Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 204 Master

"Hundreds of magic crystals were used up in just a few days."

Thor felt a pang of heartache.

Although Thor used all the materials he already had to make this temporary locator and didn't consume any real magic crystals, it still hurt to see it destroyed.

Brushing the debris off his clothes, Thor decided to leave. However, he had only taken one step when he suddenly saw himself collapse to the ground.

Yes, it's seeing, not feeling.

The moment Thor saw his own back, his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly recovered.

"My soul left my body right after the temporary locator broke?" Thor was vaguely worried.

His soul was always restless inside his body, and as a visitor from another world, he was worried that his body would give out.

Little Algae had no idea what was happening; it simply found its owner had fallen to the ground.

It touched Thor's forehead with its black tentacles, but found nothing unusual; Thor seemed to be asleep.

This kind of thing has happened in the Wizard's Tower as well.

But they haven't left Ralph House yet, isn't it a bit too risky for them to go to sleep now?

The little algae, completely unable to wake Thor, panicked.

The castle continued to collapse, and the collapse even spread to the garden. Stones flew over from time to time and landed next to Thor.

The little algae could easily flick a stone away, but it didn't know how to wake its master.

Just as the simple-minded algae was at a loss, Thor was preparing to return to his body in the same way as before, by imitating the erosion diagram.

But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly saw a shadow spreading and expanding beneath his feet.

The shadows quickly engulfed the lawn, the garden, and his own body...

Was something enormous appearing behind him?

Thor turned his head as if out of control, and he saw the shadow itself.

It was in the basement, there was that distorted soul, like a bubble.

It stood there like a skyscraper.

"What is this...?" Thor couldn't contain his curiosity and, taking advantage of the lack of clues in the diary, stopped to observe for a moment.

Strangely, when he faced the abnormal spirit that had expanded hundreds of times in his soul form, he heard no more whispers from anyone.

Just as Thor was considering whether to run now or wait for the diary's prompt, the towering spirit suddenly shattered into countless powders, and then, drawn by an unknown force... began to rotate!

That look is so familiar.

Thor gasped in shock; he had actually seen a massive soul storm on the surface of the earth!

The soul storm spun faster and faster, transforming into a tornado that howled and swirled, possessing a fierce aura that threatened to engulf the heavens and earth.

However, it seemed that only Thor could see this powerful soul storm, and its ferocious aura could not affect reality.

Even the branches just meters away from the storm only trembled slightly with the raindrops.

On one hand, there is earth-shattering chaos; on the other hand, there is tranquility and peace.

The two are like being separated by a dimensional barrier.

The fragments of the soul tumbled and swirled, with a few occasionally flying out of the storm's reach only to be pulled back into its depths by the force of gravity.

In Thor's eyes, the fragments that were thrown out but had to be pulled back were like drowning people.

They struggled desperately, constantly pushing their heads above the water, but ultimately could only fall into helpless silence.

Thor glanced at it only once and felt a chill run down his spine. Even though he was still in spirit form, he could already feel the cold of deep winter.

"No matter how this soul storm was formed, don't be curious." Although he was really attracted by the mysterious soul storm again, Thor still tried his best to remain rational.

Reason told him that curiosity killed the cat.

Without further hesitation, abandoning his curiosity, Thor began to walk.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Just as Thor was about to step back into his body, a tremendous suction force instantly pulled him away from his spot.

He could only watch helplessly as his body receded further and further away from him.

The spirit was pulled higher and higher, and the flowers, plants and trees beneath its feet became miniature.

Thor looked at the Death Wizard's Diary in horror, but the diary remained silent.

"The diary is malfunctioning?" That was the only thought that flashed through Saul's mind.

The next second, he was swept into a massive soul storm.

The voices I had just heard in the basement echoed in my brain once again.

Accompanying these sounds were a series of images...

Thor seemed to pass through hundreds of people at the same time!

Birth, growth, love, hatred, family, war, money, death...

In a matter of moments, Saul experienced all the joys of life and the terrors of death that they had known.

The influx of such complex emotions caused Thor to lose consciousness instantly.

……

Victor held his harp in both hands, standing at the very center of the storm, in the quietest eye of the storm, looking up at the magnificent yet terrifying scenery above.

"After all these years, new pages are finally forming again." He smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"The wizarding world is always filled with death, but how much better can other places be?"

Victor picked up his harp and began to play softly.

"Who can fathom the fickle nature of fate? Tonight, the living and the dead will meet..."

No one heard the song in the wind and rain, but some people still noticed the strangeness of Ralph Manor.

A cry of an eagle pierced the sky.

The dark clouds in the distant sky were actually split in two by it!

Victor sensed the change in the outside world and slowly put down his harp. "Someone's coming? The commotion was indeed too great. Fortunately, it's time."

He opened his arms and spread his hands upwards.

Tiny white crystals flew from his palm, forming a magnificent nebula above his head.

The moment the nebula formed, the surrounding violent storms abruptly ceased.

Time and space seemed to stand still at that moment, and the giant storm, which was gradually expanding and was hundreds of meters high, began to compress rapidly.

The massive soul storm was absorbed into the nebula above Victor's head in the blink of an eye.

The nebula began to spin faster, constantly changing its shape.

It all happened so fast, like a scene sped up hundreds of times.

This contrasts sharply with Victor, who is quietly observing below, creating a dynamic interplay of stillness and movement.

Finally, the nebula stopped moving and compressed again in an instant.

When the light faded, what appeared before Victor was a golden page.

The pages were only the size of two palms. Although they were entirely gold, they did not have the cold, hard feel of metal. Instead, they were as delicate and soft as a baby's skin.

Upon seeing the golden pages, Victor finally broke into a joyful smile.

He stretched out his hands, waiting with utmost respect and anticipation for the golden page to fall into his palms.

However, the golden pages that were slowly falling suddenly trembled, and then—disappeared in the blink of an eye!

This was completely unexpected by Victor.

The golden pages appeared out of nowhere, without any warning...

Disappeared!

His handsome face instantly twisted into a ferocious expression.

A massive amount of spiritual power suddenly enveloped the entire Ralph Manor and its surroundings.

The once magnificent manor, as if weathered by hundreds of years of rain, snow, and wind, instantly fell into ruin.

The nearby plants withered and died in an instant, as if the world had ended.

But this extremely destructive mental force came quickly and went even faster.

Victor's anger turned into surprise and uncertainty.

"Strange, the life forms around here all seem very weak, not like anything capable of shaking the pages of a book."

No unusual magic or mental power was detected, but that's the most unusual thing about it!

"The pages couldn't just disappear for no reason. Could it be... no, it must be..."

Victor's mouth dropped open, his eyes widened, and his expression was utterly ridiculous, all traces of his former melancholy vanished.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about maintaining his composure.

"...It must be..." His voice trembled, no, his whole body trembled.

"It must be our master who has appeared!"

(End of this chapter)