Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 194 A Dilemma

Victor let out a somewhat embarrassed sigh, looking at the tangled black tentacles on the ground and Thor squatting on the first floor with his hands covering his ears, and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's really interesting."

He held onto the handrail, gripped his harp, and slowly walked down the stairs.

"As a second-level apprentice, Thor, you have truly surprised me. Although I am just... among the ordinary people and wizarding apprentices who come here, only you have been able to continuously break free from my musical drama."

Victor tidied his hair, which was a little messy from dodging, and ignoring the bloodstains on his body, he transformed back into the somewhat melancholic handsome man.

Then another loud bang came from upstairs, and one after another, as if the people upstairs were also fighting, and it was getting more and more intense.

Victor quickened his pace, "It's a pity I don't have time to be curious anymore. Whatever the reason, your mental aptitude must be frighteningly high. That's great."

Thor remained silent, still covering his ears.

Victor wasn't surprised. He stepped over the tentacles hanging haphazardly on the stairs. "Ah, I forgot, you're exhausted right now. That long chant you just uttered was called 'Sleep.' Aside from being a bit inelegant, it's usually quite effective. You're probably limp and powerless by now, just wanting to fall asleep quickly, right? Don't resist, you won't be afraid once you're asleep."

However, no sooner had Victor finished speaking than Thor suddenly did two high kicks on the spot.

Victor: "..."

This time, his expression truly changed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Impossible! Even if you cover your ears, you can't block out the long song!"

Thor tilted his head slightly, letting Victor see his left ear.

A little bright red blood oozed from his ear.

"You've made yourself deaf!"

Thor straightened his head and said in a slightly higher voice than usual, "So you don't need to say too much. My lip reading is so-so. If you speak too fast, I won't be able to understand you."

Victor's breath hitched, his chest heaved violently, and his usual elegant and brooding demeanor cracked in several places.

Only when he heard voices from upstairs again did he calm down and slowly say, "This long tune really needs some adjustments. It's only suitable for sneak attacks, not for head-on confrontations."

Thor nodded. "That speaking speed is alright."

Victor scoffed. "You really think you can evade my attack just because you can't hear me?"

"Of course not," Thor replied cooperatively. "Your strength is more than level two."

Victor smiled, not denying it. "You've really given me a lot of surprises today. But that's all for now. Some beautiful music can still be heard even if you're deaf, have a cracked skull, or a rotting body, because your soul still loves to sing."

Victor parted his lips slightly.

However, he then made a hoarse sound.

Victor raised his hand to cover his throat and slowly exhaled.

The breath that escaped from his throat condensed into white ice crystals the instant it entered the air.

Seeing the breath coming from Victor's mouth and the ice crystals that started from his neck and spread outwards from his body, Thor finally felt a weight lifted from his heart.

Victor opened his mouth again, but no sound came out.

He looked down and saw soft, scattered black tentacles on the ground.

The tips of these tentacles were covered with tiny ice crystals, and even Victor couldn't see the traps on them when they moved at high speed.

"The touch of freezing cold..."

The trembling voice was so faint that Thor could only roughly guess what Victor was saying by reading his lips.

Now that he is deaf, Victor's harp can no longer confuse him.

Since Victor was mute, he was also unable to use his voice to attack Thor.

With each attack and defense, Thor finally narrowed the huge gap in strength between himself and Victor.

Victor's most terrifying quality lies in the deceptive nature of his musical comedy.

Thor had never seen such witchcraft before, so he was powerless to resist when he first met Victor and was drawn into the other's rhythm.

He swung his right hand sharply at Victor, whose body was stiff, and several translucent worms flew toward the latter.

Victor struggled to move his frozen body, dodging the worms, but the next second, black tentacles that had fallen to the ground began to wrap around him, turning the immobile Victor into a half-mummy.

Only the eyes are visible.

It has a Gorsa-like feel to it.

Unfortunately, their eyes don't look alike at all.

At this moment, the worm that had fallen to the ground finally slowly crawled onto Victor's body.

The little algae parted its tentacles slightly to allow the worm to crawl into its body from under its feet.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Victor offered no further resistance, seemingly frozen in consciousness, awaiting Thor's final execution.

But Saul remained vigilant. He glanced every now and then at the open diary before him.

The diary's white pages were densely covered with notes detailing Saul's tragic death.

Going upstairs will kill you.

I'll die if I don't go upstairs.

Attacking Victor will result in death.

Thor could only analyze the situation and stall for time, repeatedly strategizing ways to survive.

It wasn't until he faced repeated death warnings that he finally confirmed that Victor's most terrifying sorcery was his voice!

In his diary, Saul died twice from the harp's attack and ten times from Victor's voice!

Before me, the last warning in the diary was:

[May 29th, 316th year of the lunar calendar]

You're willing to harm yourself.

Finally, they escaped the harp's sonic manipulation.

You froze his lips.

Finally, the attack that directly targeted the mind was blocked.

But when you step forward, ready to uncover the secrets of the person in front of you...

you are dead. 】

As Saul looked at the words in the diary, he felt no joy at having captured the enemy.

This time, the diary didn't even specify how Thor died.

"Does going forward mean I'll be killed? Or will other enemies appear?"

Thor can't hear anything now, and can only judge the intensity of the battle on the rooftop by the faint vibrations of the ground beneath his feet and the dust falling from above.

Thor took one step back, then two steps back.

He really wanted to take the opportunity to kill Victor, and it would be even better if he could capture the other's soul consciousness.

He believed that Victor must know the secret of the manor.

At least he knows why Ralph Manor has become what it is now.

But whenever he tried to take Victor away, or even just get close, the diary would inform Saul in concise language, "You are going to die."

This time, however, no scene materialized, leaving Thor unable to pinpoint the source of the danger to his life.

The last time he encountered such a death warning without any foreshadowing was when he was surrounded by circles of strange beings in his mentor Katz's lab late at night.

If the Tower Master hadn't appeared, Thor would have been stuck in that laboratory forever.

Therefore, upon seeing similar warnings again, Thor did not act rashly.

"What if I run away, and leave Ralph Manor right now?"

This time, the contents of the diary have finally changed.

[May 29th, 316th year of the lunar calendar]

You have learned to be cautious.

Away from danger,

But the good times didn't last long.

When you try to leave here,

A giant worm fell from the sky.

It smells your scent.

I'm drooling over your delicious body.

Now, please tell me,

Is the insect's belly warm?

"Even escaping isn't an option?" Thor was a little confused, but he immediately realized something more serious.

When was he "trying to escape from here"?

It seems like now!

"boom--"

A tremendous cracking sound echoed throughout the castle, and countless pieces of wall debris, wood chips, and stones rained down from the sky.

Falling down alongside them were none other than the long-lost white-haired wizard Kron and his apprentice Swan.

Kron was covered in wounds.

A green bud sprouted from each wound, making her look like a lush, verdant sapling in early spring.

But Kroner is still considered good.

His apprentice Swan... only had his upper body left, and the cross-section of the wound on his waist was actually a piece of wood!

Thor could see Kron cursing as he got up, while Swan just lay on the ground, his mouth agape in agony.

"boom--"

Another loud bang.

Thor didn't hear it, but he sensed it.

A huge white shadow fell from above and smashed directly onto Kron, covering his entire body with white flesh.

Half a meter away, Swann, who had escaped unharmed, could only stare wide-eyed and let out a terrified wail!

Thor's back was instantly soaked with sweat.

The second white shadow to fall from overhead—was a giant worm!

(End of this chapter)