Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 166 An Invitation from Kugin

Thor ran down the corridor.

He had just created a new Dead Man's Flower, and the moment he placed it in the corridor, Thor instantly regained his senses.

But this dream did not end there.

Finally, someone discovered his evil deeds and gave chase!

Now, the terrifying hunter has raised his bow and arrow, ready to release the string at any moment.

Thor was forced onto the slope, but then another person appeared on the slope.

The person blocking the way only had half a face, which nearly made Saul, who was running, fall to the ground in fright.

The other party turned out to be Kong Sha, whom we hadn't seen in a long time!

"I've got you." Kong Sha's red lips curled up slightly.

Thor turned around and saw the man chasing him holding a silver-blue longbow, his face grim.

The pursuer behind them was a third-level apprentice.

Compared to him, Kongsha, who seemed terrifying, became a more hopeful way out.

Thor heard himself chanting a spell at lightning speed, so fast that he couldn't even hear the runes within it.

However, just as he was running and chanting incantations, eyeballs suddenly popped out of Kong Sha's head, which was half-filled with white liquid.

These eyes, pressed tightly against the glass wall, were filled with boundless longing and excitement, focusing on the ever-approaching Thor.

"Ah!!! Die—" Thor was about to wave his hand when his mind suddenly went blank, and he completely forgot what he was doing.

Only a short, sharp scream remained...

Thor suddenly opened his eyes and saw that his left cheek was pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles.

He didn't rush to get up from the ground.

This dream seems to end with the murderer's death.

If that's the case, it's not a bad thing.

Saul is finally free from the nausea of ​​tearing into raw meat every time he goes to sleep.

but……

He remained close to the ground, observing his room from this perspective for the first time.

Like a timid voyeur, hiding in the most secret crevices, observing and wary of the outside world.

Thor, maintaining this posture, felt a strange sense of peace.

After a while, he finally got up and glanced at the time.

6 a.m. is just the right time to have breakfast.

Thor was a little hungry.

He raised his right hand, suddenly stuck out his tongue, and gently licked his fingertips, which had turned to bone.

The hunger seemed to be somewhat satisfied, but what followed was a deeper need.

Thor took a deep breath, suppressing his raging emotions, and went into the bathroom.

He filled a basin with water and then plunged in.

Only when his lungs began to groan and his trembling arms could barely support his weight did Saul suddenly raise his head.

Water splashed everywhere, hitting the walls and the floor, and excess water ran down the bridge of the nose, cheeks, and into the collar.

"Damn it!" Thor cursed several times. "I almost lost my senses."

Thor wiped the water off his face with his hands, and the faint stinging from the friction between his bones and skin made him even more alert.

"Has this nightmare butterfly become so terrifying?"

"Is it because the magical radiation inside the wizard's tower amplified its effects, or is it... about to hatch?"

The eye problem has reached a point where it absolutely must be addressed.

Even if the dream's owner goes offline, Thor can't guarantee that he won't be pulled into the dream of someone even more terrifying while he's asleep.

Or rather, consciousness.

"Should we go to Hayden for surgery right now?" Thor thought for a moment, then dismissed the idea. "Although I've prepared materials to seal the cocoon, they're not for the Nightmare Butterfly. I don't know if something might go wrong."

"Don't rush, rushing will only make mistakes." Although he understood that the Nightmare Butterfly was far more dangerous than he had imagined, Thor kept telling himself to stay calm.

"Danger comes from the unknown. I must find out the characteristics of the Nightmare Butterfly. Even if I can't find out, it's good to know more."

Saul patted his left shoulder. "Diary, could you please be a little clearer with your item appraisal descriptions?"

The diary remains silent.

"Let's look in the library." Thor still thought it was unwise to rashly remove the cocoon. If he couldn't find the answer in the library, he could ask his tutor.

If we really don't get anything, it's not too late to go for it again; after all, Saul has his diary to back him up.

After tidying up his appearance, Thor left the dormitory.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a man standing outside who required him to look up to him—Kujin.

"Senior Kugin," Thor immediately flashed his signature polite smile, "did you need something?"

