Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 407 False? True?

"They killed Instructor Gorsa!"

Heywood was furious, his bony hands clenched into fists and waving them in front of his chest.

It seems they want to give those rebels another good beating.

"I knew those eyes hidden in the layers would fabricate a history for this century," Saul chuckled.

In their conception, it would be normal for Gorza to be portrayed as someone who dies after being betrayed.

After all, these eyes may have died because of the tower master in their previous lives.

After death, he was imprisoned forever in the interlayer, dozing off day after day.

However, Thor still appeared shocked. "You mean someone killed the tower master and destroyed the wizard tower?"

He then appropriately expressed his doubt, "How could a group of first-tier wizards possibly kill the Tower Master?"

"I don't know the specifics of the process," Heywood said with a regretful expression. "It was the final step of Mrs. Yora's resurrection experiment. And because of the preparations for the preliminary experiment, I was exhausted and had to rest in the first warehouse."

Unexpectedly, while I was half-asleep, a massive surge of magical and mental energy suddenly emanated from the upper levels of the wizard's tower. Just as I was about to get up, a deafening roar shook me, and I was knocked unconscious almost without any resistance.

When I woke up, I wanted to see what had happened. I found several instructors surrounding Instructor Gorsa, and his condition was clearly off... something was wrong...

The aged Haywood began to tremble all over, and when the wind blew again, most of his silver hair was taken away, revealing skin underneath that looked like it had been severely burned.

At the same time, Thor saw that there was a dent in the back of his head where Heidi had been parasitizing, as if half of the brain had been hollowed out!

"I was going to save my mentor." The elderly Haywood was completely unaware of his own changes; he was still staring blankly at the sky. "But as I approached, my mentor suddenly started exploding with snowflakes all over his body."

Thor frowned, thinking, "Snowflakes exploding? Isn't that blood? Isn't that how that half-elf died? Is this illusion referencing my recent memories?"

As the exclusive property of a large family with at least three rank official wizards, Thor couldn't guarantee whether the things in the interlayers had abilities similar to the Nightmare Butterfly.

However, he has a diary to protect him, and his own soul's history also contains secrets that cannot be explored, so it would be very difficult to see his memories under normal circumstances.

Or rather, this illusion is like a dream. Although it was initiated by someone else, the content of the dream was actually created by himself.

Of course, there are many other possibilities, such as the content originating from other people's ideas...

Thor, wanting to determine the cause of the illusion, tried asking, "Why are there snowflakes on the mentor?"

Heywood shook his head blankly. "I don't know, nobody knows. I only saw the snowflakes... those snowflakes contaminated everyone, all spirits, all plants within a kilometer radius..."

I was terrified, so terrified. Without thinking, I crawled into the abandoned underground laboratory and hid in the deepest part of the Soul-Eating Swamp. But even so, I was still contaminated. It was Heidi who absorbed all the contamination and then self-destructed from my body, thus saving my life.

I lived in a daze for decades before slowly coming to my senses. I grabbed a hunter from outside and questioned him, only to learn how much time had passed. I learned that almost everyone in the Wizard's Tower was dead. Only I and a few wizard apprentices who hadn't returned escaped.

The elderly Haywood bowed his head and extended his hands from his sleeves.

Those hands were like gnarled tree branches in the dark, extremely stiff even to move.

"But I also lost most of my power as a result, and can only be considered a first-level apprentice."

After he finished speaking, he looked up and stared at Thor's face. "Where have you been? Some people thought you were dead, some guessed that you knew the Tower Master was corrupted and ran away. But when I look at you today, you seem exactly the same as when you disappeared."

Heywood's gaze moved from Saul's face to his clothes. "The clothes are all identical, without a single sign of wear. It's as if time has stood still on you."

Thor strode forward, his feet crunching on the weeds.

"Me? I inexplicably fell into a pit, and when I climbed out, I saw the world had become like this, and you came out to tell me that a hundred years had passed."

Thor continued to approach Haywood.

The latter did not react at first, but gradually became afraid.

He took a step back, tripped over the bricks behind him, and staggered two steps.

Seeing that the other party was about to retreat, Thor immediately pushed off the ground and quickly chased after him.

Heywood turned to run, but his battered body was no match for the young and strong Thor.

Thor quickly grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed him against the broken wall.

"What are you trying to do?" Haywood struggled in panic, showing none of the composure he had as a top-tier third-level apprentice a hundred years ago.

It seems that pollution and death have drained his energy and spirit.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you." Thor easily subdued his opponent, and it wasn't just to consume a product of the illusion.

As the only creature in the entire illusion with self-awareness and the ability to react, his numerical values ​​and data are well worth studying and analyzing.

Thor extended his mental energy to sense the fluctuations in the other party's response. Afterwards, he carefully examined Haywood's injuries and physical condition.

"These data look so real." Thor released the aged Haywood, suddenly feeling a little unsure.

Is this really just an illusion created by the eyes of vengeful spirits?

Unless you experience it firsthand, how can those eyes produce such reasonable data?

Heywood coughed twice; judging from his appearance and the data Thor had just sensed, his body was extremely weak.

I don't know how they lived to be a hundred years old.

At this moment, the sunlight behind the two began to turn dim and yellowish.

The sun is about to set.

Heywood wasn't angry. "Are you testing me? I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. It's getting dark, and we have to get into the Wizard Tower ruins, or a deadly guest will come knocking."

Seeing Heywood's composure, Thor refrained from attacking again. "What kind of enemy is he? Why don't we just leave?"

Heywood had already started turning around and walking back.

"It's no use. Whether you stay in the darkness or try to leave, you'll be killed by those guys watching you. I just walked around the surrounding forest and captured a few hunters from the neighborhood, and I almost died there. If I hadn't realized what was happening in time and rushed back here, I would have died at the hands of those mutated ordinary people."

Those terrifying things seemed to have absorbed all the resentment within the wizard's tower, making them incredibly terrifying and powerful. They forever shrouded the outer perimeter of the wizard's tower, like a nightmare.

"So powerful? We can't even go outside?"

"That's right." Seeing that Thor hadn't followed, Haywood turned back and asked helplessly, "Are you coming or not? Don't worry about any traps here. You should have noticed just now that I don't even have the power to activate a large-scale witchcraft array. I'm no match for you."

Thor smiled and finally took a step to follow.

"I'm just curious about the enemies you mentioned, and I want to see what they look like. From your description, they sound somewhat like evil spirits."

"If only it were just an evil spirit. In a little while, when it's completely dark, you'll see it."

Haywood led Thor through a door in the West Tower.

Because only a portion of the first floor and a few second floors remain of the Wizard Tower, Haywood has been living on the first floor of the West Tower for many years.

This place used to be like a garbage dump, but because of this, many supplies can be found here.

Heywood built a small house in this junkyard.

Upon entering the dilapidated building, the first thing Haywood did was light a candle.

The candlelight looked familiar; it was none other than the white candles that could be seen everywhere in the wizard's tower.

"After dark, you must never leave the area illuminated by the candlelight."

Heywood turned around, the stark white light shining on his face, making the scars on his face appear even more gruesome.

"Otherwise, you'll die too."

(End of this chapter)