I'm Timid; I Have to Turn On Every Light When I Go to the Bathroom at Night

"Poor little thing, greed has blinded you," Pamela sighed. Just as she was about to disperse the giant python into black mist, she suddenly sensed something amiss.

As her gaze fell upon it, the giant python's abdomen suddenly swelled up, and blue light blades pierced out from its scales, flashing in a circular pattern.

The enormous snake body was instantly split in two, and the upper half of the python crashed to the ground like a felled tree.

Black mist filled the air, and before the giant python could even let out a scream, its two halves of body turned back into black mist.

Black fog billowed and surged, covering the entire indoor basketball court. Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from within the thick fog.

With a blur, Russell used his muscle manipulation ability to burst out of the thick fog at top speed, plunging the blade into Pamela's heart before Witch could react.

"Drink!"

Magic Power surged wildly as Russell recklessly poured Magic Power into the blade. The spiraling Magic Power created a shockwave that suddenly erupted, gouging a large hole in the Witch's chest and gradually shattering her spirit.

Pamela groaned, ripples spreading across her chest as she gripped the materialized blue light blade with both hands. Black energy emanated from her white palms, corroding and melting the light blade into droplets.

Seeing this, Russell let out another low shout and unleashed another burst of Magic Power, shattering half of the Witch's body into pieces.

Pamela's eyes flashed with black light as she glared at Russell, who was sent flying by the invisible attack, his body slamming against the wall.

A muffled thud as something fell from a great height, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, covering a large patch of the pristine white wall.

With his Immortal Body and self-regeneration, Russell's body began to recover. Equipped with Aikawa Ayumu's Character Card, his pain receptors were weakened to the extreme, so even if his bones were broken, he could only feel a slight pain.

On the other side, Pamela's injured body also began to regenerate. Spirits do not have the concept of injury or death, but as an energy aggregate, the loss of some energy will affect her strength to some extent.

Just like now, after Pamela's reconstruction was completed, her body, which seemed indistinguishable from a real person, faded considerably and began to become translucent.

Russell finished his recovery and launched a charge to continue close combat, firing his dual pistols in rapid succession to clear away the black mist blocking his path. He had found a way to weaken Pamela, provided he could get close to her first.

Muscle manipulation 300%...400%...500%...550%...600%...

Russell's figure suddenly accelerated, his shadow stretching diagonally, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the Witch, his light blades crossing like scissors.

Pamela was injured by Russell before because Pamela was careless and didn't expect him to come back to life. It was partly due to a sneak attack. Now that Pamela is fully focused, it will be difficult to hurt her again.

A flash of blue light swept across, and Pamela was cut in half at the waist by the light blade. Ripples spread out from the cut surfaces of her upper and lower body, and then quickly overlapped.

700% muscle manipulation

Russell's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He forcibly withdrew his strength and swung his sword horizontally. The swing of his arm caused the air to explode like rolling thunder. Unexpectedly, more than ten black venomous snakes suddenly shot out from the ground and tightly wrapped around his arm.

The snakes' venom continued to strike, injecting a large amount of venom into Russell's body. His Immortal Body and self-regeneration made him immune to the venom, and he struggled desperately to tear the snakes apart. However, the snakes were extremely resilient and multiplied rapidly. Soon, his limbs were entangled by hundreds of venomous snakes, their cold scales tightening and constricting, breaking his joints backward and onto his back.

Pamela's expression turned cold. She raised her hand and pointed, and several venomous snakes coiled around Russell's neck, snapping his neck bones.

"Little Wizard, your sorcery, which allows you to transform yourself into an undead life form before death, has piqued my curiosity," Pamela said, suppressing her displeasure and seemingly offering a word of praise.

Despite Pamela's best efforts to maintain an elegant demeanor, the gloom in her eyes betrayed her determination to refine Russell into her own familiar as punishment for harming her spirit.

Pamela didn't press Russell for the spells and conditions of his magic. She had plenty of time to torture his mind after turning Russell into a puppet. There were more important things to do right now. She reached into the inside pocket of Russell's jacket and took out her Magic Book.

Pamela flipped through the Magic Book, confirming it was genuine, and couldn't help but smile slightly, "How can I possibly thank you enough for bringing my Magic Book back all the way?"

