Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 49 This world is too beautiful for me to look at.

These days he extracted the medicine from the heart and, based on its properties, ingredients, and reactions, found the corresponding medicine in the registry room.

The protection of the heart can help a dying person hold on for a day and a night.

The basic principle is to continuously release energy to keep organs that are about to fail active.

This medicine is ridiculously expensive; even though Thor got a bag of magic crystals from Peggy, he still couldn't afford it.

It's the kind of life-saving medicine that a second-level apprentice would sell their entire fortune to buy for themselves.

Fortunately, although Thor couldn't afford to buy it, he could purify it.

However, he obtained the heart a little too late. After a day and a night of experimentation, he only managed to extract two or three drops of not-so-pure Heart Guardian.

But for a newcomer like him, it was enough.

Thor opened the petri dish with one hand, then bent down and licked it.

A surge of pure energy immediately burrowed into my body from the tip of my tongue, as if it were a living thing.

It traveled down the throat, esophagus, stomach, and intestines, then turned a corner and entered the left hand.

The pain in my left hand lessened again until it gradually disappeared.

This is followed by a feeling of dizziness.

Thor blinked, his steps faltering, trying to move forward but instead retreating, until finally he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

Unlike before, this dizziness was not unpleasant.

Instead, it gave me a feeling of happiness, like I was floating on air.

It's like being high on alcohol.

"hey-hey."

Thor unconsciously grinned foolishly, not resisting the dizziness, and leaned back, lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling above him.

The ceiling began to rotate, reaching out its hands to Thor, inviting him to dance.

Thor happily stretched out his hands toward the ceiling, because dancing with the ceiling didn't require standing up.

He felt like he was waltzing with the ceiling, or some other graceful dance.

They were spinning around together.

One circle, another, and yet another.

He thought the ceiling was beautiful.

I really want to bend down and kiss him.

Just as Thor was stretching his neck, a loud "bang" startled the ceiling away.

Thor briefly regained his senses and turned his head to look.

The scarlet door was suddenly pushed open, and bubbles of all colors poured in from outside.

Black, blue, white, purple, red, yellow, green, gray...

So many bubbles, like a hundred giant bubble machines starting up at the same time, filled the entire room.

A strange humanoid creature walked into the bubble.

"Uh, Byron?" Thor recognized Byron and wanted to reach out to greet him, but he couldn't muster the energy.

Moreover, that senior student Byron looked very strange.

Thor squinted.

Byron's two arms both grew to the same side, and his eyes, mouth, and nose were not where they should be.

Ten fingers danced on the senior's bald head, where the original hair had grown from the ears.

"Thor, wake up! You have to wake up!"

The voice reached Thor's ears, but he couldn't immediately understand what it meant.

"Sol!"

"Silk—oh—er—"

Byron's voice also began to distort.

Thor finally realized that his perception of the entire world was flawed.

He quickly shook his head vigorously.

But as he moved, the whole world seemed to slosh around like soapy water, creating countless bubbles.

The entire morgue was smashed.

Not only did Byron go from being grotesque to being fragmented, but even Thor himself was no longer in his original place.

He saw his arms dangling in mid-air like little fish, his mouth opening and closing as it floated by, and his two eyes staring at each other...

"No! This is all an illusion!"

Thor neither closed his eyes to run away, nor did he shake his head again.

None of those things worked.

If my eyes had really flown away, then the scene I'm seeing shouldn't be what it is now.

Saul heard Byron's indistinct voice again.

"Win—Hmm—Feed—"

"What is he saying?"

Thor tried hard to recall.

"That's right, it's location!"

Thor's brain was spinning rapidly, and for a moment the world in front of him also began to spin rapidly.

Thor also felt intense dizziness.

"I need to find something that can help me reposition my perception of the world."

What is enough to solidify Thor's perception?

His left eye was desperately turning to the left, turning frantically...

Finally, Thor saw it.

Where it should be on his left shoulder, a hardcover book floats quietly.

Suddenly, several silver-embossed cursive characters appeared on the book cover.

Saul hadn't learned those words, but he recognized them nonetheless.

Death Wizard's Diary!

With the discovery of the diary, Thor's left shoulder finally returned to its original position.

Next are the left chest, left arm, body, neck, lower limbs, hands and feet, and hair.

Thor's everything finally returned to where it was, and the world before Thor's eyes finally returned to normal.

He slowly got up from the ground and looked at Byron, who was staring at him with a serious expression.

"Senior, thank you for saving me."

Byron had another wound on his throat, clearly inflicted just now to remind Saul.

But he shook his head, saying, "You saved yourself."

He approached Saul and looked him up and down.

"How did you manage to do that? How could you complete such a crazy transformation and still maintain your sanity?"

Byron opened his mouth wide and reached inside to pull out a black crystal ball.

Thor recognized this; it was a tool for testing magic power.

"Give it a try."

Thor picked up the crystal ball.

The black color inside the crystal ball is fading rapidly.

"11 joules..." Byron's gaze was once again incredibly complex. He looked at Thor as if he were looking at someone who had won the lottery on their first try.

He knew that Thor was doing body modification and had even contributed some of his efforts, but he never imagined that Thor could discover such a successful modification plan on his own.

This modification plan must be extremely dangerous. The moment Byron saw Thor, he felt as if Thor was about to turn into bubbles and fly away.

This is hardly a reaction to witchcraft transformation.

It was clearly the appearance of a second-level wizard apprentice whose consciousness was collapsing.

However, the black crystal ball clearly shows that Thor is indeed still a first-level apprentice.

But how did he manage to find his locator before his consciousness collapsed?

Thor had no idea how much Byron was thinking. Seeing the black crystal ball's reaction, he jumped up excitedly.

Despite his recent meditation efforts, Thor's magic power remains at only 4 joules, less than 5 joules.

But after successfully modifying his left hand, his magic power instantly increased to 11 joules.

I have completed Kaz's requirements and still have more than half a month of free time left.

He could still feel energy continuously transforming the rest of his body from within his left hand.

The magic power will definitely increase further.

Moreover, his greatest gain from the trip was his hardcover book.

I finally know the title of the book!

It really was the "diary" that West Germany had once murmured.

What kind of diary could possess the terrifying ability to foresee death?

How did West Germany learn of the existence of the diary?

"Thor." Byron's words interrupted Thor's thoughts. He rubbed his hands together, his face slightly flushed. "Could you sell me this modification formula?"

Abbaabaaba...

(End of this chapter)