Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 389 The Forgotten Genius

The backup plan Gorsa mentioned made Thor tense, but the other party didn't seem to want to make things clear.

He played with the Blue Water Soul in his hand, making the little ball bounce between his fingers like a toy.

"Have you seen any elves?" he suddenly changed the subject.

Thor's voice was still somewhat frozen and stiff, "I... I don't know if what I saw counts as an elf."

Gorsa said, "If we follow the original definition of species, they shouldn't count. But since there are no pure-blooded elves left in this world, calling them new elves is fine too."

He lowered his head slightly, seemingly looking at his own hands, or perhaps looking at something else through his hands wrapped in pink bandages.

"So someone already asked that question for us a long time ago. The soul, it seems, cannot exist completely independently of the body."

Thor didn't reply; he was simply puzzled. "Do you know what happened to the elves?"

Didn't he say he didn't know before?

"The half-elf mentioned a few things to me before he went in; the rest is all guesswork," Gorsa winked at Thor. "I guess the elves, with their naturally strong spiritual power, chose to discard the burden of their physical bodies for some reason. To do so, they created a backyard for themselves. Unfortunately, this act of exploration angered the underlying rules of some being, so they were sent to the backyard they created, only to find that it had turned into an abyssal prison."

"I guessed, right?"

Gorsa is asking Thor.

Thor also wanted to compare answers with Gorza to see if his thoughts would be accepted.

"After seeing the enormous crater on the other side of the world, the elves decided to abandon their physical bodies and hide in a world composed entirely of consciousness. This is my guess based on what I saw and heard in the valley."

Unexpectedly, Gorsa on the other side gradually frowned.

Specifically, the bandage between his eyebrows wrinkled.

"The other side of the world... is concave..." Gorsa fell into deep thought.

Judging from his expression, it seemed like he was hearing about "dents" for the first time.

Wasn't it said that the Tower Master came from an extremely powerful wizarding family on another continent?

Why didn't he know about the depression on the other side of the world?

"Could it be... because of this?" Gorsa muttered to himself.

When he saw the questioning look in Thor's eyes, he suddenly composed himself and stopped talking about his thoughts on the depression.

"From this perspective, the body is actually our natural positioning device. Although it is not as powerful as the positioning device we choose later in life, it is safe and stable... Unfortunately, many people just treat it as a burden."

Gorsa leaned back comfortably on the soft cushions, his elbow resting on Mark's head.

"Thor, it's quite impressive that you were able to complete two body modifications without harming yourself."

Faced with the tower master's praise, Thor could only lower his head and accept it humbly.

Unlike Byron, his transformation relied more on external forces.

In Thor's view, Byron, who could turn his body into a tracking device through his own efforts, was the real genius.

It was only because the degree of modification was too great that Senior Byron was nearly 30 years old before he was promoted to the third level of apprentice.

I'll definitely give him a good compliment when I get back.

Lost in thought, Saul suddenly noticed the red-eyed puppet clipped to his waist.

At this point, the puppet's two eyes were both empty holes.

Thor then remembered that when he was observing the elven world, the puppet's eyes seemed to have exploded.

He quickly took the puppet from his waist and handed it to Gorsa, saying, "Master, this puppet's eyes are broken."

They won't make me pay for it, will they?

Thor said cautiously, "It seems that the elves tried to influence my mind, but the puppet blocked part of the mental attack."

Actually, most of it was hidden by the diary.

However, since Gorsa didn't know exactly how powerful the elf's mental attack was, he decided to attribute most of the credit to the puppet.

To everyone's surprise, upon seeing the puppet, Gorza suddenly wore a look of amusement and distress—don't ask Thor how he figured it out.

"Oh dear, that's thoroughly bad. The person who left the mental mark on it is going to suffer now."

"Mental marking?" Thor asked rhetorically.

Anyway, judging from Gorza's tone, it was clear that he wasn't the one who left the mark.

"It's Yura's," Gorsa immediately revealed the answer. "She's very good at detecting malicious mental attacks, and this puppet was created using her abilities."

He paused, then added, "It's alright, I sent her back to the Wizard's Tower yesterday. She'll be safe there."

……

One hour ago, at the Wizard Tower.

"Katz told me you also discovered the Blue Water Soul?"

In the dimly lit room, Rum, the mentor, sat in the corner looking at Byron, who was entering his room for the first time.

Byron stood five meters away from Rum's head, his head bowed, careful not to let the sludge from his feet spill onto his shoes.

"Hmm." As if feeling it wasn't appropriate to answer his mentor's question with just one word, Byron's throat parted into a gap. "I named it gray matter."

"Heh," Rum couldn't help but chuckle, "Kazu must have complained about how awful your name is, right?"

Byron actually thought Grey Matter sounded much better than Blue Water Soul, but he was just a bit straightforward, not stupid.

"Um."

Rum couldn't help but chuckle again.

Now, when he laughs, his fat no longer jiggles around.

Just like the deepest sea, the turbulent currents beneath the surface do not disturb the calm of the sea.

"Of course, discovering it isn't the real surprise; what truly delighted me was the potion-making formula you submitted. The logic behind it is quite intriguing, and judging from your current state, it has already been validated, hasn't it?"

Byron nodded, but he didn't ask why the potion formula he submitted to Instructor Katz in exchange for promotion materials ended up in Instructor Rum's hands.

"Tell me about your application strategy."

Byron did not speak immediately this time.

Rum wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "I won't let you talk for nothing. As long as your ideas are sound, I'll recommend you for the resurrection experiment when the Tower Master returns. You'll be able to get whatever materials you want with just a word."

Byron's eyes lit up. "Is Thor in this experiment too?"

Rum nodded. "Yes. If you also want to join this experiment led by the Tower Master, then show me your knowledge."

Byron roused himself, put his hand into his mouth, and pulled a thick notebook from under his skin.

This notebook is much thicker than the one that was given to Saul, and it records his experiments and conjectures about gray matter.

The one by Saul is a condensed and edited version.

Just as Byron was about to begin his performance, a thick, dark shadow slipped through the crack in the door to Rum's tutor.

Yura never knocks.

Rum tilted his head, half his face squeezed into his fat, revealing a smile.

"Please wait a moment, we have guests."

A black figure, resembling a paper cutout, slowly walked in.

"I heard someone else has also discovered the Blue Water Soul?"

"Yes, it seems to be a genius we've overlooked," Rum said, pointing to Byron in front of him.

He then introduced Byron, "This is the person we are going to resurrect, the Tower Master's wife, you can call her Lady Yora."

Byron bowed to Yura without any expression.

Yura turned her head to the side, completely obscuring her expression. "That's wonderful."

She leisurely sat down on an experimental table, crossing her legs like a little girl.

"Gorsa is taking this experiment very seriously, and we estimate that formal testing will begin within six months." Yu stretched out his hand and rummaged around on Rum's lab table, finding a small, transparent sphere with swirling clouds of mist inside. "Let me listen in for a bit. Do you have any new ideas?"

Yura tossed the blue water spirit in her hand one after another.

Byron looked at the small ball in Mrs. Yura's hand, thought for a moment, and then took out a small pouch from his own pocket.

"This is the original state of Blue Water Spirit, which I call gray matter. Take a look at this; it matches my research report better."

After saying that, he took out two gray objects from his small pocket and handed one to Mrs. Yura and Professor Rum.

(End of this chapter)