Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 50: The Modification Was So Awesome

Thor was taken aback. His first thought was, how many should he sell to avoid losing money?

But Byron knew that a successful and universally applicable transformation formula, as a foundation, was enough to establish a small wizarding force.

But Byron could only take advantage of the fact that Thor was a rookie and buy him at a low price.

Although it was impossible for it to be a buyout, Byron was extremely ashamed.

This is not an equivalent exchange, because he currently has no equivalent exchange.

After careful consideration, Saul rejected Byron.

"I'm sorry, senior, it's not that I don't want to give it to you. It's just that I'm afraid only I can succeed with this modification formula."

This renovation was actually very dangerous.

Normally, a first-level apprentice wouldn't even know what a locator is. They could only wait for their consciousness to gradually collapse and death to slowly descend while enjoying the illusory happiness gained from the witch body modification.

But Thor has a tool that's perfect for acting as a locator—the Death Wizard's Diary.

Although Thor was still unclear about the specific meaning of the locator, he had some guesses after this experiment.

That's what allows wizards or apprentices to solidify their understanding of the world.

There's a Death Wizard's Diary—what a hassle, from now on I'll just call it the Diary.

Even if Byron hadn't appeared, Thor wouldn't have died.

When Thor is near death, his diary will pop up to make its presence known. Upon seeing the diary, Thor will stabilize his consciousness and prevent it from collapsing and dissipating.

But when Thor thinks back on it now, the feeling of cognitive collapse, mental confusion, and the gradual disintegration and death of his spiritual body is truly terrifying!

"A unique, targeted modification formula?" Unexpectedly, Byron seemed relieved after hearing Thor's words. "Then I can afford it. I don't want to modify it; I just want to understand your formula design philosophy."

"I still owe you something... and now I owe you at least a hundred credits' worth of equivalent value." Byron suddenly felt incredibly poor. "Is there anything you want right now?"

Thor was stunned. He hadn't even said anything yet, and Byron had already signed a contract to sell himself into servitude?

"Senior, could you check my physical condition first?"

Although Byron felt that this matter was not worth Saul mentioning as a reward, he still happily pulled out a bunch of things from his stomach.

With the help of his experienced senior apprentice Byron—who had been a second-level apprentice for at least a decade—Saul finally gained some understanding of his current situation.

His magic power is currently 11 joules, and judging from the energy emanating from his left hand, he can at least raise his magic power to 13 joules before his left hand is completely stabilized.

Thor's mental strength has also improved slightly.

This is quite remarkable; it's likely that the fantastical, out-of-control experience forged Thor's mental fortitude.

Unlike magic, mental strength cannot be improved through meditation. Even if it is slow, it will gradually accumulate.

Mental strength, however, is like a basic human attribute. Apart from a few cases of body modification, rare potions, ability advancement, and other special circumstances, it is difficult to significantly improve it.

Let's take the example of using a container to take water again.

Apprentices with low magical talent can eventually exchange their bowls for larger ones.

Even the fastest run to fetch water can only take nine seconds to run 100 meters.

In addition, although Thor's left hand is somewhat ugly and looks like a prosthetic hand, it does not affect his movements and remains agile.

Modifying an opponent is safer than modifying their eyes, mouth, or internal organs, and the side effects are much fewer.

However, what the specific aftereffects will be is something Thor will have to figure out for himself in the future.

"Guard your consciousness."

This is what Byron repeatedly warned Saul.

"Otherwise, one day you won't be yourself anymore."

Saul thinks this sentence can be interpreted as staying true to oneself and always knowing who you are.

He recalled all the anime and novels he had watched, the games he had played, the tests he had taken, and the jobs he had as a corporate slave in his past life...

Well, there's no problem with that for now.

Byron also explained the "locator" to Saul.

This knowledge wasn't something Thor should have possessed in the present day, but since he had already used the locator to complete the transformation of his body into a sorcerer, what could he do?

Now, as long as Thor raises his magic power to 50 joules and constructs a first-order spell model within his mind, he can successfully become a second-level apprentice.

After becoming a second-level apprentice, Thor can become a third-level apprentice by continuing to improve his magic and learn witchcraft.

After all, he already had the positioning device necessary to become a level three apprentice.

Thor, even as a newbie, overcame the most difficult barrier for others before reaching level three.

Now Saul finally understood why Byron's gaze still held a hint of envy and resentment.

She received a university admission offer right after starting kindergarten.

All that's left is to wait for them to grow up.

Byron did not ask Saul how he did it, nor did he ask what Saul's locator was.

"Before becoming a formal wizard, do not disclose any information about your locator to others, nor try to find out about other people's locators. If someone uses the characteristics of your locator to target you, death is almost the only outcome."

Thor nodded.

It's like a martial artist's Achilles' heel; if someone hits it, they lose their strength.

Finally, Byron told Saul how to test the abilities of his left hand and examine its specific attributes.

The original purpose of the witch body modification was not to enhance the apprentice's magic power; this was only the most basic part.

Truly powerful witch body modifications, like those of Byron and Kongsa, can transform the areas into their trump cards.

At this point, Byron's wounds healed once again.

He swayed.

Byron has already stabbed himself more than a dozen times today.

His brain was already experiencing insufficient blood supply.

Byron refused Saul's offer to take him back and staggered away from the second floor of the East Tower.

When Thor checked the time again, he found it was only 5:30.

He sat back down at the lab bench, looking at the messy desk, feeling as if more than ten days had passed.

His gaze gradually fell on his left shoulder.

The mouth split open.

"This transformation is fucking awesome!"

……

Jenna clutched the collar of her clothes tightly, her face filled with panic, huddled on her small bed in her dorm room.

The school dormitory is the safest place.

She has always thought so too.

So no matter how hard she studies during the day, or how scary her mentors and senior students are, she can still get a good night's sleep when she gets back at night.

But tonight, she really can't sleep.

She pulled open her collar again, her pupils shifting downwards to stare at her chest.

Jenna comes from a good family and developed early, already having a well-proportioned figure.

Occasionally, she would secretly admire her own body while taking a bath.

But today, she saw a worm in the center of her chest.

The insect crawled out from her sternum, but it was only about the length of an index finger and didn't seem to be very dangerous.

What's terrifying is that the worm actually had Jenna's own face on it!

"Senior Sid was right, we really have been taken into custody." Jenna couldn't bear to look anymore and buried her head in the pillow. "Where in the world is there a truly selfless organization?"

Why is the mutual aid society targeting a group of newcomers like us?

Jenna couldn't understand why such a kind senior like Luo Kai, and her classmates who discussed problems with her, would place such a terrible curse on her.

"If it weren't for Senior Sid reminding me..." A hint of infatuation flashed in the girl's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear. "I'm afraid I'd still be like everyone else, unaware of the danger. But I'm already under a curse, what should I do?"

Jenna's toes kept curling, making the sheets all wrinkled.

"Unfortunately, Senior Sid isn't good at breaking the curse, and he doesn't dare to openly confront Rokai." Jenna frowned again. "What way can a newcomer like me escape the Mutual Aid Society's control?"

Suddenly, something flashed through Jenna's mind.

"By the way, Claire, Claire only attended one support group meeting and hasn't come back since. Did she already discover the problem?"

"Damn it, why didn't she warn us?"

(End of this chapter)