My Magic Cultivates Itself! - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Susan’s Personal Mission

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Marcus walked into the library, ready to choose a spell that was not only violent but also fast in casting.

Suddenly, Marcus saw a magic book with a purple cover.

“Lightning Strike!”

Marcus could not help but think of the decisive battle with the evil librarian.

At the darkest moment, the purple lightning had struck violently.

[Host has learned the Lightning Strike Spell!]

[Lightning Strike: Level-1 (Progress: 3%)]

Marcus already knew how to practice and walked out of the library.

He saw Susan looking from afar.

“Senior Susan,” Marcus walked over, “What a coincidence. Thank you for your guidance that day.”

“…”

The white-haired Susan only glanced at him. She did not know how to respond and could only remain silent.

“I’m sorry, senior. I was rude,” Marcus said and turned around to leave.

“Marcus,” Susan turned around and stopped him, “Don’t leave yet.”

Marcus turned around and looked at her curiously.

“I have a personal mission. The pay is very high. Are you willing to accept this mission?”

“Sure.” Marcus smiled. “May I ask, senior, what is the mission about?”

“A distant relative of mine, um, my cousin, Chelsea Clark, recently spent a lot of money to buy a villa. Surprisingly, some strange sounds come from that villa every night.

“I’ve been busy with important things recently. I think you’re a good person. Do you want to accept it?

“After that, I can guide you for three days, plus 1,000 gold coins.”

After hearing that, Marcus smiled and said, “Not bad. I’ll do it.”

Susan said to Marcus solemnly, “Let me warn you, Marcus. You must not do anything drastic to her. Otherwise, it will be very difficult to deal with the aftereffects.”

Marcus nodded. “Is there a problem with her?”

“She is a little autistic, but only a little,” replied Susan. “This cousin is the only good friend I can talk to outside. She listens to me, so don’t worry. She will definitely not do anything to you after I speak to her.”

“Okay.”

…

Chelsea’s villa was not far from the city center, reflecting that her family was very well-off.

“Are you the savior my sister talked about?” After the door opened, Chelsea, who was wearing pajamas and slippers, said to Marcus, “Your name is Marcus, right?”

“Yes, I am.” Marcus nodded. “Won’t you consider letting me in, Miss?”

“Please come in, please come in.”

Chelsea’s hair was a little messy, and she had dark circles under her eyes. She called Marcus into her living room and poured him a cup of tea.

“Wait a moment. I’m going to wash up first.” 

Chelsea was a little annoyed. ‘Why did this fellow come so quickly?’

Marcus looked around the hall.

After a long time, Chelsea came out, wearing a set of refreshing clothes.

“It’s like this, Mr. Marcus,” Chelsea said slowly, “The past two days, I’ve been hearing some strange sounds in this house. The sounds of ‘gurgling’ water, to be more specific.

“It sounds like drowning… When listening to that sound, I feel like I’m drowning.”

Marcus said, “Miss, there are two floors here. Does this phenomenon occur on every floor?”

“Yes, yes…”

Chelsea seemed to have recalled something bad and said shakily, “I had called the police and asked other mages to come and check this place. They had been here for a few days but didn’t find anything unusual, let alone the sound of drowning.”

“Really?” Marcus said faintly, “I solved a similar problem before. It was the incident at the fishing grounds…

“Maybe you don’t know this, but the surviving employees there also claimed that they also heard the sound of drowning before someone died.”

“Then, what should we do?” Chelsea was a little scared.”I am clear about something. The drowning sound echoes near my house before it sounds closer and next to my ears. So, is it possible that there is another person in this house…” Chelsea’s voice weakened. 

“Another person!?” Marcus had not thought about this.

“I’m not sure, Miss Chelsea.” Marcus smiled. “Your speculation sounds reasonable. Perhaps, we can check it out tonight.”

“Yeah…”Chelsea chuckled. “Remember to record it. Otherwise, the police will say that I’m crazy and send me to a mental hospital.”

“Have you ever been to a mental hospital before, Miss?” Marcus was a little puzzled.

“Yes… Yes, for one or two months,” Chelsea said slowly. “I haven’t told anyone about this, including my sister.

“You… Don’t tell anyone, Marcus…”

The more Marcus listened, the more he felt that there was something wrong with her tone.

“Yes, yes, it’s still morning. I have something to do, so I’ll take my leave for now. I’ll be back in the evening.”

“Why have you not taken a sip of the tea I served you?” Chelsea asked darkly, “Do you want to call the police, or do you want to tell my sister, or… my family!?”

A middle-aged man in a gray windbreaker suddenly appeared out of the door. 

“Miss Chelsea, open the door!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of knocking sounds made Chelsea snap back to her original state, and she even began to tremble.

She held Marcus’s arm and said carefully, “Don’t open the door. He-he is a bad person.”

“Phew.” Marcus took a breath. His head was already in a mess.

“Miss Chelsea, may I ask why he is a bad person?”

“A bad person? There is no reason, right?”

“Yes, but I just want to hear you say it,” Marcus said calmly.

“He is a perverted psychiatrist,” Chelsea said weakly. “He gives me injections every morning.

“I told my family that he abused me, but no one believed me, a madwoman.

“Now everyone thinks I’m insane.”

“Miss Chelsea, when did this happen to you?” Marcus felt that this matter was not so simple.

“A week ago.”

“Okay. I’ll tell him that you’re very tired today.”

“Okay.” Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief.

The knocking on the door continued unabated.

Marcus opened the door and said to the psychiatrist, “Sir, what’s your name?”

“You’re Chelsea’s brother, right? I’m Senge. What’s your name, sir?”

The doctor was wearing a long hat, so it was difficult to see his facial expression.

“Marcus.”

“Yes. I’m your sister’s psychiatrist. Please allow me to go in and treat her.”

“Stop.”

“Uh, yes?” Senge was a little confused. “What’s wrong, sir? Am I not allowed to go in?”

“No.” Marcus pretended to be nervous and said, “Do you smell a strong, fishy odor?”

“No, sir. Please stop joking.”

Marcus instantly tore open Senge’s clothes.

The psychiatrist’s stomach was torn open and filled with dead fish.

“Uh, uh, uh…” Senge took a needle out of his sleeve and suddenly stretched his arm.

“Lightning Strike!”

A purple electric current instantly turned him into charcoal.

“Puppet technique again…” Marcus said slowly.

‘It seems that things have not been very peaceful recently.’