Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 152 Thor hasn't come yet.

Chapter 152 Thor Hasn't Returned Yet

[The dead? So I'm already dead? Yes, I died in the Valley of Fallen Hands. The despicable Knath family betrayed me! Those vile demons of the No Man's Land, they actually fabricated the lie of a third-tier wizard's death! Those scoundrels!!!]

Although the other person's voice could not be heard, the diary faithfully translated Morton's discontent.

"Yes, Your Majesty, please describe the witchcraft you are skilled in. For example, are you adept at influencing souls with curses?"

[The soul? I won't study such unrealistic things. Only tangible power fascinates me!]

"In that case, the evil spirit shouldn't leave any hidden dangers in my consciousness space. Of course, I still need to check it carefully again."

Since the soul in the diary cannot lie, Thor felt somewhat relieved. He feared that his headache was due to some curse left behind by the evil spirit within him.

Curses are the most elusive and inexplicable things; even third-level apprentices rarely delve into this area of knowledge.

One wrong move and you could be cursed back.

Therefore, West Germany was truly determined to kill Thor, which is why they dared to use one forbidden ability after another.

"Then, could you tell me more about your great-granddaughters, Yura and Kira?"

[Yura and Kira? They both possess wizarding talent, and quite good talent at that. Both are equally stubborn; one is focused on spiritual research, the other is forever honing her physical abilities…]

Time flies, and before you know it, the blue hourglass reminds Thor that it's almost ten o'clock.

Although Morton's handwriting was still clear, Saul put away his diary and stopped asking questions.

Recalling Morton's words, his expression became somewhat solemn.

"The struggles in the wizarding world are truly brutal. Compared to that, those who died in the wizarding tower are nothing. If it weren't for the human forces controlled by wizards responsible for development and continuation, this world would have been wiped out long ago, wouldn't it?"

"For now, it's confirmed that my headaches are mainly due to the instability of my mental body caused by the battle in the consciousness space. The lingering resentment of the evil spirits isn't much; its impact on me is limited to giving me a few nightmares."

"However, the linoleic acid in the bag cannot be used for the time being."

Although most of the soul fragments absorbed by the evil spirit dissipated with its disintegration, many were still actively absorbed by the spirit ester.

Furthermore, a qualitative change caused by a quantitative change occurred before the ester melted.

Thor took the black crystal ball out of the cabinet and held it in his skeletal hands.

"68 joules..." Thor put down the black crystal ball and sighed, "This trip was much shorter than expected, but the gains were substantial. Once I reattach my plastic bones, my magic power will probably break through again, perhaps approaching 80 joules. That will be close to the 100 joules of magic power required for a level three apprentice."

No one would have thought that Thor's magic power would have increased by more than half as soon as he entered level two.

"On the contrary, there's still no clue about the locator for advancing from level two to level three. Although the diary is my natural locator, it's clear that simply possessing a locator isn't enough. As you can see from the battles in the realm of consciousness, I can only use the diary as a weapon, instead of directly affecting ideology like others do."

Just then, a few regular knocks on the door interrupted Thor's thoughts.

It must be Byron who came to find him.

However, Thor still turned his head and asked, "Who?"

"Sol, are you back?"

It was Byron's hoarse voice.

Thor smiled. "I'm back."

He got up to unlock the door, but halfway there he heard Byron seemingly talking to someone.

"...He hasn't come back yet."

Thor's steps froze in mid-air.

Another lively, slightly ingratiating voice rang out, "They probably have something to discuss with... How about we come back tomorrow?"

Thor put his foot down and raised his voice, "Byron? Wright? Is that you?"

But the people outside seemed not to hear him and continued talking.

"Um……"

"Byron, you must put in a good word for me tomorrow!"

"Hmm~" came the tone of refusal.

"Don't be so heartless. How about I give you one of my maids?"

"Hmm~~~" came the repeated, roundabout ways of refusing.

The sound gradually faded away, leaving Saul standing stiffly in the room.

After a long while, as if he had come to his senses or perhaps mustered up his courage, Thor slowly turned around and turned his body around.

He saw himself sitting quietly in a chair, his head slightly lowered, as if he were asleep.

After a long, long pause, Thor lowered his head, looked at his hands with intact skin, and trembled slightly.

"I... am dead?"

He tried to calm himself down.

The immense mental shock of seeing his own body for just a moment caused Thor's vision to blur.

Fortunately, Thor managed to regain his composure in time and avoid a breakdown.

"Impossible." He closed his eyes, then opened them again. His body was still sitting quietly in the chair. "The diary gave no warning, and I can still sense the connection between myself and my body."

The connection, though not obvious, is very strong.

The wandering souls of the dead do not have such a sense of security in their final resting place.

Saul walked back to the chair, trying to sit back down.

But when he stood up again, he was disappointed to find that only his soul had stood up.

Turning his head, Thor, sitting there, looked like a statue; his chest was still rising and falling, yet he seemed like a dead man.

Thor knew that even if he lived, it was dangerous for his soul to be separated from his body for an extended period of time.

He tried various methods to return to his body, but none of them worked.

Saul looked down at his shoulder; the diary was now floating on the shoulder of his soul.

This gave Saul some peace of mind. In any case, the diary remained with him.

"Otherwise, should I go out to rescue them? I don't even know if anyone will be able to detect my presence."

He walked to the door and instinctively reached out to open it, but his hand slipped through the handle. He stumbled forward and his upper body ended up running out of the dormitory, into the corridor outside.

Thor quickly regained his balance and was about to continue forward when he found that there seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of him, blocking his way.

He was stuck against the wall at that moment, looking out he saw the corridor, and turning around he saw the dormitory.

"I've learned how to walk through walls, though." Thor chuckled to himself and changed direction to continue exploring.

After exploring for a while, he discovered something very strange.

He was confined to a circle, unable to stray too far from his body. However, the circle was not centered on his body.

Thor's body is located at just a point on the edge of this circle.

His soul's activity sphere is within this circle.

When Thor stood at the dormitory door, the distance between him and his body was exactly the maximum distance of this circle, which is the diameter of the circle.

Why is this happening?

Thor couldn't understand it.

If he cannot stray too far from his body because of the body's constraint on the soul, then it should be a circle centered on the body.

In this situation, it's as if the point that truly constrains the scope of Thor's soul's activity isn't in his physical body, but rather at the midpoint between his physical body and his current location.

Having failed to find anything again, Thor stood on the circumference opposite his own body, pondering what to do next.

"If I can't return to my own body, will I die?"

Whether it was psychological or not, as soon as Thor thought of this, he felt a sense of weakness coming from the depths of his soul.

Just then, the diary flew out and unfolded rapidly in front of Thor.

[May 23th, 316th year of the lunar calendar]

Is it satisfying to destroy an evil spirit?

Are you excited after your magic power suddenly increases?

Do you feel that your mental strength has also made a breakthrough?

However, one shouldn't get excited too many times.

In your over-excitement, you've encountered another problem.

Both physical and mental well-being are enhanced simultaneously.

Now, they've started fighting.