Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 287 What I Want Is Not

Six-Handed Angela asks Thor to give her a new name as her new identity.

However, Thor, in his current state, is not interested in naming others, and he directly refused, saying, "You define your own identity."

The girl started to struggle again.

"No rush," Thor said, then checked the status of the other three spirit consciousnesses again.

When he wasn't interacting with the others, the loss of their spiritual consciousness energy was very slow.

"Now that the diary has become a locator, the energy consumption when I communicate with them is also decreasing, so the frequency of replenishing their energy can also be reduced in the future."

Without joy, he calmly analyzed the current situation.

Afterwards, Saul asked the four to wait aside while he began to reread his diary.

He has reread all the contents of the diary and has gained some understanding of the situation of the four spirits.

The consciousness platform remains stable, and Thor decides to use the "Observe History" ability to view the diary again here.

He wanted to see if he could see a different history in a consciousness closer to that of a diary.

"Don't bother me from now on."

The four consciousnesses quickly stood at a distance and respectfully agreed.

Thor lowered his head and began to circulate his mental energy.

There's no need to apply it to his eyes, since he's currently just a consciousness.

As Thor's consciousness shifted, a star suddenly began to twinkle in the sky.

That star was very dim compared to the other lights.

It becomes even dimmer after the rapid flashing.

Thor, engrossed in his diary, didn't notice. But the other four spirit consciousnesses did detect the change in the starry sky.

Agu and Morton, in particular, couldn't help but exchange a glance.

They observed that star for a few seconds, then simultaneously shifted their gaze to other stars, their expressions gradually changing from calm to solemn.

What ability is the master using?

But his abilities are so numerous that they are comparable to the stars in the sky!

For a moment, the two quick-thinking individuals fell silent.

Only Angela, who was carefully trying to calm herself, and Herman, who wasn't so quick-witted, remained relatively calm.

Saul was unaware that Agu and Morton had redefined his level through their own interpretations. He was now focused on the new history he was uncovering in the diaries.

As Thor channeled his mental energy and gazed once more at the Death Wizard's Diary, light and darkness alternated, and a new world appeared before him.

It was a quiet night, and Thor gazed down at the earth from a bird's-eye view.

On the earth, there was no grass or tree; as far as the eye could see, there were only piles of white bones.

In the distance, there were endless snow-capped mountains, but none were as towering as the one in front of Thor.

But this one wasn't a snow-capped mountain; it was a mountain of corpses.

This mountain of corpses, piled high with decaying bodies and bones, rises into the clouds. The closer one gets to the summit, the "fresher" the piled-up bones appear.

It turned into an inverted snow mountain with white on the bottom and red on top!

At the top of Corpse Mountain stands a huge stone throne made of gray rock.

The stone seat was ancient and majestic, its back covered with densely packed runes, making it the most normal thing on this mountain of corpses.

A blurry black figure sat in the center of the stone seat, holding in his hand the very diary that Thor knew best.

The man held a diary in one hand and a black ink pen in the other, quickly writing something on the pages of the diary.

However, this time, due to the different perspective, Thor could not see the contents of the book.

But as the shadowy figure continued writing, the mountain of corpses beneath its feet grew higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the starry sky above.

Thor didn't know how much time had passed. His perspective rose along with the mountain, but the writing figure grew increasingly agitated, and it was clear that his writing was becoming more and more sloppy.

After a long while, the dark figure suddenly stopped writing, put down his pen, and looked up at the sky. The starry sky above remained unreachable.

"This road is blocked," the man said in a low voice.

This sentence seemed to be a variant of the language of the dead, which Thor could barely understand.

Then, the man suddenly tore off all the pages of the diary with one hand and the other.

He casually tossed the red hard cover beneath the mountain of corpses. The deep red cover quickly rolled down the corpses, merging into the blood-red mass, and was never seen again.

The pages he tore off were shredded again, turning into snowflakes that scattered and covered the mountain of corpses.

As the crimson mountain of corpses and white bones were gradually covered until their original appearance was completely unrecognizable, Thor heard the dark figure sigh and disappear.

This chapter of history came to a close, and Thor opened his eyes, returning once again to the consciousness platform.

The four spirits remained where they were, watching him cautiously, seemingly unaware that Thor had just watched a short film in front of everyone.

"This is also a part of the diary's history. Is it trying to tell me something?"

"That shadowy figure has caused so much death, but clearly it hasn't brought him the desired effect. This path is blocked... What has death failed to achieve? Godhood?"

For a moment, this was the only possibility Thor could think of.

After all, the vast majority of wizards pursue knowledge, but ultimately it is for the sake of power.

God, on the other hand, is the highest level of life consciousness created by many intelligent beings.

The wizarding world that Thor lives in also has the concept of gods, but most of them are just self-proclaimed gods by powerful beings, or the spiritual refuge of the weak.

If the requirements for deities are relaxed a little, even a nightmare butterfly can be called a god in front of the ignorant.

The figure in history was creating death, and Kismet was also creating death. But Thor didn't believe that figure was Kismet.

Although the face of the shadowy figure on the stone seat was not clearly visible, his Kismet-like demeanor was completely different.

Did Kismet know that creating death could not be successful?

Moreover, even if creating death could make one a god, Thor had no intention of taking that path to become stronger.

Simply put, our values ​​don't align.

In this world with spiritual power and consciousness, doing things that don't align with one's values ​​and beliefs can cause more than just inner unease.

That can really lead to alienation and pollution.

Saul looked at the diary in his hand and asked himself, "Is death what you want?"

The diary offered no answer.

Saul answered himself, "No."

He smiled slightly. "That's not what I want."

"Regardless of whether this path is a dead end, I have my own path, and what I want is not death."

Just as Thor was thinking this, the Death Wizard's Diary, which was floating above his right hand, suddenly began to flip through rapidly.

After turning the golden pages, the white pages filled with writing that Thor couldn't recognize began to crumble into pieces.

Just as depicted in the diary's historical passages, the white pages shattered into powder, flying into the dark starry sky above and eventually disappearing.

The others looked up at the fragments that had flown into the sky and disappeared, each with a blank expression.

Only Thor remained calm.

Although he felt a little disappointed.

He knew that this meant he might have lost the "legacy" originally left to him by the diary's former owner forever, but he felt no regret at this moment.

That's not the path for me.

He told himself that.

Although the four people around him didn't know what had happened, looking at Thor in front of them, they seemed to think that their master had undergone a transformation.

"Now that the locator is complete, level three is just a matter of sorcery. I have abandoned the path of my predecessor, but my own path is not yet particularly clear. However, I am only a prospective level three apprentice now, so there is no rush." ​​Thor slowly gathered his thoughts. He felt that his ability to "observe history" had become extremely weak and he could no longer use it on the diary.

The next object to be used cannot be too powerful or too complex, and it must be an object that Thor is relatively familiar with.

Thor raised an eyebrow. "Little Algae...how about it?"

No time to fix it now, feel free to point out any bugs (* /ω＼*)

(End of this chapter)