Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 513 This is No Man's Land

A drop of water fell on Thor's face. He looked up and realized it was raining.

It was not yet noon, and the sun was still high in the sky, but a thick cloud had drifted over from above.

Below, Claude's story has come to an end.

"This incident became a nightmare I could never forget. Later, after finally becoming a full-fledged wizard, I left that wizard and returned to my original village. In order to escape the nightmare, I recreated all the dead villagers and brought them here, through the Dream Bell."

Claude held up the seashell wind chime in his hand. "This is a magical artifact given to me by that wizard, who is now my mentor. It can control the villagers' corpses, making them appear as if they are still alive. But suddenly one day, the villagers here began to develop their own consciousness. What's even more terrifying is..."

Claude looked at Thor. "They behaved exactly as I remember. But their personalities have become incredibly extreme; they'll kill someone at the slightest provocation."

"Don't you know when the villagers 'came to life'?"

Claude shook his head. "I didn't investigate further, because anything strange could happen in the no man's land. But less than two years later, things changed again. Suddenly, a new rule appeared in the village: whoever strikes first will always kill the one who strikes second."

"How did you discover this rule?" Thor asked.

Surely Claude can't have the same golden pages as him, capable of conducting multiple virtual death simulations?

"Because I've been killed countless times in this village." Claude tilted his head back, the broken scar on his neck clearly visible.

Herman: [Is he unkillable in this village?]

An: [I think he just couldn't be killed by these strange villagers, right? Otherwise, why do you think he came out on his own? Wasn't he still being held to the back of the head by his master's Dark Spirit Blade?]

Morton: [Judging by his appearance, he's just an ordinary Tier 1. If Master doesn't help him today... hmph, he won't live for many more years. Master saying it's an equal exchange is already letting him off easy. He's the one begging Master.]

As Thor listened to Claude's account, he also read the discussion of the consciousnesses in the diary. "In other words, although you are still alive, you have become a part of the village's rules. You, like the other villagers, have been corrupted."

Claude did not deny it.

Ever since he was killed and reborn by the villagers, he realized that he was not normal either.

But he dared not try it: if he were killed by someone else, could he be resurrected?

Upon hearing this, Thor felt more confident.

He jumped down from the roof. "Although you and the villagers can be resurrected after death, the pollution and energy consumed in the process have nowhere to be replenished. So you set up the village here, killing passersby at any time to replenish your soul energy, is that right?"

Claude hesitated, but after sensing the small blade embedded in the back of his head, he refrained from making any rash moves.

"Actually... this village wasn't originally located here. Although there are more passersby here, too many people aren't a good thing for me." Claude brought up an incident, "Six months ago, I suddenly received a letter. The writer told me that if I didn't want to mutate into a monster, I should move here and wait for someone."

"Waiting for whom?"

"It wasn't mentioned in the letter, but I think it might mean I should wait for you."

A bad memory suddenly flooded Saul's mind. "Who wrote the letter?"

"Kismet".

Thor's lips twitched. "Very good."

He walked up to Claude. "Now, I'll help you recover. As for the other villagers, that depends on whether you have any other valuable information to provide."

An hour later.

The small village has become lively again.

The villagers seemed to have forgotten that a wizard was coming to select apprentices. They hadn't been this relaxed in a long time, and they stood happily in the street sharing their feelings.

Saul and Claude stood in front of the village chief's house, like two invisible men.

"Thank you," Claude said earnestly.

Thor examined the milky-white seashell wind chime in his hand, one of the prices Claude had paid for it—the Dream Bell.

It is said to be able to soothe spirits and weave them a new memory.

"While the pollution made the villagers terrifying, it also gave them the strength to exist. Now that most of the pollution has been removed, these villagers won't be around for much longer."

In this small village, apart from Claude, no one else is alive, and the reason for their existence is a mystery.

When Thor absorbed the pollution, the villagers regained their normal human nature, but their vitality was also rapidly dissipating.

Perhaps it can last for another month? Or ten days?

"I know, I noticed it the first time you helped that girl absorb the pollution. But it's a relief for me and for them. Perhaps by breaking free from this strange pattern, they can rest in peace, and I can finally let go of the past."

"Well then, good luck to you." Thor put away the wind chimes, turned to leave, but stopped halfway, turned back and asked, "I haven't asked yet, who is that wizard who took you as an apprentice?"

Claude was also somewhat dazed. He thought carefully for a moment before saying, "My mentor is a third-tier wizard, the Dream Weaver Clark."

Third-tier wizard?

Saul was somewhat surprised. "Were the rules in this village also set by your mentor?"

Is it possible for a third-tier wizard to be this powerful?

"Impossible... I remember something. The reason the rules here are so powerful is because they are recognized by this land. This... is no man's land!"

Just then, the little girl ran over and tugged at Claude's clothes, "Little Claude, little Claude, I found a really big tree hole."

Claude stopped looking at Saul, smiled, bent down, and let the girl lead him away.

Agu: [He still doesn't want to leave this dream.]

Morton: [I don't see anything special about him that would catch the eye of a third-tier wizard.]

Ann: [Perhaps that third-tier wizard has other motives.]

Hermann: [...]

By this time, Saul had moved about 500 meters away from the nameless village, and the brown dirt road under his feet suddenly turned into a meadow.

He turned back again, but the village had vanished from sight.

Ahead, Marsh was standing in front of the car, waving excitedly at him.

Upon seeing Thor return, Marsh stammered, "My lord, you just... suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly reappeared."

"That's a combination of the effects of witchcraft and the rules." Thor was in a good mood after gathering a lot of information about the No Man's Land.

He jumped onto the carriage in two steps. Just as he was about to bend down and get inside, his legs suddenly gave way and he fell inside.

Marsh was holding the door open, waiting for Saul to go in, but saw him fall headfirst into the car.

Marsh's eyes widened immediately.

But the next second, he shut his mouth, which was about to cry out, slammed the carriage door shut, sat back in the carriage expressionlessly, flicked the reins, and drove off in another direction.

At the same time, the little girl who was squatting next to a big tree and talking to Claude suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Claude asked, bending down.

"The sound of water is gone." The little girl shook her head.

Claude didn't understand.

But the little girl didn't answer him; she just shook her head.

Claude stood up and then noticed that everyone else around him was also shaking their heads.

Or rather, it's like shaking your head, like shaking a bottle.

Claude frowned, pondered, and after a moment, shook his head in their manner.

"Splash—splash—"

He said in confusion, "The sound of water... it's been there all along, hasn't it?"

Thor: I'm not dizzy!

(End of this chapter)