Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 386 Alteration

"I want to go back."

This single thought appeared out of nowhere in Thor's mind and became a deeply ingrained obsession.

Thor's left eye instantly turned crimson.

At the same time, the eyes of the wooden doll hanging from his waist turned from red to black in an instant, becoming dark and deep, and then shattered into powder with a "crack"!

Within Thor's consciousness, four figures suddenly appeared on the previously empty consciousness platform.

They stared at each other in horror, wondering how they had suddenly appeared before Thor had come in.

But what's even more terrifying is that the starry sky around them began to repeat over and over again, "Want to go back, want to go back, want to go back..."

Herman looked terrified. "What happened?"

Morton angrily said, "Someone is trying to influence the master's consciousness."

Agu narrowed his eyes. "It's not an influence, something is modifying the master's consciousness."

The change of this word immediately made everyone nervous.

Modification means both erasure and addition, but what was erased and what was added, the four consciousnesses had no idea.

Just then, the diary above their heads lazily turned a page.

The sound was so loud that it startled several consciousnesses.

They all looked up, their eyes flashing with terror.

Compared to the terror I feel now, the unease I felt just now is nothing.

Meanwhile, outside, Thor, with his immense willpower, braced himself with his hands to keep his eyes open through the slits.

A dark red mark appeared on the outline of his left eye, which would take several days to fade.

At that moment, a speck of silver detached from the woven painting and flew uneasily onto Thor's shoulder.

"Master, Master, are you alright?" Penny's wings were trembling erratically.

It is afraid.

The Nightmare Butterfly entered this world of sentient spirits twice and was never attacked.

The consciousness of those elves was chaotic and disordered, without self or thought; their development and annihilation were just a thought away.

However, it did not expect that when its master's gaze fell upon this world, the chaotic consciousness of this world would launch an attack on its master.

Yes, in Penny's view, their act of projecting information into the master's consciousness is a form of attack!

Because this kind of projection is domineering and does not allow for resistance.

If the owner lacks the ability to protect themselves, they will instantly accept those messages and believe that they were born with such thoughts.

This change is terrifying; it's tantamount to distorting a person's perception of their own history.

If the information released were even more illogical, it could potentially erase a person's awareness of their own existence.

Even Penny couldn't revise these perceptions, believing that she could only observe history, not change it.

"Master... are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Penny asked cautiously.

It wanted to cry but had no tears; it was terrified that its owner would look up and ask, "Who are you?"

But what's even more terrifying is that it has no way of knowing which of the owner's perceptions have been altered; the tampered past may only be revealed at crucial moments.

That could potentially bring devastating damage to the owner.

Thor turned his head, smiled slightly, and flicked Penny's arm.

Having been unable to reach Penny, he actually managed to knock the Nightmare Butterfly over this time.

"Huh!!!!" Penny spun around in the air, letting out a surprised cry. "Master, how did you manage to touch me?"

"Why don't you go back to your diary for a while?"

Before Penny could refute his words, Saul put the book back into his diary, where it became a silver, openwork bookmark, quietly tucked between the pages.

The diary slammed shut, a few wisps of dust drifting from the pages before being swallowed by the starlit night.

Seeing this, Thor said helplessly, "This Nightmare Butterfly doesn't even know it's being affected, yet it's concerned about me?"

Just now, for a moment, he was indeed invaded by some sudden consciousness, but those consciousnesses went too deep and encroached on the space of the real big shot, and were slapped back by a page of the diary.

Thor regained his senses with little effort. Moreover, he found truly useful information within those out-of-control states of consciousness.

"When the Elf King saw the depression, he clearly discovered deeper information that I could not perceive. So he actually thought of escaping the material world and creating a world of consciousness that belonged entirely to the spirit."

"The elves may not be of high rank, but their mental talent is extremely strong, which is why they actually created a similar world. The principle is somewhat similar to my consciousness platform, but it is much more complex and complete... Hmm, although I only gained a little bit of knowledge, it is enough for me to upgrade my consciousness platform and consciousness battlefield again."

"Currently, pulling people into the consciousness battlefield is rather abrupt and has no effect on those with stable mental states and strong wills. However, if I could construct the consciousness battlefield into a small world like the elves do, I could gradually pull people's consciousness in without encountering too much resistance."

"No wonder the diary didn't stop me; I practically robbed the robbers myself."

Thor's hand was still resting on the pure white throne, so the black and white planet behind him was still slowly rotating.

"But that's just a side benefit. The truly important knowledge is about the elves. They created a new world... and then, it seems, angered our world, or rather, our planet?"

Saul didn't really know if his description was accurate or not. But it was the most vivid one.

It's as if this world has its own consciousness.

Upon discovering that someone had actually established a new territory on his own land, he angrily drove all of them into the new territory, regardless of whether the new territory could support so many people.

And they even locked the door from the outside!

This resulted in the consciousnesses trapped in the new world suffering immense and endless pressure, to the point that they became a chaotic and mixed entity.

It appears colorful and dazzling, but in reality it is completely irregular and chaotic.

This is the most terrifying punishment for those elves who pride themselves on their powerful spiritual bodies.

At the same time, the world consciousness also erased the elves' physical bodies.

In Saul's view, this was tauntingly saying, "You guys don't want it? Then just destroy it."

So when the elves tricked Thor into coming here, they urgently conveyed their desire to go back.

"But there was only one thought: they definitely couldn't go back; these elves must have other preparations."

Thor lowered his head; he had just placed the Elf King's head at his feet to observe the gap.

Now he picked up the Elf King's head again. According to Penny, he should place the head on the pure white throne, which would be equivalent to returning the elves' treasure. But now he suddenly didn't want to do that.

"But we can't take it out of here. Taking it out would satisfy the black space's desire; placing it on the throne would satisfy the white space's desire. Now that I think about it, neither of them is probably a good thing."

Although Thor sympathized with the elves' plight, they probably never imagined that a single innovation would destroy their entire race.

But he understood even more how bizarre and terrifying these elven consciousnesses, compressed to the extreme and completely distorted, were now!

If they were really released, what would emerge would not be those beautiful fairies, but rather another form of life.

The actions they have just taken demonstrate how highly corrosive these new life forms are, capable of easily obliterating people's thoughts and perceptions.

At the same time, in order to survive in this material world, they must need a vessel!

Heh, what could be a more suitable vessel than a human? And the wizards among the human race are the best choice.

"It can't be taken out, and it can't be left here unattended. After all, Elf Valley isn't a truly enclosed place."

Thor tapped rapidly on the Elf King's head, making a "thump thump thump" sound.

"I don't have the strength to destroy it right now... Where should I hide it?"

"Give it to me."

A voice suddenly rang out behind Thor.

Thor was startled and immediately turned around, only to find a figure at the end of the red carpet in this room.

"Who are you?" Thor asked sharply, his voice strained.

There was no way around it; the person opposite was just too beautiful, breathtakingly so. It was already quite an achievement to maintain a stern expression.

The person who walked in answered expressionlessly.

"You can call me a half-elf; any other names will just be forgotten."

Behind the half-elf, snowflakes drifted in through the doorway.

It's as if this beautiful woman brought winter.

(End of this chapter)