Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 233: Even if they all joined together, they still couldn't beat me.

"If I stop using items related to spirits, will I no longer be trapped in the spirit's illusion?"

"That's true in theory, but there are also cases in the wizarding world where someone used an elf artifact only once, but went mad a few years later, telling everyone he met that he had swallowed an elf whole, and eventually, because no one believed him, he chose to dissect himself and died."

"Well……"

"However, you don't need to worry too much. Whether you can break free from the elf's illusion depends on your own will. Given your performance just now, I think you don't need to worry about being entangled by the elf for the time being."

Thor looked down; the whispering elf in his hand was still talking to him.

Sometimes she cries for no reason, and sometimes she repeatedly says, "I'm going to die."

But now Thor no longer has the same joking mood he had when he told the green-haired elf to accept his condolences.

"Watch it perish; this bottle is yours. As for Kismet, I still hold the same opinion: whatever he intends to do, with your current abilities, you can only passively accept it. You should transform your worries into a thirst for knowledge. I would prefer you to actively pursue knowledge rather than risk it because of the threat of death."

Gorsa stood up. "Only by being strong can one be unafraid of conspiracies and tricks."

He adjusted his cloak, carefully tucking his entire body into the large, brownish-red cloak.

"As you can see, some people in the Wizard Tower already have their own agendas."

Saul quickly stood up, thinking, "So you knew too."

However, he still answered respectfully, "Mentor Kaz revealed a little bit to me."

The most obvious example is Rum, Saul's mentor, whom he always felt was severely depressed.

Gorza smiled nonchalantly. "Yes, Monica is timid, Rum is melancholic, and Anze is resentful. But that doesn't matter, as long as they can complete my requirements on time."

Thor hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Lord Tower Master, aren't you... afraid they'll unite?"

Gorsa tilted his head. "Don't worry, even if all five of them combined, they can't beat me."

……

After Gorsa disappeared with his sofa, Thor, holding the dying elf, whispered and stood there in a daze for a while.

The gap between a second-tier wizard and a first-tier wizard was greater than he had imagined.

Thor once used a gadget to kill Sid, who was a level above him, while Sid did not show any obvious fear when facing Byron, who was also a level above him.

No wonder the tower master once said that there is no essential difference between wizard apprentices; only when they reach the level of a formal wizard does the quality and level change.

At that moment, the last leaf from the elf's whisper in Thor's hand fell and disappeared into the solution.

All that remained in the bottle was a bare, dry twig.

The crying and whispers that had been lingering in Thor's ears also completely disappeared.

Saul breathed a sigh of relief and placed the bottle on the lab table.

Three days later, Thor emerged from his mentor Katz's laboratory after undergoing a full medical check-up.

Another second-level apprentice escorted him out.

Angela, who was in charge of the lab, had already left, but this didn't cause much of a stir.

In the Wizarding Tower, or rather, in the wizarding world, people often don't care about gossip that has nothing to do with them.

Because everyone is too busy.

The person currently in charge of the Katz Labs is a second-level apprentice whom Thor has never seen before.

He was much older than Thor, yet he treated Thor with unusual respect.

He even escorted Saul all the way to the lab door, treating him almost like his mentor, Katz.

"Are all the tests done?" Claire asked listlessly as she waited at the door.

Claire is doing a little better than she did a few days ago; at least she's no longer wearing the restrictive full-body armor. But her face is still covered by a thick metal mask to absorb the toxic metal seeping from her facial skin.

The rest of Claire's skin has a subtle metallic sheen, but according to her, it no longer affects her mobility.

"Um."

"How much magic power?" Claire asked impatiently.

"103".

"Hiss—" Just as Thor had expected, Claire perfectly expressed what envy, jealousy, and hatred meant with just her exposed eyes.

"I thought raising my magic power to 80 during this trip was good enough, but I didn't expect you to be such a monster!"

"Is he a pervert?" Thor raised his hand and waved it. "He risked his life for it."

Claire rolled her eyes, a glint of gold in them. "As if nobody is any different."

The two walked side by side to the end of the corridor. Thor looked back and found that the second-level apprentice was still standing at the door of the laboratory, watching him.

"What's wrong?" Keli turned around and laughed. "Ha, your status is unusual now, and you're always out of the public eye for long periods of time, so naturally they're going to be curious about you."

Thor turned around. "My identity is unusual? How come I didn't know that?"

"You didn't know?" This time it was Claire who was incredulous. "Right now, everyone among the high-level apprentices is saying that you've been taken in as an apprentice by the Tower Master, and that you'll at least be promoted to a third-level apprentice in the future."

"Only a third-level apprentice?" Thor scoffed. "Can't they aim higher?"

"Please! Think about those who were in our class but are still only first-tier apprentices. Have some decency!" Claire complained, then asked, "Are you really the Tower Master's student?"

Thor thought for a moment, "The Tower Master has guided me, but he has never formally said that he would be my mentor."

Keli immediately gave her a knowing look, "So they're still testing you. It's a pity, my mentor said the tower master specializes in dark and light elements, otherwise I would have recommended myself."

The two reached the slope and were about to part ways.

Saul called out to the girl, "Didn't you say you wanted to apply for a joint experiment with me? What happened?"

"Sigh..." Claire sighed and shook her head. "Professor Gudo has assigned me another experimental project, so I can only do the experiment with... oh right, Billy, whom I mentioned to you last time. I'll come find you after I finish."

"Okay." Thor shrugged.

"Actually, while the Wizard Tower has abundant resources, it can also be a bit restrictive at times. You can't just research whatever you want." Standing on the slope, watching the apprentices hurrying past her, Claire sighed.

"Before I came here, I knew that my strongest elemental sense was fire, so I made a plan for what I wanted to learn from a young age. But when I arrived at the Wizarding Tower, I found that there were no instructors teaching fire. At that time, I regretted it a little. Maybe I should have gone to a wizarding organization that was more like an academy, such as Bydon Academy."

Seeing Claire's unusually emotional state, Thor didn't know how to comfort her.

In this wizard tower, even powerful, formal wizards can only conduct experiments they don't like under the pressure of the tower master, let alone the apprentices.

Thor was fortunate that when he was forced onto the path of a wizarding apprentice by the manipulators behind the scenes, the direction of his studies was exactly what he originally wanted.

What attribute could be more suitable for Death Wizard's Diary than Dark Element?

Seeing Thor's silence, Claire suddenly waved her hand and laughed, "You're not feeling sorry for me, are you?"

Before Thor could answer, Claire raised her fist. "It's okay! Even if I major in metal, I can do great! I heard from my mentor that the Tower Master originally majored in light, but later switched to dark, yet he's still the strongest second-tier cultivator in the Western Continent. I can definitely do it too!"

Gorsa: I'm not targeting anyone...

(End of this chapter)