Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 344 Pollution and Lines

"Wow, it looks so beautiful! Brother Thor...slurp...it looks delicious!"

The Nightmare Butterfly flew back to Thor's side the moment the "Galaxy" appeared, her usually cute and sweet voice now tinged with a slightly hoarse, clingy tone.

Thor found it strange.

Don't nightmare butterflies feed on dreams?

After raising a Nightmare Butterfly, Thor began studying Haywood's research notes on Nightmare Butterflies.

As expected of Gorsa's most accomplished apprentice, Penny believed that many of the Nightmare Butterfly habits he summarized were correct.

One of the key points is that the Nightmare Butterfly's main diet is not the souls that Thor originally guessed.

It feeds on dreams and especially loves memories.

The more intense the emotional fluctuations in dreams and memories, the more power the Nightmare Butterfly accumulates.

Therefore, those who have encountered the Nightmare Butterfly rarely have a good ending.

The more tragic the experience, the deeper the fear, the more the Nightmare Butterfly can grow.

From this perspective, Penny was born with a villain's script. If it weren't for escaping Kismet's pursuit, she probably wouldn't have stayed peacefully in a small town for so many years.

"Penny hasn't left my side since she was caught in the diary. Has she eaten during this time?"

Now, recalling Penny's voice just now... was she starving?

Thor glanced at the silver butterfly's wings, deciding to go back and ask her again, before continuing to approach the starlight-like fragment of soul.

He still didn't understand why the fragments of souls here were glowing. This made him even more curious about what might exist at the bottom of the sea.

Behind the starlight is an illuminated arched structure.

By the light, Thor saw the massive keel and the overturned hull.

This must be the shipwreck Byron was referring to.

As he drew closer, he brushed past "Starlight".

Thor, devoid of any romanticism, spread his arms, which instantly transformed into enormous, transparent tentacles with suction cups.

He is embracing the galaxy.

Or rather, it swallowed the galaxy.

The white light, which could easily pass through solid objects, was swallowed up the moment it touched the tentacles.

The suction cups transformed into sharp mouths that stretched out greedy tongues, sucking and devouring every fragment of soul they could reach.

No one has ever dared to absorb soul fragments so forcefully. Even the mad Byron could only carefully analyze these strange soul fragments when he encountered them, and he never dared to try to absorb them directly.

Unrefined soul fragments may contain some of the original owner's memories from before and after death.

Broken and rare, yet like a persistent carbuncle, it is difficult to remove. Only by expending resources to clean and purify it for certain experiments can clean and usable fragments be obtained.

This is why so many soul fragments accumulate in the candle conduits of the Wizard's Tower.

Like a mountain of garbage, although it can be recycled, it is often very costly and time-consuming.

The effort and the reward are mismatched.

But Thor is different. With his ability to purify diaries, he devours plankton like a whale, accepting everything that comes his way.

The moment those white fragments of soul were swallowed by Thor's tentacles, they transformed into a massive amount of energy that filled his body.

Along with it came the many impurities contained within the fragments of the soul.

However, these impurities were not absorbed cleanly by the diary as they had in the past.

Before Thor could even realize what was happening, he was frozen in place by a powerful impact.

He felt as if his skull had been ripped open, and piles of fragmented images were being shaken out.

Countless fragmented images were accompanied by jarring sounds.

There was despair, sadness, pain, anger, fear...

What's even more confusing is that the visuals and accompanying sound are often not the original audio. It's like watching a horror movie with gunfight music playing in the background.

The word that stands out is "chaos"!

This feeling is so disturbing it makes my head spin.

For almost an instant, Thor forgot where he was, what he was doing, what he had just been thinking, and what he was expecting...

After the initial confusion came immense fear. But the fear was fleeting, like a gentle touch on the head.

What ended everything was an overwhelming sense of loneliness that made one tremble all over.

Loneliness, deathly silence.

Bissol had just flown over the sea, the sea and sky encroaching on each other, leaving only a vast expanse of black, white and gray, making it even more desolate.

Thor's descent came to a complete halt.

After absorbing numerous glowing soul fragments, the transparent tentacles also began to emit light.

