Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 210 The Evolutionary History of Eggs

Gorsa considerately gave Thor some time to struggle with his thoughts, and seeing that Thor's eyes gradually became more determined, he smiled and continued explaining.

"As the entry-level stage for becoming a formal wizard, there is no fundamental change whether you are a first-level, second-level, or third-level wizard apprentice. Perhaps your magic power will be stronger, or perhaps you will learn more spells. But in the eyes of a formal wizard, you are still as fragile as a peeled egg. Only that thin membrane resists external disturbances, and perhaps a gust of wind will break it."

"Therefore, a relatively stable learning environment is essential for improving the survival rate of apprentices during their apprenticeship. You may think that the mortality rate of apprentices inside the wizard tower is very high, but that's because you haven't seen what kind of lives those wandering apprentices outside lead. Perhaps the winners will be very outstanding under the many dangers of death, but the number of winners is very small. This is also why low-level wizards always like to stick together and form all kinds of organizations."

"As an apprentice, what you need to do is solidify your basic knowledge, then gradually broaden your horizons and determine your direction of witchcraft research. Choose your locator based on this direction."

Upon hearing this, Thor shifted his body uncomfortably. His locator wasn't determined by his research direction, but rather it was a bonus that came with his transmigration.

But coincidentally, almost all of Thor's research was related to death and the soul.

"Next is to fully integrate the locator, making it a part of yourself, not just your body but also your soul. This way, you'll be like a hard-boiled egg, much more resilient than during your apprenticeship. But this stage is only very powerful against ordinary people; against some magical creatures, it's just like their rebirth stage."

"Therefore, first-tier formal wizards often use various means to enhance themselves, and at the same time, their bodies and minds also have the ability to adapt to the negative effects brought about by these protections."

Thor, following Gorsa's example, wondered if a first-order formal wizard was trying to transform himself from a boiled egg into a... preserved egg?

After a brief pause, Gorza continued.

"If first-tier wizards primarily exert their influence within or around their bodies, then second-tier wizards have a much wider range of influence. Moreover, their ability to withstand radiation, pollution, and erosion becomes increasingly stronger. To give another example, if your mentor Kaz can kill ten people with a wave of his hand, then a serious strike from me can wipe out an army of a hundred. If I use some tricks, I can kill tens of thousands, or even more people."

Thor opened his mouth, the power gap between wizard levels seemed to be larger than he had imagined.

If a first-tier wizard evolves from a preserved egg into an iron egg, while simultaneously wielding a submachine gun...

So, does a second-tier wizard evolve from an iron egg into an alloy pill, and control a long-range missile?

"As for those above the second tier," Gorsa clicked his tongue, "Have you been to the Valley of Fallen Hands? Do you know its history?"

Saul had heard Byron talk about it.

A third-tier wizard lifted a mountain and destroyed an army of wizards.

Even the second-tier wizard, the former emperor Morton, could not escape the fate. After his death, he turned into an evil spirit and was eventually tricked into becoming a tool by the diary.

This can't be described using the word "egg," can it?

Perhaps changing "egg" to "bomb" would better reflect its actual meaning.

"As for the fourth tier... well... I've never seen one," Gorsa said, a longing in his eyes that he hadn't shown when mentioning the third tier. "It's said that they are people who have transcended death. It's extremely difficult to truly kill a fourth-tier wizard. They're like mushrooms; you cut one down, and another grows back."

Gorsa chuckled. "I remember there's a term for low-level apprentices: 'white-skinned mushrooms,' but once a wizard reaches the fourth rank, they're actually more like white-skinned mushrooms than wizard apprentices."

"As for what goes up further, there are the fifth and sixth orders that are only mentioned in the literature..." Gorsar paused for a moment, "You don't need to know about that. I've never even encountered them."

Thor gave a wry smile. He didn't really want to know how powerful the fifth and sixth tiers were; telling them would probably only cause fear.

It's like knowing that a meteorite impact can destroy the world, and also knowing that there happen to be a few meteorites in outer space that might fall down if they're not happy.

They will then live in constant fear and anxiety.

Therefore, sometimes knowing too much can lead to cognitive confusion and cause harm invisibly.

Thor was still immersed in the new knowledge he had gained when he suddenly heard the Tower Master say, "Actually, I'm telling you all this now just to broaden your horizons a little. In the Wizard Tower, you don't need to worry too much about those who are stronger than you."

Thor stared at the tower master, feeling as if the other was saying, "Don't be afraid, I've got your back."

Thor is still unsure whether this large dome is a shield or a pot lid.

This left him with mixed feelings, unsure whether to be grateful or wary.

Thor took a deep breath. As long as he continued to grow stronger and used the diary to eliminate the curse of death, he wouldn't have to worry about whether others meant well or ill.

If it's a good intention, he can reciprocate.

If it's malicious... he can retaliate tenfold!

Thor looked up and smiled at the Tower Master. "I understand, Tower Master. Regardless of why Vi and Kismet appeared at Ralph Manor, I should focus on my own knowledge and research. Next, I will work hard to study the locator and advance to the third-level apprentice level."

Gorsa stood up abruptly from the sofa, looking down at Thor: "You should prioritize addressing the declining compatibility between your soul and body. I suggest you revise your Spirit Essence program and focus on improving your physical quality."

"Thor," Gorsa said gently but solemnly, "your soul level is far beyond that of your body. I hope you always remember the importance of your physical body. If you have no ideas, you can refer to Ralph's flesh magic."

"Ralph's flesh magic?" Thor was taken aback. Although he had inherited the Bloodthorn family's legacy, he had not yet consciously connected it with his own spiritual essence.

This is also because he has just returned and has not yet calmly reviewed his adventure.

"Lord of the Tower, two years ago you severely injured Ralph...did you want me to bring back the Flesh and Blood Sorcery?"

Gorsa did not deny it. "The Bloodthorn family's flesh magic is indeed quite interesting. They are among the few dark-attribute wizards who focus solely on the physical body."

Thor's heart skipped a beat. "Could it be that all wizards who specialize in dark magic suffer from incompatibility between their soul and body?"

Is this the danger that mentor Katz once mentioned—the danger that knowledge brings?

Gorsa nodded. "This is probably a common problem among many dark-attribute wizards, isn't it? They always feel that the soul is a superior subject. You're not the first apprentice to encounter this problem, nor will you be the last. It's just that your problem is more serious than others I've seen."

"Just like your body... tsk tsk, I don't really like your soul."

Thor could probably guess why.

This body is definitely not his original one.

Having been in sync with the original owner for twelve years, and only following him for a little over two years, it's understandable that there might be some resistance.

Thor suddenly looked back at the horde of corpses behind him.

These people were long dead, but their corpses seemed to still retain some chaotic consciousness.

"Could it be that Thor's original soul still resides within my body?"

Thor pursed his lips.

"If that's the case... it must be eliminated!"

Thor would never allow anyone else to share his body, not even a trace of his consciousness!

Although the original Thor was innocent, Thor was not the murderer who killed him either.

If it weren't for Thor, this body, with its remaining consciousness, would have long since been laid to rest (become fertilizer).

(End of this chapter)