Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 167 Hunger

Thor hadn't seen himself for a very, very long time.

He was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the person lying there was himself from his past life.

A pitiful corporate slave nearing thirty, with a stubble beard and dark circles under his eyes.

To this day, he still doesn't know why he time-traveled.

Was it a sudden death from working overtime late at night, or did he collapse from alcohol poisoning?

My memories before coming into this world seem to have been wiped out, and all my experiences are as blurry as a dream.

"So what I fear is my death in a past life? Is there something particularly terrifying in the parts of my forgotten memories?"

Inside the library, the surrounding white fog gradually thickened, blurring the view.

"Time is limited, and the mysteries of time travel are clearly beyond my current reach." Thor reached out his hand to the human body in front of him. "Blindly exploring the unknown will only lead to getting deeper into it. Let nature take its course."

As Thor touched the person in front of him, his vision suddenly blurred, the corpse vanished, and the bookshelves transformed back into rows of thick books.

These books are unlike any other books. Each book is at least ten centimeters thick, and the entire book is bound together with a thin silver chain.

A small card hangs from the silver chain, with the title of the book written on it.

The fog began to obstruct Thor's vision, and visibility around him decreased.

Spending too much time deep inside the library can lead to getting lost, which is why mentors use this method to prevent apprentices from getting too much knowledge too quickly.

He lay on the ground, quickly scanning the cards one by one.

Before the bookshelf was completely engulfed by white fog, Saul finally selected two books.

He took out the two books, returned to the aisle between the bookshelves, and looked around.

After determining the direction he had come from, he grabbed the books and ran as fast as he could.

The white fog grew thicker and thicker.

Thor's running speed also decreased.

Finally, just as his speed was about to reach zero, Thor stepped out of the white mist.

The library doors came into view, along with the elderly librarian.

Thor hugged the book tightly and glanced back.

The bookshelves behind him were still shrouded in a light white mist, quiet and serene, waiting for someone to read them. Everything that had just happened seemed like his illusion.

Even though he was almost left in the white fog, the diary did not issue a death warning.

Is this white mist not dangerous? Or is it because he has already advanced to the second level of apprentice?

"Do you want to borrow these two books?" The elderly caretaker, who had been standing at the door suppressing his excitement, actually took the initiative to walk up to Saul when he didn't come over for a while.

Thor turned around at the sound and found that the administrator was practically pressed against his face.

He quickly stepped aside to the right. "Yes."

"Let me see." The elderly caretaker stretched out his hands, actually trying to take Saul's book.

Previously, he would never take the initiative to contact apprentices except to accept money.

Caught off guard, Thor couldn't dodge the administrator's outstretched hand, and the book in his arms was forcibly snatched away.

However, after snatching the book, the other person only glanced at it casually before immediately stuffing it back into Saul's arms.

Everything happened so fast it was as if nothing had happened.

"I don't recommend borrowing these two books for more than three days," he actually advised Solti.

"Did that grumpy old man take his medication today?" Thor wondered in surprise, thanking him repeatedly.

Before leaving the library, Saul couldn't help but look back at the man. The elderly librarian, with his hands behind his back, smiled and nodded at him.

After Saul left, the elderly caretaker raised his hands and looked at them. The tips of his fingers were all shorter, as if they had been swallowed up by something.

But he smiled excitedly.

"You're right, it's the taste of freedom."

……

Thor, holding the book, neither returned to his dormitory nor went to the second warehouse.

He wanted to find a relatively safe place to read the two books.

For example, Kaz's mentor's laboratory.

Each mentor's lab has an apprentice stationed there long-term, responsible for both maintaining the lab and keeping watch.

When an anomaly occurs in the laboratory, the apprentices stationed there will notify their mentors directly through their unique communication devices.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the tutor will arrive quickly.

Thor hadn't been to his mentor Katz's lab in a long time, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a familiar figure.

Angela was writing and drawing at the table, but she seemed distracted and lost in thought, looking rather haggard.

Thor had heard Mark mention that since entering the Wizard Tower, Angela had never worked outside of the laboratory.

No matter which senior colleague was in charge of organizing the lab, she always managed to get a job as an assistant.

Over time, all of Kaz's apprentices came to know who she was.

To use Thor's familiar words, it's like a flowing stream of senior students, but the ever-present Angela.

She never seemed to want to change jobs and stayed contentedly in the lab.

Thor went in and sat down at the table directly opposite Angela.

The sound of a chair being dragged startled Angela from her reverie. She instinctively stood up and reflexively looked towards the door.

Seeing that no one was there, she belatedly noticed Thor across from her.

"Sol, it's been so long since you've come." She tried to smile, but it only made her dark circles under her eyes more noticeable.

"Hmm." Thor, recalling Angela's seemingly split personality last night, unusually offered a greeting, "You look terrible, are you sick?"

"No, no!" Angela immediately retorted curtly, but she quickly realized her tone was too harsh and gave an awkward laugh. "I just haven't been getting enough rest lately."

Since the other party was unwilling to elaborate, Thor naturally wouldn't meddle.

He placed both books on the table, looked at the titles twice, then picked up one of them and began to carefully untie the chain on it.

Angela watched Thor engrossed in his book, hesitant to speak. After much agonizing, she finally couldn't resist speaking.

However, she suddenly raised her right hand, pointing her index finger and blocking her lips.

Oh...

Angela blinked, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.

She lowered her head, and two tears fell onto her robe, spreading out.

Angela quickly propped the book up and, using it as a cover, carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Saul was oblivious to Angela's unusual behavior; the contents of the book had captured his entire attention.

The first book he opened was a collection of stories about horrifying events related to nightmares that had occurred in the wizarding world.

Thor quickly flipped through each story. He wasn't really looking for bizarre tales; he just wanted to see if the words "Nightmare Butterfly" were mentioned.

Surprisingly, Thor actually found the Nightmare Butterfly in the fifth story.

The story is simple.

A powerful and legitimate wizard suddenly discovers that his son has uncovered his secrets and intends to use them to kill him and inherit all his wealth.

The sorcerer knew why his son wanted to kill him.

He became a full wizard at a young age, and his appearance remained that of a middle-aged man. However, his son, lacking talent, was unable to advance beyond the apprentice stage and grew old.

The official wizard felt sorry for his son and, although he thwarted the plot, did not punish him.

Unfortunately, the son did not repent and took advantage of the opportunity to apologize to launch another sneak attack.

This time, the sorcerer directly killed his son.

But the moment he took action, he realized that he was actually the son.

Previously, he had inexplicably acquired the memories of a formal wizard, which confused his own existence.

At the moment of death, the son saw a beautiful silver butterfly fly away from his eye.

At this point in the story, the perspective shifts to an unknown narrator.

He said that the butterfly was caught by a professional wizard when it flew out of his son's brain. After some investigation, he finally confirmed that the butterfly was actually a Nightmare Butterfly, which is extremely rare even in the wizarding world!

But not long after, the official wizard also died.

Before he died, he gouged out his own eyes, pierced his eardrums, cut off his nose, and finally jumped naked into the earth's vein fire, where he was burned to death.

Before he died, he kept shouting, "It's all fake! It's all fake!"

Upon seeing this, Saul slammed the book shut.

"The Nightmare Butterfly really can influence a person's consciousness, or rather, it copies the consciousness of others. If the subject's willpower is insufficient, they will lose themselves as a result..."

Suddenly, a burning hunger surged through Thor's stomach. The craving for food abruptly interrupted his thoughts.

food……

Thor looked up and saw Angela across from him, her eyes slightly red, silently reading a book with her head down.

Thor swallowed hard.

(End of this chapter)