Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 141 He Has Someone Above Him

Byron stepped forward. "Because the principle of this magic circle is simple. We will connect an inductor to your body to record your soul fluctuations, and at the same time search for soul fragments in the soul storm that have the same fluctuations as you, and transmit them into this magic circle. You just need to stand in the center of the magic circle and wait for us to send your soul to your side."

Byron also mentioned a book, which was the blueprint for the magic circle he was preparing.

Morton glanced at it and turned away. "Your magic circle has the function of trapping spirits."

"Yes, but it certainly can't trap you, can it?"

The evil spirit curled its lip. "Then let's begin."

With the evil spirit's approval, Nick immediately assembled the props right under its nose.

Byron then asked Wright to help him draw the magic circle.

However, Wright's mental body was severely damaged, so he could only help Byron with some tasks.

Fortunately, they had prepared for on-site research when they came to Drift Valley, and they brought all the necessary materials with them.

Only large instruments that are inconvenient to carry will be left on the ground.

Wright handed Byron a bottle of red powder, and whispered as they touched it, "Is there... hiss... in me?"

His mouth was distorted from being stepped on, and Byron gave him some basic treatment, but he hasn't fully recovered yet.

Byron continued drawing diligently, believing that "as long as the experimental process is correct, the results will not be wrong."

This answer left Wright somewhat conflicted, but he didn't dare ask any more questions.

Just then, a noise came from Nick's side.

When everyone looked over, they discovered that the components Nick had just assembled had fallen apart.

"Nick!" Byron's face darkened. "Stay focused! Don't let your emotions affect your hands. Have you forgotten how Sid died?"

Nick quickly apologized to Byron, "I'm sorry, senior, I've run into a bit of trouble. Could you please take a look?"

Byron handed the materials he was holding to Wright, got up and walked over, still scolding him.

"You need to learn to work hard on your own; I can't always be there to help you."

Byron gave Nick a few pointers, and after Nick finished setting it up, he immediately went back to continue drawing the magic circle.

The evil spirit stood to the side with its arms crossed, squinting as it watched the two interact, without saying anything.

In fact, he didn't see anything wrong with it either.

Regardless of whether Byron was lying to him or not, the things they brought wouldn't harm him.

But if Byron really was sent by his great-granddaughter, then this may be his only chance to return to the world!

The evil spirit found nothing else, but Saul's eyes widened and he sat up straight after hearing Byron's words.

"Is Senior Byron trying to send me a message?" Thor was somewhat surprised, yet also somewhat relieved.

He began to analyze Byron's intentions.

"How did West Germany die? When I killed West Germany, I asked for help from Senior Sister Kongsha and Senior Brother Byron, but in the end, I actually killed West Germany with my own hands!"

"And what he said to Nick, about learning to work hard on your own—did he mean for me to fight hard?"

What Saul couldn't understand was how Byron could be so sure he was still alive.

From the time they parted ways until the evil spirit used his body to wreak havoc, Byron never appeared again.

What remote observation methods did he use? Or was it just guesswork?

How did Byron know that the evil spirit would possess Thor instead of tearing out his soul and devouring it as it would with others?

Thor saw his hands and a thought struck him. "That's right, Senior Byron is the only one who knows the formula for my body modification. Did he also discover the secret of the Spirit Essence? Is that why he was certain that the evil spirit would choose to possess him? Or did he guess that I would willingly allow the evil spirit to enter the Spirit Essence?"

Actively absorbing evil spirits was a risky attempt by Thor based on theoretical conjecture.

But Byron had worked in the morgue for over a decade. His experiences and knowledge far surpassed Saul's. It wasn't too surprising that he could guess Saul would use the spirit ester.

Saul believed that Byron's decision to do this was most likely based on his trust in him.

Based solely on trust, Byron risked everything to create a chance for him to survive.

"Oh no, I'm going to owe Byron a hundred credits now."

Thor lowered his head and whispered to his diary, "If I were to initiate a battle for consciousness now, what are my chances of survival?"

Words began to appear in the diary.

[May 20th, 316th year of the lunar calendar]

It's strange, someone is already preparing a feast for you.

But you insisted on going to battle early on an empty stomach.

Okay, okay.

Considering the enemy is a mixed bag of trash,

You have a 70% chance of dying a quick death.

There is a 20% chance of becoming an idiot.

There's a 50% chance they'll have the last laugh.

What? Is there only half a percent left?

So,

What if I become a new evil spirit?

Thor chuckled, raising his hand to his forehead. "I never said I was really going to fight ahead of time. It's just... since I have a 50% chance of surviving, then I will survive!"

Thor propped himself up on his knees and slowly twisted his neck to warm up for the upcoming battle.

"Didn't Senior Byron just say that one can't always rely on others? Now that I already have a chance of success, with your help, I'll not only survive..."

"Heh, maybe we can even give him a good beating!"

Byron didn't know Saul's current condition, nor whether Saul could understand the messages he was secretly conveying. Now he could only take a gamble.

If Thor cannot defeat the evil spirit's consciousness, then Byron will have no choice but to abandon him and leave while the evil spirit is preoccupied with merging with his soul.

Byron had now finished drawing the magic circle. He stood up and looked at Morton.

"Lord Morton, everything is ready. Please enter the magic circle."

The evil spirit swept its cold gaze over the three people present and strode towards the magic circle.

But then Byron suddenly spoke up and stopped the evil spirit.

"Lord Morton, you are now required to leave Thor's body to facilitate the fusion of the soul fragments."

Thor, who had been eagerly anticipating his attack, immediately stopped. "Could that be Byron's plan?"

If the evil spirits can leave Thor's body on their own, they can escape together while the evil spirits are merging with his soul.

Thor would then no longer need to engage in the extremely dangerous battle of consciousness.

However, Morton did not grant Thor and Byron's wishes. "I'm very comfortable with this body. My presence here doesn't hinder my fusion of the fragments."

Nick stepped forward. "Lord Morton, I suggest you get out of Thor's body. Your presence inside someone else's body will inevitably affect the accuracy of the wave transmission."

Morton glared at Nick. "With your lousy equipment, even removing one body won't reduce the error much. If this soul storm wasn't truly about to dissipate, I wouldn't have given you this chance at all."

Nick immediately looked at Byron, somewhat anxious.

"What, you want to save him?" Noticing the two's subtle movements, the evil spirit pointed to its own body and asked.

Byron looked troubled and pleaded again, "We dare not disobey your wishes. However, this apprentice's identity is rather special. Could you, for Mrs. Yura's sake, let him go this time?"

Morton scoffed. "Yura? She sent you to me, yet she can't even afford to sacrifice a lowly apprentice?"

Byron looked troubled. "This isn't Lady Yura's problem... Thor... he's actually our Tower Master's student."

(End of this chapter)