Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 15 Come on! Let's go!

Thor pressed his fingers against the puppet, unsure whether to pick it up or put it down.

"Why do I always receive death warnings? Am I just incredibly unlucky, or is this the norm in the Wizard's Tower?"

Thor slowly and tentatively released his grip, only to find that he had not turned into a puppet and was lying on the ground.

"So it seems that if the puppet wants to take over my body, she can't do it alone. I need to open the cabinet or face multiple puppets to do so."

Thor walked around the puppet and prepared to take the small bucket containing the trash.

"Since you're not going to obediently go back to the closet, then you can be my trash!"

However, Thor's joy came too soon.

New writing appeared on the hardcover book.

[May 21th, 314th year of the lunar calendar]

Because you were lazy, you threw the puppet into the trash can.

While this is indeed where it should be, the small bucket can contain the trash, but it can't contain the props.

When you come back to the lab the next day, it's like a hurricane has swept through.

Enraged, Senior Mark wouldn't listen to your explanations and licked away all your skin, flesh, and internal organs...

You have become a skeleton.

Your left hand is happy.

Thor immediately jumped back, grabbed the puppet from the ground, and said, "You're ruthless! Putting it in the cabinet meant it was going to die anyway, not putting it in meant it was going to die!"

He held the doll, wanting to crush it with all his might.

But the doll was very sturdy; even with Thor's strength, he couldn't remove one of its arms.

Thor gave up trying.

Because when he exerted force, the doll seemed to smile slightly.

Although there was no death warning, Thor still felt that breaking the puppet wasn't a good thing.

"Let's take it outside the lab and find somewhere to throw it away," Thor thought tentatively.

The hardcover book did not issue another warning, but instead retracted to his left shoulder.

"call--"

Thor breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around, intending to inspect the last stretch of road before leaving immediately.

However, he had just turned around...

"Splash splash splash..."

I heard a clattering sound behind me as something fell to the ground.

The glass cabinet doors were wide open, and the puppets inside were scattered all over the floor.

As Saul turned around, he inevitably met the eyes of one of the puppets.

"Help me, help me, help me..."

"Help me, help me, help me..."

"I want one too, I want one too..."

"Help me, help me, help me..."

In an instant, it seemed as if the voices of hundreds of people were ringing in Thor's mind.

Thor no longer cared about the warning that Mark would kill him the next day, and turned to run. However, as soon as his feet left the ground, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

Saul tried to get up, but found his limbs stiff as wood.

A numbing sensation was slowly spreading from his limbs to his torso and brain...

"No!"

Thor recalled Monica's teachings on meditation from earlier that day and immediately began to recall the details of the human-monster walking diagram in his mind.

Despite having neither a map nor a crystal ball to aid his meditation, Thor still entered a meditative state in the face of this life-or-death crisis.

The cacophony of sounds around me immediately lessened, but did not disappear completely.

The numbness retreated from the internal organs back to the limbs.

If Monica were here, she would probably be amazed that Thor's mental talent was even better than she had imagined.

Thor still couldn't get up and run away; his limbs remained stiff as wood.

"No, I can still move my left hand!"

Thor felt that his skeletal left hand was not stiff and could still bend and stretch flexibly.

He channeled all his strength into his left hand and crawled on the ground, trying to get away from the puppets behind him.

But as soon as he moved his left hand, he was unable to maintain his meditation, and the numbness spread along his body again.

Simply maintaining meditation cannot solve the predicament; in fact, he may even fall into a desperate situation after his mental energy is exhausted.

Thor simply abandoned meditation and focused on crawling using the strength of his left arm, dragging his body along...

Only when the numbness spreads to his chest will Thor pause, resume his meditation, and allow the stiffness to recede into his limbs.

And so, he kept switching between crawling and meditating, crawling and meditating, slowly and painstakingly approaching the laboratory door.

Thor's left hand was already on the laboratory door. "I never thought that live experiment would save me."

The laboratory door opens inwards, and Saul needs to get up and pull the handle.

But as he struggled to prop himself up with his left hand, trying to lean against the wall, the door suddenly opened by itself.

Mark poked half his face out from behind the door, his eyes staring intently down at Saul, revealing large patches of white in his eyes.

"Sol, what are you doing?"

The appearance of familiar faces only plunged Thor into an icy abyss.

A chill swept over my entire body.

From the angle from which he was lying on the ground, it was clearly visible.

That's not some Mark senior.

It was clearly only a thin half of its face that peeked out from the middle of the door.

The man, seemingly oblivious to his exposure, continued glaring at Thor. "The lab's a mess! Where are you going? Go back and clean it up!"

The large red trash can next to the door suddenly opened its lid by itself.

"Snapped!"

A pair of pale hands rested on the edge of the trash can.

His knuckles bulged and his veins stood out, as if he was exerting force, trying to climb upwards.

A strange "gurgling" sound came from behind Thor, slowly approaching him, and something was rolling towards him.

Thor's teeth started chattering again. He never imagined that even after becoming a wizard's apprentice, he would still be unable to escape his weak, helpless fate of waiting to die.

The hardcover book flew to him again, flipping through the pages rapidly without stopping. On each page that flashed by was written a large character for "death".

It didn't even bother to describe how Thor fell to his death.

"Heh heh... Hahaha..." Thor began to laugh loudly, "Why does death always seem to be targeting me? Is my flesh so delicious? Hahaha..."

He's gone a bit crazy.

"Come on! Come on! Let's all attack together! Let's see who's stronger after turning into a monster! Come on! Hahaha..."

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open wide.

The door slammed into Saul's forehead, knocking him to the ground.

"Hmm!"

Thor's laughter was interrupted; he gasped and instinctively covered his forehead with his hand.

"Wait, I can move my body now?"

The hardcover book quietly shrank back to its left shoulder.

Without time to check, Thor quickly looked up ahead.

Mark's face was now half-disappeared from the door.

The door was pushed open completely, and a man wrapped in pink bandages slowly walked in.

Except for his silver eyes, the man was completely wrapped in bandages.

His ears, nostrils, and not even a single strand of hair were visible.

Stared at by the man's silver eyes, Thor lay motionless on the ground, his mind blank, not even feeling fear.

Fortunately, the man with the pink bandage only glanced at Thor before looking up at the lab and whispering, "Go back."

He looked down at Thor again, the coldness in his eyes fading, replaced by a gentle warmth like clear water.

"New apprentice, why are you spending the night in the lab?"

"overnight?"

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Thor regained all sensation in his body, as if he were himself again.

Thor turned to look at the hourglass on the wall and realized that it had somehow fallen to the 11 p.m. mark.

"When Mark left, it was clearly not even six o'clock yet, so why is it already eleven o'clock now?"

In Thor's perception, he had spent no more than half an hour alone in the lab.

(End of this chapter)