Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 385 The World of Pokémon

Penny didn't know what the dent on the back of the planet was either, so Thor opened his journal and asked the other consciousnesses.

But even the most knowledgeable Agu had never known about the dent.

"Could someone be deliberately controlling the information about the depression?" Thor pondered, stroking his chin. "Indeed, information that could lead to the extinction of the elven race is not so simple."

He asked, "So what did the Elf King do afterward?"

Penny said, "The elves told me that after the Elf King ascended the throne, he initiated a plan that involved the entire race."

"Oh?" Thor thought he was about to hear the important part.

"However, you should come and see this plan in person." Penny flew up again, circled in front of Thor, and landed on the woven painting on the back of the pure white royal throne.

The silver butterfly disappeared the instant it landed on the painting.

At the same time, a small silver dot was added to the woven painting.

"Am I going to enter this painting too?" Thor raised his hand, his fingertips reaching towards the woven painting, while the diary remained unresponsive.

His fingertips touched the screen, but nothing happened.

At this moment, Penny's voice continued to echo in Thor's mind.

"Brother Thor, did you know that the Nightmare Butterfly is actually a product created by a powerful wizard?"

Unexpectedly, Penny brought up something else.

"The great wizard who created us was actually a half-elf. He was very powerful, very powerful. But after the entire elven race disappeared from the world, he didn't last long before he died as well."

"Or rather, it was not accepted by this world and was destroyed."

"Brother Thor, back then I didn't know why Father died. But today, after seeing these poor elves, I finally understand..."

"This world does not allow consciousness to exist independently!"

"A world that doesn't allow consciousness to exist independently?"

Upon hearing this, Saul suddenly felt dizzy and had to hold onto the back of the chair to avoid falling.

He blinked, shook his head, and suddenly remembered a question that his mentor, Gorsa, had once asked him.

Can the soul truly exist independently?

"Am I going to hear the answer today?"

Penny seemed oblivious to Saul's odd behavior and was excitedly recounting her discovery.

"The underlying logic of our world seems to be the union of consciousness and body. Even if one can temporarily leave the body, the connection with the body can never be severed. Therefore, no one has ever been able to achieve independent existence of consciousness. No matter how close they get to success, they will soon die from contamination."

Listening to Penny's words, Thor began to ponder, "If consciousness cannot exist independently, then what are the consciousnesses in the diary? It should be that with the diary attached to them, they are not completely independent individuals."

And then there's Lady Yura. Although she's also a spirit, according to Kongsa, her silhouette is actually a kind of body. And even so, Gorsa still needs to create a more stable vessel for her to sustain her life.

Penny understood that Saul needed time to think after hearing her words, so she didn't interrupt him immediately.

After a few minutes, Penny continued, "Brother Saul, please place the sewing on the woven picture."

"A seam?" Thor instinctively pressed his wrist. "You mean I can observe the elven world through the seam?"

The seam is a very special curse. It has no killing power or defensive power. It can only be used to hide or to spy on a scene with only sunlight and grass.

The ability to hide is very useful, but the ability to spy is really meaningless.

No matter when or where Thor observes the scene through the crack, it is always the same: sunlight and grass.

Unexpectedly, today, Penny asked Saul to use his observational skills here.

Could all of this be a coincidence?

"Penny, how do you know that seams can observe the world of elves?"

"...Because that seed of evil only grew into a slit through the combined efforts of me and the whispered elf." Penny's voice was somewhat cautious, afraid that Thor would be angry.

Although Saul hadn't expected Penny to be keeping this from him, he was more surprised than angry.

"At that time, the Whispers of the Elves were on the verge of extinction, and you were still a sealed egg. How did you manage to create the altered seam?"

"At that time, I was indeed in a state of not inheriting consciousness, but I also had instincts, and you were also influenced by my instincts back then."

"...Yeah, the wizard apprentice who keeps dreaming about death is making me think I'm sleepwalking and killing people," Thor couldn't help but complain.

Penny's voice carried a hint of apology, "Well, anyway, it was the elven whispers that were initiating it. It wanted you to see the elven situation it was in, and it probably hoped to get your help."

"Ask me for help? Ask me, a level three wizard apprentice, to save a group of races with the highest rank being fourth? Are the elves insane? Oh, they certainly are."

Now, almost everything related to elves is tinged with madness; it's no exaggeration to say that elves have gone crazy.

"I understand, Brother Thor, but although elves have become synonymous with madness, Brother Thor, you don't need to be afraid. Don't you have...?"

Penny is referring to the diary.

Thor shook his head. If the diary really helped him unconditionally, he would definitely dare to provoke even a fourth-tier wizard.

But there is no diary.

The more Saul grew, the more he understood the power of the diary, and the more he felt its overwhelming force.

However, this power refuses to be transformed into real combat strength, merely serving as a signpost.

The choice of what to do is ultimately up to Thor himself.

How to proceed is up to Thor to take his own steps.

"Ah, they're here. Brother Thor, why don't you take a look for yourself? After you've seen them, you'll be able to make a better choice."

Without hesitation, Thor peeled off the curse from his wrist and slapped it onto the woven painting on the back of the pure white throne.

"Is this how you see it?"

"Uh...yes." Penny was surprised that Thor was so straightforward, and she herself was taken aback for a moment.

"The diary didn't warn me, so I can read it. And I also want to know why the elves have such a powerful corrupting influence."

Thor took a deep breath, placed his hands on either side of the seam, and leaned down to bring his left eye closer.

The world inside the crack was no longer sunny meadows.

He saw a bizarre and wonderful world.

He seemed to see a multitude of colors beyond his comprehension.

These colors twist and change, never still. One second it's a vibrant red, the next it's a deep blue.

Thor thought he was seeing a picture, but the next second it turned into lines.

The world within the cracks doesn't seem to exist in a material form. All the color changes are completely random.

Just as Thor was wondering what knowledge he could gain from these colors, he suddenly saw several white outlines in the distance.

Those outlines have absolutely nothing to do with human appearance, nor can they be said to resemble any animal; they seem to be just a figment of imagination, like a child's random scribbles.

But they are getting closer to Thor, and although it is difficult, like carp swimming upstream, they are still moving forward.

In the blink of an eye, the white outlines disappeared, and in the next moment, they were right in front of you.

"Is this... a world where only consciousness exists?" Thor thought to himself.

Just then, he received a signal.

It is not by sight, not by hearing, not by smell, not by taste.

A signal suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I want to go back."

(End of this chapter)