Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 245 *Slap!*

Thor returned to the first floor of the East Tower without encountering any acquaintances.

Having successfully returned to the second warehouse and confirmed that there was still obsidian amber in stock, Thor looked up and saw that it was still early, so he sat back down at the lab table to continue reading the book he hadn't finished that morning.

How to Choose the Right GPS Device

The author of this book, Barbara, believes that a wizard's locator is a means of controlling and restraining the self, so one should understand oneself before choosing a locator.

However, this step was somewhat difficult for Thor.

Because of the lack of memories of his past and present lives, Thor's sense of self is also incomplete.

But Saul was not discouraged, nor did he intend to do exactly what was written in the book.

Currently, aside from the Death Wizard's Diary, he cannot choose any other magical artifact as his locator.

Firstly, based on his experience at Ralph Manor, Thor was certain that the diary definitely had the ability to help him stabilize his consciousness.

Moreover, with the diary being such a gem, Thor simply couldn't stand other locators.

So Thor doesn't actually need to choose a locator at all.

His locator had already been confirmed.

What he needs is to find a direction and a method to connect himself with his diary.

How can I strengthen the connection between my diary and myself?

Saul was unconsciously drawing circles on the paper.

Regarding the information in the diary, his deductions could only be drafted in his mind.

"If the first step is omitted, then I should now consider the diary and myself as a single entity."

"That is, my self includes my diary."

That's a bit presumptuous, since Thor can't even touch the diary right now.

"Wait a minute..." Thor's eyes suddenly widened. "Actually, I touched the diary once. In the cave in Drifting Hand Valley, to defeat the evil spirit Morton, Senior Byron helped me build a consciousness platform. At that time... I used the diary as a brick!"

However, Thor also remembered that he was unable to open the diary at the time, so he had to use only the diary's "physical" properties.

"Perhaps I should rebuild this platform of consciousness again!"

"Even if Senior Byron can help me build a consciousness platform, separating consciousness from the body is still a dangerous act. We must find a way to minimize the danger."

Thor thought for a moment.

When he exists independently of consciousness, his emotional expression is always very cold and extreme.

He is prone to murder and easily angered.

This makes it too easy to get contaminated.

"Perhaps I can try to stabilize my consciousness." Thor punched his left fist into his right palm, having made his decision. "Okay, then tomorrow I'll go buy the magic circle for building the consciousness platform from Senior Byron."

"As for stabilizing consciousness and the spirit... I remember seeing relevant experimental records in the Tower Master's private library on the 19th floor. We can go take a look tomorrow!"

……

Just as Thor found his next target, Wright was carrying his doll back to his dormitory.

Wright's dormitory was unusually lively compared to the others.

As soon as you push open the door, you can see several maids sitting or standing inside.

They were dressed in maid outfits similar to those worn by the doll in Wright's arms, but even more revealing.

Upon seeing their owner return, they all gathered around.

"Lord Wright."

"Owner!"

Soft whispers surrounded him, but Wright was in no mood to respond to the lovely girls in front of him.

He lowered his voice and tried to speak gently, saying, "I have something to do right now, you should go back first."

The girls exchanged glances, none of them objecting, and obediently put on their fully covered cloaks and left Wright's dormitory.

As the dormitory door closed, the doll in Wright's arms suddenly moved.

She lightly jumped to the ground, then turned around...

"Snapped!"

He slapped Wright across the face.

"You!" Wright said in a low voice, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Useless." A coquettish female voice escaped from the doll's slightly parted lips. "Can't you explain again if he refuses to accept you? Who did you touch?"

Although the puppet's movements were somewhat stiff, its speech and thought process made it seem like a living person.

Wright had a noticeable red mark on his face, but it disappeared as soon as he moved his chin.

He suppressed his anger and controlled his voice, "If what you created isn't attractive enough, then don't blame me for not being able to recommend it successfully. Besides, it's your own fault for insisting on coming with me; it's normal for him to misunderstand."

