Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 402 Asking About Something

Saul was also confused about Billy's attitude.

He seemed to subtly extend his goodwill to Saul on several occasions.

When there were only two escape slots left in Sailtown, he killed Angela without hesitation, took a gray stone from her body, and left first.

In retrospect, Angela was Billy's petri dish for himself. But before taking his final action, Billy never gave up on Angela and went to great lengths to protect her.

It could be said that Billy ultimately gave up on Angela because he didn't want to clash with Saul.

Today, Billy secretly warned Saul not to get involved in too many things, lest he encounter danger.

"Could it be that Billy and Roche aren't on the same side?" That night, Saul lay alone on the single bed in the second warehouse, pondering the meaning behind Billy's words. "But could he also be deliberately trying to curry favor with me and gain my trust?"

Saul was wary of Billy, and no matter how much Billy tried to be friendly, he could never truly trust him.

"Brother Thor, are you ready?"

Penny fluttered her silver wings and landed on Thor's forehead.

Today they will begin their dream journey in the second warehouse.

For the past few days, Thor has been wandering around the dormitory next to Byron's, hoping to find Byron... or his spirit, because he is near the place where the accident happened.

But after several days, he found no spirit whose mental energy fluctuations matched those of Senior Byron. Moreover, the dreams he entered each time were almost never the same.

This made Saul realize that dreams might not be affected by distance from reality as he had originally thought.

So today he decided to start dreaming in a different place, and if that didn't work, he would go to some more special places.

Go to places where the spiritual energy is stronger.

That's what it's like to search for someone without any clues; you can't even be sure if you're heading in the right direction.

But this is the only thing Thor can do now.

Even if he sought help from the tower master, the master would probably be powerless to help.

Even if Gorsa could observe the entire tower's movements through the mist-like figures inside, he probably wouldn't be able to detect spirits through them.

Moreover, his current physical condition seems very wrong, and he would not waste his mental energy on an apprentice who never cares about him.

If things go wrong, it could even reveal that Byron might still be alive.

Of course, Thor also harbored a lingering worry that the person who killed Byron might actually be Gorza.

Because Gorsa seemed to have a great understanding of the formation and structure of Blue Water and Gray Matter when he mentioned them.

"Let's begin."

Putting aside his unease, Thor closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still lying on the single bed in the second warehouse.

But when Thor sat up, a pair of silver, metallic wings appeared on his back.

Thor stood up and flapped his wings rapidly with a "whoosh".

The scene before him was immediately stretched out and flowed behind Thor, like a lump of clay stretched infinitely.

In the blink of an eye, Thor found himself in a pitch-black space.

"It's so quiet here."

Most dreams are silent, but when Thor entered this dark dream, he still felt an indescribable silence.

It's very dark here, there's no light source at all.

Thor stretched out his hand and could clearly see his own body.

But this wasn't because he was glowing; rather, it was because in his dream, he knew of his own existence and form.

But apart from his own body, Thor could see nothing else here.

Although he couldn't see anything, Thor could still sense that this was a very complex dream.

His spiritual energy radiated outwards, and one could sense the presence of many spiritual fragments that resembled stones.

"It's too fragmented. No one, not even a vengeful spirit, should have such a fragmented consciousness."

Dreams can reflect many things; they are both illusory and real.

But this first dream was very strange.

"Could I have entered the dream of an evil spirit? Although Gorza said there wouldn't be any evil spirits in the Wizard's Tower, nothing is absolute, and perhaps some have slipped through the net?"

Although he wasn't sure what kind of dream this was, Thor knew it wasn't Byron's dream.

He cautiously surveyed the dark surroundings and decided to flap his wings and leave this strange and unknown place.

However, just before he could form a conscious action command, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

Do not!

A cacophony of sounds filled Thor's ears, fragmented and chaotic, instantly making his mind feel foggy.

"Someone else has come in."

"Why are people coming in so often lately?"

"As punishment, let's eat him!"

"Hehehehehe..."

"A bunch of idiots, you can't possibly eat him!"

Why?

"Because we're dreaming!"

"Oh, so we were dreaming, hehehehe..."

"Then we can dream about eating too!"

"Can someone turn on the light?"

"Idiot, you don't even have eyes, what's the point of turning on the light?"

"Let me lick it, what kind of delicious soul is this~"

Thor, ignoring his dizziness, stared warily around.

He should have left immediately before the danger arrived, but for some reason, the things these people were saying sounded very familiar to him.

He hadn't heard these conversations, but he had a feeling that... he had experienced something similar.

Then, Thor noticed a small fragment of soul approaching him, but he did not sense any danger.

On the contrary, they felt that the guys who were close to them must be weak.

It's just making judgments based on feelings without any real reason.

Immediately afterwards, Thor felt something lick the back of his hand.

There was no saliva left, only the sticky feeling from the coarse coating on my tongue.

Before Thor could react, the guy who had licked him suddenly screamed.

"Ah—ah—ah—the Great Demon King is here again!!!!"

The air was silent for a brief second.

Then even louder and more piercing screams erupted from all around.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Help! The Big Mouth Monster is here!"

"Ah!!! I don't want to be eaten! I don't want to be eaten by the octopus monster!"

"Waaaaah, today was a nightmare! I need to wake up! Quickly! Immediately! Right now!"

Accompanying these piercing sounds were the fragments of souls gradually receding into the distance.

Only the fragment of soul that had just licked Thor was still trembling in place.

You could tell how terrified it was just from the trembling fluctuations of its mental energy!

Thor blinked slowly.

He suddenly realized whose dream he had entered.

Or rather, those guys'.

These noisy and nagging creatures are very likely the mouth-shaped vengeful spirits that once pulled his soul out of his body into the candle tube, intending to devour him.

Thor, writhing in agony from being bitten by those mouths, simply changed his spirit form, transforming into a giant octopus, and chased after those mouths that were biting him, swallowing them one by one into his body!

Finally, perhaps because the mouths were so afraid of him, they actually pushed him out of the trash can in Kaz's lab.

"Are you kidding me? You were the ones who attacked me first! And you call me the Great Demon King? An octopus monster?"

To confirm his suspicions, Thor reached out and grabbed the shard of the vengeful spirit that was too terrified to run away.

He immediately felt himself pinching something soft and fleshy.

Realizing it might be a mouth, he reached out with his other hand, pinched what looked like the corner of the mouth, and shook it like a thermometer.

"Waaaaah, don't eat me... Ugh... I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy..."

Saul was both surprised and amused.

The chaotic and disordered fragments of vengeful spirits in the real world are surprisingly capable of both thought and simple-mindedness in the dream.

He withdrew his hand and brought the mouth close to his own.

"I need to ask you something. If you don't know, I'll eat you up, thanks."

(End of this chapter)