Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 153 Why Knock on the Door?

"A new guest?" Thor immediately thought of the evil spirit that had been following him.

That evil spirit that no one but him had ever seen.

Even the tower master didn't notice, or perhaps he did notice but didn't intend to do anything about it?

Even without evil spirits, leaving one's body in this eerie wizard tower is definitely not a wise move!

"Although I was kicked out, it was only due to an unconscious bodily mutation. My body and my soul should still be the most compatible."

Thor stared at his body, intending to walk over and try again, but as soon as he lifted one foot, he suddenly put it down again.

"No, my current range of movement is a circle, but my body is on the circumference."

"From my current perspective, my body is at the very top of the circle, while I am at the very bottom!"

"This scene looks so familiar, so very familiar!"

"A picture of a walking monster?!"

Thor raised his hands in front of his eyes.

These hands, in their soul form before being altered by the sorcerer's body, are human hands.

But Thor hadn't noticed that the human hands weren't the hands of a fourteen-year-old boy.

These are the hands of an adult.

"This is...my hand, my hand from my past life?"

Thor looked up again, carefully observing the other furnishings in the room.

He finally determined his current height, which was slightly higher than when he was inside the body.

This is the height of an adult.

"I am not Thor, this is my true soul. But this 'me' is relative to the body I'm sitting in..."

"...The monster is the one?"

Thor's heart, like his body, drifted aimlessly.

"Because I'm not the true owner of this body? So I can't go back?"

Thinking of this, Thor felt a chill run down his spine, but it also brought him to his senses.

"Now is not the time to dwell on this; the important thing is to get back quickly," Thor thought with a wry smile.

Mentor Katz is right: the more you know, the more unknowns you will discover.

Thor cleared his mind of these distractions and focused on analyzing the characteristics of the human-monster walking diagram.

If it's a diagram of human-monster movement, or an erosion diagram, Thor, who has been studying it for over two years, has an idea.

He stood at the point furthest from his own body. "Now, I am a monster. I want to become human again."

He moved clockwise, step by step, along the edge of the circle, mimicking the movements on the erosion diagram, slowly approaching his own body.

As soon as he took the first step, Thor sensed something different.

The feeling was vague, but he didn't think much of it and took the second step.

Step three, step four...

This time he could feel that he was indeed changing, as if his feet were being stuffed into a pair of ill-fitting shoes.

It was very uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it after walking around for a while.

Perhaps the shoes were stretched too big, or perhaps my feet had gotten used to the pain.

Change is a good thing.

Thor continued onward.

However, he had only gone halfway when he suddenly saw a dark figure emerge from the direction of the table.

Because he was focused on mimicking the movements of the erosion diagram, Thor didn't dare to move and maintained his original walking pace.

He understood that if he rashly broke out of his current state of immersion, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

The dark figure stood there stunned for a moment, then began to approach Thor's body.

It moved slowly and hesitantly.

Thor was anxious, but his steps remained steady.

As he walked, the angle changed, and the silhouette gradually became clearer.

Its facial features are blurred, with only its eyes visible.

Those eyes were red, and they gazed at Thor's body with a hint of curiosity.

It was this curiosity that led it to gradually approach Thor's body.

Meanwhile, Thor's soul, filled with worry and anxiety, also approached his body.

The shadowy figure seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and it tentatively reached out towards Thor's body.

Thor was only two steps away from his body.

The black hand is still approaching.

Thor could only take one more step at his original speed. Even in his soul form, he could feel the hairs on his body, or rather, the souls of those hairs, standing on end.

The shadowy hand drew closer, its fingertips threading through the disheveled hair, about to touch Thor's forehead.

Finally, Thor took the last step, and he stood up abruptly on the spot where his body was!

Human-demon transformation complete!

Erosion complete!

Thor instantly felt the weight on his body, and he abruptly looked up at what lay ahead.

In a daze, he saw a black hand retreat as if startled, and finally disappear into thin air.

"It's that evil spirit from the Valley of Falling Hands! It actually followed me all the way back to the Wizard's Tower."

But Thor clearly remembered that the tower master said there were no evil spirits in the wizard's tower, otherwise it would be too dangerous for the apprentices. And for Gorsa, the losses were also severe.

"I was just being prejudiced. Maybe it's not an evil spirit."

Thor's head started to ache again. He rubbed his forehead. "Little Algae, haven't you noticed anything?"

The algae remained still.

"What exactly did I bring back from the Valley of Fallen Hands?"

Saul stood up, intending to take a note, but as soon as he straightened up, he felt a wave of drowsiness.

He moved his hands and feet, and his soul did not leave his body again, but the feeling of fatigue became even more pronounced.

"It's probably mental fatigue caused by his soul being separated from his body for too long." Thor didn't want to do any more research. His soul had been tormented for the past two days, and now he couldn't even hold his meditation; all he wanted to do was sleep.

He stood up, holding onto the back of the chair, and scrambled toward his bed.

What should have been a distance of two or three meters felt like an incredibly difficult two or three hundred meters.

After finally getting to bed, he fell asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

……

Hawke hasn't slept well since he found out it was his turn to clean the hallway tonight.

I was half asleep until four o'clock when I was startled awake by the candlelight that suddenly turned on.

He sat there in a daze for a few seconds, then nudged the boy next to him.

The boy didn't sleep well either, because it would be his turn tomorrow.

After being woken up, the boy did not complain and silently sat up.

"If I don't come back, remember to mail this letter for me."

"……good."

Hawke carefully took out a slightly crumpled letter from his pocket and handed it to the boy.

"I'll get it back when I get back, so don't lose it."

"understood."

Hawke then got out of bed, got dressed, and went out.

The job of cleaning the corridors wasn't usually this scary, but recently people have suddenly started dying again.

In just ten days, three servants have died.

It is said that the last time people died this frequently was more than two years ago.

Reporting to the housekeeper was useless; every time, the housekeeper would say that the problem had been solved, but people still died.

So whoever is now in charge of cleaning the second-level apprentice corridor is prepared not to come back.

Hawke is the same.

After successfully cleaning the eleventh floor by pushing the cleaning cart, he cautiously peeked out to look at the twelfth floor.

Before dawn, the candlelight cast a dim yellow glow, making the already deep, curved corridor seem as if it were veiled by a layer of gauze.

You seem to see it clearly, yet you also seem to see nothing clearly at all.

Hawke took a deep breath, buried his head in the cart, and pushed it into the second level.

Hawke encountered no unusual phenomena until he approached the ramp on the opposite corridor, which excited him somewhat.

Once he finishes this section, he only has one more corridor to complete.

He pushed the cart and glanced around at the ground nearby.

There was no strange trash, no bloodstains, and no unpleasant smells.

"Maybe I can just run there."

But just as Hawke was about to push the cart past the second-to-last room, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Hawke froze.

He turned his head to look cautiously.

The knocking came from the room to his right.

But why would someone standing inside the room knock on the door?

I slept...

(End of this chapter)