Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 258 The Fog Man

Thor never knew that his workplace was so lively.

He pressed himself against the wall, his face so close to the gap that his eyeballs were almost popping out.

He saw that the second warehouse was packed with people.

These people were different from the standing horde of corpses. They were illusory, even more unstable than Morton and the others within the consciousness platform. Their forms drifted like mist, barely maintaining the shape of their limbs and heads.

They stood on the ground, lay between shelves, hid in a box, and crawled on the ceiling.

These mist-like figures kept shaking their heads from side to side. Although their facial features and expressions were not visible, they seemed to be searching for something.

"They're looking for me." Realizing this, Thor's right eyeball began to move up, down, left, and right.

It seems they want to find all the fog-like people in the room.

Since arriving at the Wizard Tower, he has always been very cautious, whether in the dormitory, the morgue, or now the second warehouse.

Even when sleeping, she is careful not to reveal the existence of her diary.

For this reason, he would even occasionally write a real diary so that he could naturally recall vocabulary related to diaries.

Because Thor doesn't feel safe in the Wizard's Tower.

Now he has finally found the source of this constant unease that haunts him.

Indeed, as Gorsa said, there were no evil spirits in this wizard's tower, but it was filled with all sorts of spirits.

There are fragments, vengeful spirits, and unconscious wandering souls.

It's less a wizard's tower and more a prison for the soul.

All the facilities here seem to be related to the imprisonment of spirits.

The so-called laboratories, dormitories, and other structures were later renovations to make it easier for newcomers to move in.

"Can these spirits really see me? If they can, will they tell Gorsa what I've done?"

Saul felt a chill run down his spine, as if someone had stuffed it full of ice and then poured a pot of boiling water over it.

The white mist swirled before his eyes, obscuring the truth from his view.

"If Gorsa can know everything inside the tower, then whatever Instructor Anze, Instructor Rum, or anyone else wants to do is actually under his control."

"If some people want to do something bad, they should either do it in a more subtle way or operate outside the tower."

Thor suddenly thought of the times he had walked through the wizard tower in spirit form. Did the tower master know all of this?

At that time, he did not conceal his soul form or reshape his physical appearance.

Did Gersa also know that his soul and body... did not belong to the same person?

Does Gorsa make the connection to time travel?

Or should we just regard him as a wandering soul that has taken over other people's bodies?

But whether Gorza knew or not, and what he thought after finding out, he never mentioned this matter to Thor.

"Perhaps the tower owner intentionally concealed it, or perhaps... he didn't care."

Thor couldn't find any differences or connections between the fog-like beings, nor could he observe whether they could communicate with people, and he couldn't find any other clues from them.

He instinctively leaned back, only to find that there wasn't much room to move.

He managed to raise his hand and rub his eyelids; his right eye was burning with pain, as if he had squeezed it too hard while spying.

You can feel obvious indentations when you touch it with your hand.

"Let's see if we can get out freely first." Thor tried to stick his fingers out of the gap, just like when he came in.

Then, after another dizzying sensation, he emerged easily.

Once outside, he immediately looked at the crack in the wall. It was still the same as before; if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even notice that there was a thin crack there.

Thor turned his head and carefully noted the current time—selectively forgetting that a misty figure was still hanging beneath the blue hourglass clock.

He then entered the crevice again to test how long he could hide inside.

Two weeks later...

With the help of his mentor Kaz, Thor managed to find someone to cover his shift and took a month's leave in one go.

He was going to secretly visit Mofan Town this time.

To avoid suspicion, he registered his destination at the registration office as Mobei City, which was more than a day's journey from Mofan Town.

He specifically emphasized that the driver with mushrooms growing on his head should drive for him.

This time, he not only wants to check if there are any remaining Mosheng fruit in Mosheng Town, but also wants to find a way to obtain seeds and cultivation methods.

Having successfully built the consciousness platform last time, Thor realized that turning the diary into his own locator would probably require many more studies.

Moreover, even if he successfully transforms the diary into a locator, he can continue to use the consciousness platform to replenish the energy of the soul consciousness stored in the diary.

In this way, his black pages would no longer be a temporary consumable.

When Thor, draped in a grey cloak, returned to the Wizard's Tower, he saw a single carriage parked on the main road.

The coachman was standing by the carriage, and the little mushroom on his head was bouncing.

From a distance, it looks as if it's not being blown by the wind, but rather that it's actually jumping on its own.

Upon seeing Saul, the coachman greeted him respectfully: "It is a pleasure to drive for you, Lord Saul."

"We might also make a detour to Blackburg this time. Are you brave enough to go?" Thor tilted his head slightly, looking at the little mushroom on the coachman's head that was moving so vigorously in the wind.

"It's alright, sir. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but in fact, this mushroom has brought me a lot of convenience. At least when I was trying to take your mission, no one dared to compete with me." The coachman didn't mind at all, and even bent down to show it to Thor so that he could observe it more easily.

"Haven't you absorbed the nutrients from these mushrooms yet?"

"It hasn't shrunk in a long time." The driver couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it, his movements very gentle. "But you get used to it, it's nothing."

His expression was also very gentle, as if he were touching not a strange mushroom, but his own child.

Thor squinted and looked at the mushroom.

In his semi-immersive vision, the mushroom appeared to be highly active, unlike an ordinary plant, exhibiting more of an animal's vitality.

However, the driver in front of them seemed unaffected and remained calm. The two appeared to have reached a symbiotic relationship.

Thor couldn't be sure what the coachman would become in the future, given that he was only living in symbiosis with a mushroom.

"If you need it, I can help you with that."

The coachman scratched his head, thought for a moment, and bowed to Thor, saying, "Thank you, sir. But it's no need. This mushroom has also given me strength, so perhaps I can be of some help while I'm with you."

"Is that what you think...? Well then." Thor didn't try to persuade him further.

Everyone has the right to make their own choices.

Just as he had chosen the path of a wizard's apprentice, he also faced the constant danger of dying at any moment.

The coachman chose to keep the mushroom that gave him strength, but he also had to bear the crisis behind it.

Without affecting himself, Saul will not interfere with an adult's autonomous choices.

That concludes our discussion on mushrooms.

The driver opened the door for Saul and waited until he was settled before sitting down on the front of the carriage.

"Sir, shall we depart for Mobei City?" the coachman asked respectfully.

"Let's go." Thor leaned back.

He prepared many props and materials for this trip, and also deliberately left some props in the wizard tower, such as the red-eyed doll given to him by the tower master.

This doll serves as both protection and surveillance for Thor; it seems that Yura can see what's happening around Thor through the doll.

However, it seems that Yura and Gorsa are not entirely on the same page. This unclear and ambiguous underlying conflict led Thor to decide, after careful consideration, to leave her in the Wizard Tower.

It takes about six days to travel from Wizard Tower to Desert Town by horse-drawn carriage.

Five days later, in the early morning, the driver drove through a sparse grove of trees, breathing in the cool, fresh air.

He likes the early morning; the morning dew makes his mushrooms feel comfortable.

Suddenly, an unquestionable order came from the carriage behind me: "Dodge at the next intersection."

The coachman was taken aback; if they changed routes, they would no longer be on the way to Mobei City.

However, when the coachman remembered the destination of the other road, he said nothing and simply tightened the reins, turning the carriage onto another side road.

(End of this chapter)