Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 177 You guys are ruthless.

Seeing Ferguson take another step forward, his eyes already filled with murderous intent, Thor quickly pushed the door open a crack.

"Senior, there's no need to be angry. I still need to study this candle to avoid causing trouble for either of us. Besides, even if this transaction is canceled, we can still discuss other materials, can't we?"

Ferguson, who was about to lose his temper, suddenly calmed down.

The unexpected function of the candle made him momentarily forget his original intention.

The candles were just bait to control Thor; what he really needed to save his life was still in the second warehouse.

"Then give me back the magic crystal!" Ferguson said expressionlessly, extending one hand.

"Okay, I'll go in and get it now." Thor smiled, then turned his head... and froze on the spot, motionless.

When Ferguson saw that Saul had agreed verbally but stood there motionless, he felt like he had been tricked again.

Five hundred magic crystals wouldn't be a huge loss for a level three apprentice, but it wasn't a small amount either. If Thor dared to steal it, Ferguson would beat him half to death even if it meant blocking the door, and then take it back.

Even after being urged, Thor remained standing still.

Ferguson stepped forward and shook his arm again. "Otherwise, give me the candle!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ferguson, who was about to explode with anger at Saul, finally noticed something amiss.

Inside the bronze door, which Thor had pushed open a crack, a vibrant array of colors shone through.

The swaying motion resembles ripples on water, and the changing colors are dazzling.

"Is this what the inside of the bronze gate looks like? I don't recall Kugin ever mentioning it."

Ferguson was not a warehouse manager after all, and Kugin would not tell him everything.

So Ferguson didn't notice that although Thor's hand was only on the right side of the bronze door, both doors were pushed inward a little at the same time!

Thor dared not move.

Although Kaz had only explained the rules to him once, he remembered every single one of them clearly.

When pushing open the first metal door, you can only open one of the doors, either the left or the right. If both doors are opened simultaneously, stand still until the doors close.

So when Thor turned around and saw that both doors were open inward, he immediately stood still and dared not move.

Even after Ferguson leaned in and snatched his candle, he remained motionless.

Like a sculpture.

Ferguson also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"I've taken the candle. For the next transaction... I... will... go..."

Thor stared blankly at Ferguson in front of him.

Ferguson stood before him, holding a red candle in his hand, his lips still moving.

But he himself didn't realize that his lips were moving slower and slower, and his voice was becoming increasingly indistinct.

From Thor's perspective, slender white arms were extending from the inside of the double-leafed bronze door.

Those arms had the same slender fingers, long and soft, like noodles that had been cooked for hours.

But they were very strong, wrapping around Ferguson's body several times, slowly pulling him through the gate.

Ferguson remained oblivious, his mouth opening and closing.

Noodle-like fingers burrowed into his mouth, nostrils, ears...

Thor couldn't hear what the other person was saying at all.

As Ferguson was gradually being wrapped up like a mummy by "noodles," Thor didn't dare to move. Only his eyes trembled slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw Ferguson also becoming soft, being slowly and gradually stuffed into the door crack that was only the width of a fist by those white hands.

Ferguson remained completely oblivious until his face was swallowed by the door, still staring at Saul as if waiting for his answer.

But he will never get to see it.

After swallowing Ferguson, the interior of the bronze gate churned with iridescent light, rising and falling like waves. Thor felt as if he were on a beach, hearing the giant waves capsizing ships.

Even as Thor stiffly waited for the door to close, long, slender fingers, as soft as noodles, once again emerged from inside the door.

A drop of cold sweat instantly seeped from the pores of the skin, gradually grew larger, slid down, and took away more of its companions.

Pale fingers traced the floor, the walls, and the ceiling, tapping, patting, and groping incessantly…

They are searching for any leftover food scraps.

These fingers gradually touched Thor's ankle and began to climb up his calf.

This action is exactly the same as the action of devouring Ferguson just now.

Thor could almost see himself bound, squeezed and deformed like a piece of crystal clay, and then forcibly pulled into a narrow crack in the door.

He wanted to run, but his diary reminded him that if he moved, he would really turn into dough and be kneaded by his hands.

So Thor didn't dare blink, nor did his pupils tremble. He just stood there, his whole body stiff.

I fantasize that I am like those corpses around me.

Finally, the noodle-like fingers slowly retreated, reluctantly retracting back into the bronze gate.

The vibrant colors inside the door gradually stopped fluctuating, and the door slowly closed.

Thor kept his eyes fixed on the crack in the door, and finally waited until the bronze door began to close.

Once the two doors were completely shut, Thor collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo..." After a few heavy breaths, Thor smoothed his sweat-soaked hair and slowly stood up, supporting himself on the ground.

He turned around and saw the crowded horde of corpses in the corridor.

They all faced the direction where Ferguson had disappeared, and their usually expressionless faces suddenly broke into eerie smiles.

So delicious, so delicious...

Thor took two steps back until his heels hit the door before he quickly stopped.

He was extremely nervous and turned around to check, making sure the door was tightly closed without any sign of being opened, before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ferguson was dragged inside the gate, and his chances of survival are slim.

This matter probably needs to be reported to Instructor Kaz.

But before that, there's something Thor has to deal with.

"You..." Thor looked at the horde of corpses still standing facing the gate, "When are you going back?"

Previously in the second warehouse, the horde of zombies was also attracted by the red candles, but when the candles went out, the horde would automatically return to their positions.

But now that the candles have entered the colorful world through the bronze gate, and the gate is closed, why haven't these corpses gone in yet?

Thor waited a while, staring at a group of terrifying guys who were pretending to be honest.

These guys still refuse to go back.

Each corpse is numbered and represents the most important supplies in the warehouse; Thor cannot allow them to remain outside the warehouse.

Seeing that the horde of corpses did not move, Thor sighed deeply.

He carefully pushed the bronze door again. This time, the right side of the door opened separately, revealing a normal room without the iridescent ripples.

Thor looked at the horde of corpses again, and asked with a hint of pleading, "The door's open, can you go back now?"

……

On this day, May 4, 316, the disappearance of Third-Class Ferguson had not yet caused a great uproar among the apprentices.

On this day, a newly recruited second-level apprentice named Thor spent several hours carrying nearly a hundred stiff, heavy corpses from the corridor on the first floor of the East Tower back to the second warehouse.

He had considered using the Mage's Hand, but like Ferguson, the magic that constituted the Mage's Hand was completely absorbed the moment it touched the corpses; only pure physical contact could move these heavy bodies.

After placing the last body down, Saul took out the warehouse manual and, expressionless, checked the body numbers one by one. Once he was sure that none of them were missing, he threw the manual back onto the table.

He pushed the large box under the abandoned candlestick directly in front of the horde of corpses, plopped down on it, panting heavily, and scanned the standing bodies one by one.

"I think I've figured it out," Thor said, his arms trembling slightly with exhaustion. "Aside from the few corpses of the official wizards, you all went out to watch the spectacle?"

Although these corpses were infamous, Thor, who had already had close contact with them nearly a hundred times, couldn't muster any sense of awe at this moment.

"If you want red candles, I have a few here. Is it really necessary to go through all that trouble to run outside the warehouse?"

Thor wanted to knock those who ran away out of the way on the head, but when he thought about how they behaved after Ferguson disappeared, he chickened out.

At this point, all he could do was mutter complaints, "I went out, so why can't I come back? You guys really weren't just taking me for a walk?"

(End of this chapter)