Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 222 Completely Devastated

Thor wasn't concerned about Heidi's whereabouts. He narrowed his eyes but maintained his smile. "So, senior, were you watching when I was being chased by the noodle arm?"

He wasn't complaining that Heywood hadn't helped him, but if Heywood had stood by and watched, he certainly could have.

The effects of forces are mutual, and so are the relationships between people.

To everyone's surprise, Heywood readily admitted it.

"Yes, after all, I wouldn't dare touch the double bronze door."

Thor: ...That makes sense.

With things having come to this point, Saul already knew what Haywood wanted from him.

Heywood stopped dawdling and said, "I'd like you to go into the mezzanine again and get Heidi out."

Thor raised an eyebrow. "Saving someone who wants to kill me?"

Thor doesn't have that kind of free time.

"Before you resolve the issue of incompatibility between your spirit and body, I can help you resolve the issue of your soul frequently leaving your body in the short term."

So they're already setting conditions? A sustainable temporary locator?

"Good conditions, but not necessary."

Thor was already aware of the horrors of the mezzanine. The area between the warehouse and the basement, filled with eyes, was probably the most dangerous; he almost got burned alive when he went in.

The eyes and the wax in the pipes were on a completely different level of eeriness.

The diary can serve as evidence.

Heywood was not surprised by Saul's refusal, and then offered a condition that Saul found very appealing.

"And what about... the information about your silver eyes?"

Silver eyes?

It took Thor a moment to realize that Haywood was referring to the Nightmare Butterfly's cocoon!

That silver cocoon that he dug out of his eye socket, carefully sealed away, and has dared not begin to study to this day.

"How much do you know?" Thor immediately became serious.

He didn't want to work hard only to end up with a bunch of wrong information.

"Dream, nightmare, butterfly," Haywood said, emphasizing each word.

You are right!

From any perspective, the Nightmare Butterfly is a dangerous, powerful, and mysterious entity.

Heywood was betting on whether Thor's curiosity as a wizarding apprentice was up to par.

"The conditions are indeed feasible." Thor had to admit that having witnessed the power of the Nightmare Butterfly, he couldn't resist this knowledge. "But senior, don't you have a way to rescue Heidi? After all, she's your twin sister."

Heywood's expression hardened, and the temperature around him suddenly dropped two degrees.

"I am not good at soul-based witchcraft, and my physical condition does not allow me to separate my soul from my body."

Thor was somewhat surprised. Wasn't the Tower Master's main research area the soul? How could Haywood, as the Tower Master's apprentice, not have studied this?

Heywood said, "The mentor initially wanted to complete his experiments by creating a suitable physical vessel. But in the end, he found that a body alone was meaningless. Almost all the problems during the experiments focused on the soul."

Thor blinked. "You mean the experiment to resurrect Lady Yura?"

Heywood opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "More or less. But since my mentor hasn't given you any specific information, I can't speak up without his permission."

Solmer stroked his chin, thinking, "It's almost a resurrection, but not quite. Could it be that the Tower Master really just wants to use Lady Yura's death to study his true experiments?"

Thor has too little information to speculate on what the Tower Master is planning, but he has a feeling that it's related to resurrection.

Seeing that the topic had gone off track, Haywood steered it back: "If you're willing to help, I'll give you another hundred credits as compensation, and I can also guarantee that Heidi won't cause you any more trouble because of what happened before, and I'll punish her severely."

"Heywood cares about his sister that much?" Thor's intuition told him it wasn't that simple. "The curse on him...could it be his tracking device?"

"Of course, if you really mind, I'll have to ask someone else... at a price I can afford."

Heywood's intention was to use information about the Nightmare Butterfly as payment to commission others to take action?

It seems there won't be a fourth bid.

"I can only give it a try. After all, it's too dangerous there, and I'm not sure I can find Heidi." Thor agreed.

If you refuse him, you will not only give up the Nightmare Butterfly and 100 credits, but you will also offend the Tower Master's apprentice.

Wizards, after all, prioritize profit above all else; there's nothing shameful about that.

Heywood nodded slightly, a small smile appearing on his face, and reached into his cloak to take out a black bottle.

The bottle had a very large opening, almost as wide as the bottle itself, and the opening was sealed with a piece of black cloth.

It looks rough and old overall.