Even inside the dormitory, the two communicated via telepathy, taking precautions to prevent their conversations from being overheard.

The puppet can't make micro-expressions; only its eyes are moving around.

"Perhaps he's too young and hasn't experienced the pleasures of a woman yet. But judging from his appearance, could it be that he's already given up on physical desires?"

"Uh..." Wright recalled Thor's new form, "It was indeed unexpected and dangerous that he was transformed again in just a few months. But you can't sense it when you suppress your mind, while I can feel a very obvious vitality from him."

"Thor didn't really develop in the direction of a necromancer, nor did he fix his appearance. He even grew a few centimeters taller."

"That's good." The doll paced back and forth a few steps. "Here's what you'll do: once the other people's orders arrive, you can send him a new doll. That way, he'll surely accept it, right?"

Wright shook his head. "No, offering to give him a doll twice before he asks for it will definitely arouse his suspicion."

The doll blinked. "Alert? That 14-year-old brat?"

Wright scoffed. "Everyone who looked down on him either died or had a terrible misfortune."

The doll seemed somewhat disgruntled. "And what about you?"

"If it weren't for the fact that I was caught by you guys when I went out a month ago, do you think I would have wanted to face him again? He's that person's student." Despite his dissatisfaction, Wright kept his voice as low as possible.

The doll compromised slightly, but she still didn't want to let Thor go. "Alright, then when he goes out, we'll find a way to give him a special adventure. We must place a construct core next to him. This guy is being protected so well by yours, he must be extremely valuable."

Wright closed his eyes, concealing his complex expression, seemingly acquiescing to the doll's decision.

……

8 PM.

It's the quietest time of day at the East Tower.

Some of the bolder apprentices have not yet left the East Tower, and others of the more dangerous and bizarre have yet to appear.

Kujin arrived on time at the first floor of the East Tower, outside the bronze door, carrying the Shadow Feather he had mentioned at the exchange meeting and the Seed of Evil that he had been nurturing for more than three years.

It wasn't that he wasn't in a hurry, but he was afraid that if he arrived too early and Thor hadn't come out yet, something might happen to him if he was alone there.

Since he was no longer in charge of the second warehouse, his status among the third-level apprentices plummeted, and many people who used to dislike him began to cause him trouble.

Most frighteningly, the strange phenomena that had occurred to Ferguson also began to appear on his arm.

Nerve necrosis, muscle rot.

Without special treatment to cover it up, the nauseating smell of rotting corpses could permeate the entire corridor.

But these pains, stench, and even inconveniences in daily life are nothing compared to the threat of death.

The ulceration on the arm is just the initial reaction to the unstable positioning device. If it cannot be healed with obsidian amber in time, the ulceration may continue to spread to the chest cavity.

Then he won't feel any pain.

Unless one unfortunately becomes a vengeful spirit, forever trapped in the agony of the eve of death.

At eight o'clock sharp, the bronze gate opened as scheduled.

Thor appeared at the door, holding a small box in his hand.

To get this thing out of the warehouse, Saul had to resort to some tricks.

He was "locked" in the second warehouse for a while, and when he had a task, he had to contact Keli to help deliver the goods.

Therefore, he gained the right to write using a communication pen.

To this day, the tower owner has not revoked this power.

Therefore, Thor carefully wrote "Obsidian Amber" on a piece of paper and successfully led the item out of the warehouse.

Without this permission, he would probably need Kugin to provide a method to smuggle the goods.

After all, Kukin had done smuggling before.

Outside the door, Kukin's eyes lit up as he stepped forward.

"Let me see your things first." Thor raised his hand to block in front of him, letting Kukin show his sincerity first.

With the initiative out of Kugin's hands, he had no choice but to compromise, taking out two carefully treasured items from his pocket and handing them to Saul.

Saul reached out and took the two metal boxes, examining them carefully.

Materials with dark attributes are always placed in boxes of similar materials to prevent them from being accidentally affected by other materials and causing mutations.

(End of this chapter)