But the spirit armor beside him, which had been trembling due to the water pressure, instantly solidified.

However, the abundance of energy is accompanied by a crisis of consciousness.

Within the aura of light, Thor vaguely sensed that the glowing fragments of souls were beginning to actively burrow into him, further exacerbating the chaos in his mind.

Thus, the images continued one after another, the sounds cut off from each other, and Thor's external body seemed to turn into a stone statue, unable to move; but his inner consciousness was undergoing tremendous turbulence.

The chaotic feeling he experienced from absorbing a large number of soul fragments this time was even more terrifying than his first reckless experiment involving body modification.

But amidst the increasingly intense pain, Thor gradually regained his senses.

He felt he should be suffering in this chaos, but his brain unexpectedly blocked out the negative interference.

His eyes suddenly rolled back completely, and the external images immediately disappeared from his consciousness.

He can only see the impurities brought about by the fragments of his soul in his mind now.

The chaotic audio-visual impact is therefore even more intense!

Degrees and seconds are like years.

However, Saul, who was now fully conscious, gradually began to see a line in these fragmented sounds and images.

A single thread running throughout.

This line connects all the fragments.

Thor had a feeling that if he found the end of the thread and gently pulled it, he would discover that everything was orderly and the chaos was simply due to a lack of breadth of knowledge.

The sounds, images, or rather the experiences of the deceased will be arranged in a predetermined order.

And as long as Thor shakes the string, he can make the things connected by the string behave according to his ideas.

Now, in the chaotic scene before Thor's eyes, one line is becoming increasingly clear.

Thor reached out—in his mind he reached out—trying to touch that thin thread hidden in the many consciousnesses.

He felt like he was about to touch that line.

But when his fingertip was only one millimeter away from the thin line, all the images and sounds, as well as the thin line that was so close at hand, disappeared in an instant.

Thor snapped out of his daze and realized he was still in the deep sea.

He was standing on the bottom of the sunken ship, with one hand outstretched forward.

And all around him, fragments of souls still drifted like fireflies.

"Brother Thor! Brother Thor! What's wrong?"

A silver butterfly flew to Thor, its voice tinged with worry.

Meanwhile, the algae that had transformed into a propulsion device stretched its head in front of Thor and gently bit Thor's arm with its shark-like teeth, bit by bit.

It is also trying to awaken Thor.

Before Thor could even comfort his two little pets, he felt like his lungs were about to burst!

The overwhelming feeling of suffocation, accompanied by the fear of impending death, instantly took over the main working areas of his brain.

We must surface immediately!

Wizard apprentices can hold their breath for a long time, but that doesn't mean they don't need to breathe.

In fact, they consume a huge amount of energy and therefore have an even greater need for air.

Now, due to an accident, Saul has reached the point where his body can no longer withstand suffocation.

We must surface immediately!

He thought again.

However, just as he was about to step onto the sunken ship and float to the surface, he felt a strange magical fluctuation coming from beneath his feet.

Thor glanced down.

At a glance, I spotted a few gray stones nestled in the cracks of the rotten wooden planks.

Although the gray stones looked no different from other rocks on the seabed, Thor, with his extremely sharp mental power, quickly discerned that the magical fluctuations he had just sensed were emanating from these small stones.

Saul pointed to the gap in the wood.

The Nightmare Butterfly was still completely confused, but Little Algae had already rushed over.

The worry about Thor just now turned into a huge bite force, and with a gulp, it swallowed several gray stones along with the surrounding rotten wood into its mouth.

Then, without Thor's instructions, the algae once again transformed into a propulsion device, sending Thor out of the seabed.

"Cough cough cough..."

Despite rising as quickly as his body could manage, Thor couldn't hold on until the end.

He choked on several mouthfuls of the bitter, fishy seawater, and felt a burning pain in his nose and throat.

At that moment, a beam of white light struck Thor; it was a level 0 sorcery spell that healed minor injuries.

As Thor paddled, he looked up and saw Byron, his senior, standing on the rocks, frowning and watching him with concern.

"Pfft." He wiped the seawater off his face and gave an embarrassed smile. "I almost messed up just now."

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(End of this chapter)