Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 209 Kismet

The moment Gorza's hand touched Thor's shoulder, Thor felt himself sinking.

The feeling of sinking was strange, like passing through a curtain of water, or like popping a bubble.

As he crossed that membrane, Thor vaguely saw countless eyes watching him and Gorsa.

Those eyes were densely packed together, one after another, with pupils as small as pinholes, and their gazes moved slowly as Thor descended.

When Thor met those eyes, he immediately felt a strange sense of fear and unease, as if someone were punching his heart repeatedly, making him feel oppressed and suffocated.

Then, his vision went dark and then bright again, and when he came to his senses, he found himself back in the second warehouse.

The feeling of being watched had disappeared.

In front of him was a familiar line of corpses, and behind him were towering shelves.

"Was that teleportation? Why couldn't I sense it before, but this time I could perceive the spatial transfer?"

Before he could think any further, Thor heard Gorsa ask him a question.

"Tell me about what happened at Ralph Manor."

He pondered for a moment and organized his thoughts.

"After I entered Ralph Manor, I met a strange person. He possessed a terrifying ability to control people's consciousness or memories..."

Saul recounted his entire ordeal at the manor in a few words, focusing on Victor's abilities and performance. He didn't emphasize the difficulty of developing the antidote in the basement or Morton's assistance.

Sure enough, after hearing Thor's account, Gorsa was the first to mention Victor's unusual behavior.

"You said he plays the harp?" Gorsa extended his pink-wrapped fingers and gently tapped his temple. "What kind of harp?"

Thor was taken aback; this question stumped him.

After a moment of careful recollection, I couldn't recall what the other person's harp looked like.

"Perhaps he wasn't playing a harp." Gorsa's voice was unusually serious. "Victor... always mentions 'fate,' speaks in a strange way, and doesn't like to kill people himself... I think I know who this is."

Huh? The tower master actually knows him?

"His name is Kismet, and he's not a native of the Western Continent. In my hometown, many people have seen this wizard. Ah, there was a rumor back then that wherever he was, there would always be a catastrophic mass death. So some people called him the Messenger of Death."

"The messenger of death!" This time, Thor was truly stunned.

The name Victor, no, Kismet, inevitably made him associate it with the Death Wizard's Diary.

What exactly was Kismet planning to do by secretly going to Ralph Manor while concealing his identity? Was the golden page that saved him from the soul storm also related to Kismet's arrangements?

Saul suddenly clenched his fingers, his knuckles trembling uncontrollably, making a soft "crackling" sound.

Just then, Gorza didn't speak, making the impact sound very clear.

"Scared?" Gorsa suddenly chuckled softly.

But Thor took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.

"Yes." He did not deny the intense fear he had just experienced.

It was a strong sense of unease caused by the unknown strength and purpose of the enemy, as well as concerns about whether Victor was connected to the suddenly appearing golden pages.

A second-level apprentice like Sid plotting to use the diary could be dealt with by Thor by finding help. But what if a second-tier wizard also knew of the diary's existence…

Saul didn't know if he could keep the diary a secret, nor did he know if the other party could find its location through the slightest clues.

Moreover, the golden pages now seem to have moved into the diary, but Thor dared not check them immediately because there was a second-tier wizard around.

Anxiety also made him restless and uneasy.

"You don't need to worry too much. I'll send someone to investigate this matter. In the meantime, you should stay in the Wizard Tower and not accept any more missions."

"Yes." Thor nodded quickly, then hesitated before asking, "Tower Master... just how powerful is a second-tier wizard?"

Thor asked cautiously, unsure whether the Tower Master would avoid the question or think it was too early for Thor to bring it up.

Gorsa chuckled as he looked at the nervous young apprentice.

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly a single sofa appeared behind each of them.

It looks very soft, almost enough to sink into.

"Since you want to discuss this issue, I suggest you sit down and listen." With that, Gorsa sat down.

However, his movements looked stiff, with his hands and feet rigidly placed there, not at all like someone enjoying the comfort of the sofa.

Thor held onto the sofa armrest and slowly sat down, instantly sinking into the sofa, feeling a sense of comfort that made him never want to stand up again.

"This sofa has some mental stabilizing ingredients in its filling. I can keep one for you; if you ever feel like you're about to go crazy, you can sit down and contemplate life." Gorsa's voice carried a light laugh as he casually uttered these chilling words.

"……good."

Thor imitated the tower master's actions, placing his hands on the sofa armrests and his legs on the footrests below as much as possible.

But when facing Gorsa, he couldn't relax.

Suddenly, he felt as if he were not lying on a soft sofa, but in a coffin lined with layers of lining.

"It seems you're ready. Well then, let me give you a brief explanation of the wizarding world's hierarchy."

Gorsa's voice became calm and soothing, like a lullaby.

"I didn't tell you these things before because I didn't want you to dream about advanced abilities when your strength was still low. It could easily lead you astray and prevent you from feeling your true improvement."

"However, since the people you frequently interact with are not wizards of your level, I will still give you a brief introduction. In case you encounter a powerful enemy, you won't be unable to prepare in advance."

"Prepare in advance?" Thor repeated.

He looked at the tower master opposite him, unable to imagine how he could deal with him even if he knew how powerful the other party was.

Gorsa slowly raised a finger and gently shook it.

"Naturally, you should see if you can ask for help, escape, or fight to the death. Or you can leave yourself a way to die quickly before the final battle, preferably one that annihilates even your soul."

Saul kept his lips tightly shut.

He hadn't yet considered preparing a quick and painless death for himself like a suicide squad member.

"Don't feel embarrassed or frustrated. I've also prepared a way out for myself. I don't want to have to do hard labor for others after I die."

Even the tower master has prepared a means of self-destruction!

Does that mean the more powerful a wizard is, the more afraid of death they are?

But when you said that, Tower Master, weren't you feeling guilty, facing the horde of corpses in the warehouse?

Saul glanced furtively at the diary on his left shoulder, then quickly looked away.

He thought of Morton, who had been tormented by the Soul Storm and whose consciousness had become fragmented, and also of Bill and the others who were still working for him after they died.

"Maybe I can talk to the old man with the diary and ask him to put my consciousness into his diary if I die. Apart from being confused and ignorant, it's actually quite comfortable to dissipate when the time comes."

"Wait, a blurred consciousness?" A fragment flashed through Thor's mind, and he suddenly connected the diary's abilities with Victor's methods.

He slowly clenched his teeth until his gums felt a sour pain and a faint metallic smell.

Is it a coincidence?

I always feel that Victor's abilities are similar to those in the diary in some ways.

So, is there a deeper connection between the two?

Third update!

(End of this chapter)