Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 1037 The Curtain Falls

Froco shivered and instinctively hid behind Pelle, not wanting to meet her gaze.

The aura of the Eye of the Abyss has completely disappeared, and Douglas has not appeared yet, not even as a corpse.

Thinking back to where Per had come from, Gorsa glanced at Froco, who was trying to conceal his presence, and suddenly realized the truth of the matter.

"Douglas will be dead soon, won't he?"

"He has reached the finish line."

Gorsa tensed his muscles. "Thank you for your help."

He understood that Pell must have done something after Thor left. Otherwise, the Eye of the Abyss and Douglas wouldn't have disappeared so completely.

He didn't even realize what Pei'er had done.

Moreover, Gorsa suspected that the person in front of him, Pei'er, was not actually Pei'er.

Floco likely discovered this much earlier.

He remembered that Froco had just said that the Deathbringer's ability was observation. But this ability to observe could lead the observed person directly to their end.

It's as if the Death Demon, upon witnessing your demise, will skip the entire process and arrive directly at the end of your life.

And Pell just said that she was looking at Douglas.

At that moment, Byron, who had just swum out of the sea, flew to Pell with a half-elf and several consciousnesses.

Byron asked directly, "Excuse me, where is Saul? Is he alright?"

Pei'er was surprisingly patient, perhaps because she didn't have anything urgent to do. "He needs to go out and clear his head, to digest some knowledge that's not at his current level."

After saying that, her eyes glazed over, a hint of confusion in her expression. "If we just become 'us,' everything will be solved... Why don't you want to?"

Hearing that Thor should be alright, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Pelle had answered Byron's question, Hermann mustered his courage and stepped forward, "May I ask, when will Master be able to?"

"When he feels it's okay."

The wind demon, who had been following Byron, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She looked at the face that was exactly like her own, yet utterly unfamiliar. "Are you Pei'er?"

Pei'er turned her head and looked at the Wind Demon. Facing this face that was exactly the same as hers, Pei'er's eyes were no different from the way she looked at Gorsa, Byron, and the others.

"I am Pei'er, and yet I am not Pei'er, not entirely Pei'er." As if remembering something, she suddenly smiled. "The Fateline has always been a single thread. Only Thor is a separate individual. Isn't that interesting?"

The wind demon's expression changed, and he took two steps back.

Floco's long-held fears had come true. He groaned inwardly, "Have you asked enough? Still asking? Can't you let him go home? You called him here, he went through all that trouble to save the day, and now you won't let him go home and rest? Good heavens, that's Death Note! Why is Death Note so gentle?! It doesn't make sense!"

From the moment Pei'er appeared, many people realized that she was no ordinary person and noticed that her behavior and abilities did not match her status.

But because of the urgency of the situation, everyone assumed that the person in front of them was Pei'er. However, now that the truth has been revealed, silence has fallen among them.

So, was Pei'er devoured and assimilated by the Death Demon the instant she entered the Illusionary World?

This assimilation is silent and complete, finished before consciousness can even react, leaving no chance for struggle.

If we consider this assimilation as pollution, then the pollution of the Deathbringer is hundreds of times greater than that of the Abyss Anchor!

All that talk about recuperation, adaptation, and taking a different path is a lie.

As for why she lied before, only the Death Demon knows.

……

Douglas could never have imagined that his plan to sacrifice the wizarding world, to survive until the Eye of the Abyss perished in order to extract some key knowledge for advancing to the sixth rank, would ultimately result in him being the one sacrificed.

He never imagined that in this small wizarding world, he would encounter a freak and a group of lunatics. And he was actually outsmarted by these low-level beings.

What he couldn't have imagined was that encountering a Deathbringer was already a near-zero probability event. Yet, the little Deathbringer actually managed to summon an older one? This meant that after barely surviving the final burst of the Eye of the Abyss, he ultimately fell into the gaze of the real Deathbringer.

Douglas had only heard of the Deathbringer's deeds before, but had never actually seen one.

It wasn't until he weakly escaped from the eye of the abyss and was watched by a gaze that he realized what it meant to "see one's own end."

The most terrifying thing is that when he saw his own end, his life, his soul, and his consciousness also came to a true end at the same moment.