"I have an experiment that needs an assistant. You have Professor Katz's approval, and I believe you have the ability. If you're willing to come, I can give you 10 credits per session."

Priced per transaction?

Moreover, the unit price is quite reasonable.

Thor was immediately intrigued. "I'd be very willing to help you, senior, but I wonder what kind of experiment it will be?"

"The contents of the experiment cannot be disclosed at will. If you have nothing to do now, you can come with me."

Thor didn't move. "Sorry, Senior Kujin, I really have something very important to do right now."

Kugin's face darkened.

Saul immediately suggested, "How about 2 PM today?"

Kukin thought for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement. "Okay, come to my room, 1404, at 2 PM."

Thor immediately replied, "No problem."

Thor maintained his smile as he watched Kukin's departing figure.

Ever since he started working in the morgue, he knew that the apprentices would do some small business deals on the side.

As long as the traded items aren't too outrageous, the mentor usually turns a blind eye.

Having witnessed Kugin and Ferguson's conspiracy, Saul knew this was no small deal.

It's a bait!

Whether or not to take this bait, and how to take it, is still a question.

Saul closed the door and strode towards the library.

But the eye problem is more urgent, and compared to that, the experiment to reshape the hands has to be delayed.

At 6:5 a.m., no apprentices had yet visited the library.

Upon entering the library, Saul saw the young librarian standing arrogantly in the middle.

Without saying hello, he dashed inside, his arm unconsciously brushing against the young man's clothes.

No, it didn't just brush past; it went right through.

Just as the young administrator was about to jump up and yell, he suddenly noticed that a piece of his sleeve was missing.

His mouth, which had just opened wide, suddenly closed, and a piece of his tongue was caught and severed before it could retract, disappearing before it hit the ground.

The young man's lips began to tremble. He slowly raised his head and stared in the direction where Thor had disappeared.

He suddenly cried.

The tears, too, vanished into thin air before they could fall.

Thor had no idea what was happening outside.

He simply followed his memory and began searching for information about the Nightmare Butterfly in the advanced version of the insect chapter of the book on cognition of all things.

However, after searching through the entire catalog, he couldn't find any relevant information and could only quickly move on to the next location.

Advanced Understanding of All Things: The Extraordinary Objects Chapter

No!

Advanced version of cognition of all things: the monster chapter.

No!

Advanced understanding of all things: the supernatural.

No!

Saul put down the last book. Even though he only glanced at the table of contents of each book, the intense information input still made him feel dizzy.

This was the effect of two minor increases in his mental strength; if it were before, he would have had to crawl out by now.

"Should we ask the librarian?" Just as the thought crossed Thor's mind, another idea suddenly came to him.

Dream, nightmare, butterfly.

He looked into the depths of the library, his gaze seemingly piercing through the white mist, and saw the fourteenth row of bookshelves.

Even though the tower master had told Thor before that the person hiding under the fourteenth-floor bookshelf was just his fear, Thor hadn't gone there for a long time.

Even if they did go, they wouldn't specifically seek out knowledge about evil spirits.

So that person remained lying at the very bottom of the fourteenth row of bookshelves, never showing their face.

Thor clenched his fists and silently walked deeper into the library.

Soon, he arrived at the bookshelf that he could not forget for a long time.

As soon as he got here, Thor saw the arm half-exposed outside the partition on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf.

"Even though we know its true nature, it's still difficult to confront fear directly."

Despite saying that, Saul lifted his foot and walked to the front of the bookshelf without the slightest hesitation.

"What is it that terrifies me just by seeing a hand?"

Thor took a deep breath, and a light mist entered his nostrils and was exhaled through his mouth.

He crouched down and slowly tilted his head to the right until it was almost parallel to the ground.

Finally, he saw it.

He saw himself.

It wasn't Thor, it was himself!

Face up, looking blank, his skin covered in dark red lividity.

It was the previous life of the time traveler who died.

Happy New Year! Wishing everyone good health and abundant wealth in the coming year!

Thank you for your support last year. I hope we can continue to walk together in the future and grow into better versions of ourselves!

(End of this chapter)