"This is where Heidi lived when she was little. She is very familiar with this scent. After you leave my body, I will open the bottle, and you can smell the scent of the bottle as soon as you reach out. As long as Heidi is conscious and can move, she will definitely come to find you."

"Okay, I'll give it a try, but if Heidi attacks me again, I'll definitely stop immediately."

Heywood smiled. "As long as you call her by name, she'll know that I sent you."

Saul asked Haywood to wait a moment. He returned to the second storeroom, sat down at the experimental table, and did not rush to attempt an out-of-body experience.

Tonight's experience made him suddenly discover another talent. He had to figure it out before entering the mezzanine.

"Lord Morton, if a person's spirit can devour other spirits, what does that mean?"

The diary appears; I open it.

I don't know the specifics, but I've met someone like that. He came from the No Man's Land and was once one of my most formidable enemies. He was also one of the most insane, teetering on the edge of normalcy and monstrosity. He did have a way to grow stronger by devouring other spirits. But the biggest problem was dealing with the malevolent thoughts within those spirits that influenced his own will. Once he lost his way due to those malevolent thoughts, he would instantly become a monster, beyond redemption.

Upon seeing Morton's reply, Thor instinctively touched his stomach.

After his soul was pulled into the conduit, he was in a state of confusion and madness for a period of time. Therefore, when he regained his sanity and emotions, his brain automatically blurred his memories of that time.

He only remembered eating a lot of the things that attacked him, but he couldn't quite recall how he fought back.

Perhaps once you remember, you'll fall into a state of confusion again.

"Strange, I definitely absorbed some of the malevolent energy this time, but after recovering, I didn't feel its influence. My spirit was strengthened as a result, even gaining the ability to regenerate, without paying a corresponding price. Where did that malevolent energy go?"

That's unlikely.

This time, Morton took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

[Unless what attacked you was pure energy, it's impossible for no consciousness to remain. It might be hidden in your subconscious, yet to be discovered. This is actually more dangerous, because you don't even know if you're still yourself! Am I still myself? Am I?]

After talking too much, Morton's consciousness began to become chaotic again. His past experience as an evil spirit had left an indelible mark on his soul.

The situation Morton mentioned is indeed worrying, but...

Thor closed his eyes and recalled his past experiences, focusing on his identity in his previous life.

No problems were found.

"Are those evil thoughts really lurking deep within my consciousness?"

Just as he was wondering, Saul suddenly noticed that the diary had turned another page.

The next page was the black sheet of paper he had obtained at Ralph Manor in the middle of the night.

Thor was taken aback.

This half-page of black paper has changed!

It went from being half the size of a book page to two-thirds the size.

But the paper surface became rougher, like sandpaper.

The edges of normal black pages are also not neat, but the surface is indeed like kraft paper, without such a rough appearance.

"This? This? Could it be that all those lingering resentments and evil thoughts were absorbed by the diary? And used to fill in the black pages?"

Thinking of this, Thor gaped in surprise. "Lord Morton, are there any tools or spells that can help someone absorb evil thoughts from their spirit?"

[Impossible! Impossible! That's impossible! I don't believe it!]

Morton seemed angry.

His dramatic reaction surprised Saul.

"The diary can absorb these remnants of consciousness? That makes sense. The diary can even absorb complete consciousness, so there's no reason it can't absorb defective ones! If that's the case, then wouldn't I be able to achieve a significant increase in my spiritual power by absorbing spiritual entities without worrying about any side effects?"

"The vengeful spirit diaries of those girls from last time weren't absorbed, perhaps because their quality wasn't up to standard. Is it necessary to be at least at the apprentice level?"

In any case, this is an even more exciting discovery than obtaining information about the Nightmare Butterfly.

As we all know, improving one's mental potential is extremely difficult, so many people focus on improving their magic power, leading to a widespread belief in the supremacy of magic power.

With enough magic power, one can unleash powerful enough sorcery, conduct more complex experiments, or even kill more enemies.

But if Thor can use this opportunity to continuously improve his mental strength, he will embark on a path that few wizards dare to tread.

Spiritual transformation!

Most importantly, he doesn't have to worry about his magic power not keeping up with the rate at which his spiritual body is improving.

Because he also had a diary to help him perform a harmless transformation of his body.

In short, he won this round to the point of exhaustion!

Saul: I'm never polite to myself.

(End of this chapter)