Douglas, who was just one step away from the sixth tier, officially ended his performance in a theater he had never imagined.

There weren't even any lines for their exit.

After witnessing Douglas's complete demise, Pell, or rather, the Deathbringer, smiled with satisfaction, as if she had just enjoyed a good show. She transformed back into an arc of light and vanished into the horizon.

I left this world riddled with holes.

And at the very moment the Deathbringer departed, the barrier that had shrouded the wizarding world for centuries, blocking all the paths to advancement for wizards, shattered silently.

Some of the shattered fragments of the confinement fell into the starry sky, while others landed in the wizarding world, bringing a new wave of disasters or opportunities.

Although Douglas's plan to use an entire continent to contain the Eye of the Abyss failed, it still brought unimaginable and terrible disasters to the entire wizarding world.

Iskapper was the most seriously injured.

The result of hundreds of eyestorms was that nearly half of the land instantly became uninhabitable polluted land.

Even after the Eye of the Abyss died, it never recovered.

It will take another hundred years to restore the land to a habitable state.

The second severely damaged area was the Chaotic Realm. After investigation by the Tribunal, it was confirmed that this was the continent of Deseldir, which had been swallowed up, but ultimately, people decided to use "Chaotic Realm" as the name of the new continent.

Perhaps it's because they're afraid that someone might not recognize this land after traveling through interstellar space.

Klee has already left the Chaotic Realm, but they didn't bring all the native inhabitants with them. After all, these people are used to a near-magic-free environment and can't adapt to the outside world in a short time.

The continents of Stat and Neflet suffered the least damage, but even they sustained considerable losses due to the chaotic elemental particles during the turbulent storm that caused the Eye of the Abyss to disappear. Furthermore, the subsequent shattering of the confinement triggered a new wave of disaster.

But it didn't turn into a dead end like Iskepar's.

As a result, both continents received a large number of refugees from Iskeper, and in the postwar calm, they licked each other's wounds together.

At the same time, the number of second and third-tier wizards plummeted.

When fighting the anchor monsters of the Eye of the Abyss, although the red worms act as meat shields, the more agile anchor monsters can still easily take the lives of a large group of wizards in one encounter, completely transforming them into monsters.

If the Eye of the Abyss hadn't later tried to withdraw its power and leave, no more than three hundred wizards would have survived.

But what's encouraging is that this wizarding world finally has a future to look forward to.

Of course, once the world's confinement is lifted, the wizards here will inevitably face the impact of the outside world's civilization again, but this is an inevitable path for progress, an opportunity, and a challenge.

As for how far they will ultimately go, that depends on the outcome of their individual efforts.

The wheel of time keeps turning forward.

Tender green shoots sprouted from the once barren earth.

The clouds overhead were no longer pitch black.

Byron stepped onto the damp ground, his shoe sinking into the mud.

Despite his stunningly handsome face, he stubbornly maintained a deadpan expression.

"The pollution index has dropped to a level that a second-tier wizard can tolerate. Although we can't relocate the population yet, we can still send some wizards to explore and seek out some rare resources."

On Byron's shoulder lay a plump, red worm with a dozen snail-like antennae on its head, constantly receiving and sending signals.

"It can withstand pollution, but it's still very dangerous," the half-elf said.

"If you're afraid of danger, why become a wizard? Opportunity and risk go hand in hand; that's the meaning of an equal exchange."

Byron lifted his foot, and some black sap gushed out from the sunken soil, sticking to the sole of his shoe and being pulled into threads with his movements.

Before Byron could even reach out, a brown tree root suddenly emerged from the soil in another direction, plunging directly into the pool of black slime and draining the liquid from its source.

The black slime immediately turned into black, dry clods of earth.

Byron continued walking as if he hadn't seen anything. "Xia has advanced to the fourth tier?"

The half-elf chuckled, "Envious? But it's okay, you'll be soon too."

Byron shook his head. "If it weren't for Thor, I wouldn't have been able to break through to the third level of wizard apprentice. I'm satisfied with how far I've come. As long as there's a road ahead, I won't stop. Faster or slower, it doesn't matter."

(End of this chapter)