply snatch it back.

A short while later, Aiden saw his senior sister Annie chasing and fighting each other, and Bion, the lizard-tailed wizard of Wizard's Blade.

The gray fog ahead was churning and swirling, and three figures moved at high speed through it, with bursts of magical light constantly erupting.

Not only that, he also saw the wizard apprentice who had received the fly's compound eye transplant, and the two of them were attacking Senior Sister Anne in the center from both sides.

Anne's robe was torn in several places by the wind blades, her hair was disheveled, her face was ashen, and there were several deep scratches on her broom.

"Bion, you call for help when you can't win? You don't even dare to fight one-on-one?" Annie, riding her magic broom, dodged an attack and was so angry she gritted her teeth.

The wind blade grazed her ear, shaving off a lock of her hair. She jerked back, barely managing to avoid it by raising her broom almost vertically.

She had almost injured the leader, Bion, but her attack was unexpectedly neutralized by the fly-eyed wizard, Cora.

"What? Kore is one of my Silent Blades' men. What's wrong with me asking him for help? Can't you call someone too?" Bion said slyly, flicking his lizard tail behind him and sticking out his forked tongue.

A swirling blue wind had gathered at the tip of his wand, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

"Senior Brother Bion, use your trump card and finish her off quickly. I have a bad feeling about the situation. From what I can see, it seems like there are far fewer of our Silent Blades members in this gray fog," Kolei's fly-like compound eyes darted around, reminding him, "like we're being hunted by some terrifying being."

His voice was low, and his compound eyes reflected the empty gray fog all around him; he couldn't see a single companion.

"I also sensed something was wrong." Bion nodded, his brows furrowing.

"I'm encountering fewer and fewer people from the organization," Bion muttered to himself, as the whirlwind in his hand grew even larger.

Across from them, Annie raised an eyebrow, thinking, "This must be thanks to Junior Brother Aiden. Otherwise, even if our Rune Courtyard were broken up into smaller units, we would still be picked off one by one."

She smirked slightly, but quickly suppressed it.

Because the aura of the two people opposite them is rising rapidly!