Holding the Magic Book, Pamela's somewhat fading body solidified once more. The Magic Book was written by her, word by word, and contained her unique Magic Power between the lines. As long as she held the Magic Book, she could continuously replenish her Magic Power.

"My original plan was for Jennifer to send it over, and for me to take over her body and resurrect. Now that she no longer has the aura of hell, I have to find a fresh body before Halloween..." Pamela glanced at Russell: "Little Wizard, because of you, my workload has increased again."

"Halloween..." Russell's neck had healed, and he said in surprise, "I have destroyed the coordinates of the Magic Circle, you can't possibly succeed."

Pamela sneered, her disdainful look telling Russell that he was overthinking things.

Russell cursed the scheming witches in his heart. These Witch who were dead but not quite dead always had a belly full of schemes and tricks. Looking at the countdown of the Character Card, he saw that there were very few left.

Muscle manipulation 750%...800%...

The muscle fibers became extremely active under control, and the 6 billion muscle fibers, like 6 billion miniature engines, suddenly delivered an explosive and terrifying force.

Russell tore off the venomous snakes that were binding his limbs, gripped the Desert Eagle, and thrust the blade straight into Pamela's eye socket.

Pamela was taken aback by the sudden attack. She hadn't expected that Russell's strength was not at its limit. Out of biological instinct, she subconsciously dodged the blade that was aimed straight at her eye socket.

The blade aimed at Pamela's eye socket was just a feint to distract her. Russell then turned his gun and fired at the Magic Book below.

A feint to the east while attacking in the west!

By the time Pamela realized what was happening, it was too late. Despite her best efforts to raise her defenses, the Magic Book was not spared and a corner was pierced by a bullet.

Damage to the edges was insignificant; it wouldn't take much time to repair with patience. But Pamela didn't think that way. Seeing her painstakingly crafted manuscript damaged, she was filled with extreme anger and went berserk on the spot, blasting Russell away, sending him crashing through a wall and burying him in the rubble.

A dark shadow spread across the ground. Russell coughed up blood as he stood up, only to be pierced again by a blade materialized from the shadow, turning him into a bloody mess. His Character Card's timeout was nearing its end, forcing Russell to use his Wealth Points to extend it.

The more powerful Character Card is, the more Wealth Points it consumes. Aikawa Ayumu's Character Card consumes ten points per second. This is the first time Russell has extended the time. If he didn't need Immortal Body, he wouldn't want to waste this money.

"Unforgivable! Do you know how much effort I poured into this Magic Book? As a Wizard, you have desecrated knowledge and betrayed your faith!" Pamela roared repeatedly, completely forgetting her elegance at this moment.

"Idiot, you call yourself the owner of the Magic Book, yet you couldn't even tell it was a fake after looking at it for so long." Russell spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his face full of mockery.

"What!?" Pamela was stunned. She flipped through the Magic Book in her hand. It was indeed real; she couldn't possibly be mistaken.

"The real Magic Book is here. The one you have is a replica I made using Mirror Magic. Although it's very convincing, it only lasts for an hour," Russell said, pulling out an identical Magic Book from his pocket.

Pamela's pupils contracted sharply. The moment she saw the Magic Book, she recognized it as the real one. There couldn't possibly be two identical Magic Book in the world, so the one in her hand was fake.

Outrage! Shame!

Pamela, realizing her own disgraceful state after being tricked by a junior beginner who smugly displayed a counterfeit, was instantly enraged. In a fit of rage, she threw the 'fake' on the ground, her body enveloped in swirling black mist, and pointed a finger at Russell.

Click!

Russell pointed his gun at the Magic Book, Pamela paused, and the surrounding shadows also froze as if in a pause.

"Let's see if your spell is faster, or my bullet!"

Pamela's face darkened, her alluring features frosty, and she said coldly, "Give me the Magic Book, and I will forgive your offense and your past actions."

Russell grinned, poking the Magic Book with the blade. "I was just about to ask, is this manuscript really that important?"

Pamela did not respond; her face grew even darker, and her imposing aura pressed down, as if a storm was about to break.

"Don't do that. I'm easily scared. I have to turn on all the lights when I go to the bathroom at night. What if you scare me like this and cause a fire?"

[Failure Diary]

Falling down isn't scary; what's scary is that I've always believed that!