Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 517 Mushroom Soup

Ochiri didn't seem to think that Thor was good at body modification, and that he was probably only talking to him because he had been locked up for too long and was going crazy.

Thor was not in a hurry to prove his strength.

In any case, the more dangerous the moment, the more the diary can perform its early warning function.

Right, Diary Bro?

"How long have you been detained? Has anyone left during this time?"

Ochiri was indeed going crazy with frustration. Although he didn't seem very energetic, it didn't stop him from continuing the conversation.

"I've been locked up here for three years. I've never seen anyone leave intact, but I've seen plenty of things broken into pieces or worth tens of thousands of yuan."

It seems that those who are imprisoned here don't have a good ending, but Ochili has managed to survive in this environment for three years, so he must have his own trump card.

Thor decided to spend the next bit of time observing how Ochiri survived.

Of course, Thor's goal wasn't just survival. He just kept one thing in mind: in no man's land, you must understand the local rules before taking any action.

Thor has now revealed some of his cards, and the old witch will likely give him at least some time to prove he is useful.

Thor faced Ochiri, adopting the look of a curious child, and asked, "If we can help the old witch complete her perfect talent transformation, do you think she'll let us go?"

This time, Ochiri finally raised his eyelids and glanced at Thor.

"Perfect talent? You're right, if it can be modified, then it truly is a perfect talent. But do you think that's possible?"

"Perfection is impossible, but we must always strive towards it. Otherwise, are we just going to wait here to die? The opponent is a second-tier wizard. Unless one of us can advance in this environment in a short time, the old witch can kill us easily."

Thor was very proactive; he reached out and grabbed the railing in front of him, trying to channel his magic.

After all that effort, the magic power I used could only ignite a small flame.

He tried to break the railing with force, but the seemingly fragile wooden railing, made of some unknown material, remained completely unmoved.

Thor continued to try to vibrate his mental energy to soften and deform his skin, but at most he could only make his skin slightly transparent. Any more than that would be suppressed by the cage, which forcibly stabilized his mental body.

He released his grip and said to Ochiri, "What an impressive cage! I've never seen this kind of material before."

"There are too many materials you haven't seen before. Judging from your appearance, you're probably not even thirty years old. These days, young wizards, upon hearing that the No Man's Land is full of rare materials, don't even consider their own strength before plunging in headfirst."

Seeing that Thor's efforts had all been in vain, Ochiri's lips curled into a mocking smile. But when he thought of his own situation, that smile turned bitter.

"Lord Ochiri, with your broad knowledge and rich experience, is there no other way to escape from here?"

"No." This time, Ochiri answered quickly, then laboriously lay back down. "You're wasting your time. The old witch won't let you off easily just because of your side of the story. Think about how to survive tomorrow's test first."

Seeing that Ochiri was unwilling to communicate any further, Thor went to look at the others, but they were either motionless and unresponsive, or they seemed to completely misunderstand Thor's words.

For example, that barbarian.

Thor closed his eyes and pretended to rest, communicating with several consciousnesses in his mind.

The lights were dim, and no one could tell how much time had passed.

The door to the room opened again, and the old witch pushed a small cart in.

Based on the changes in his body and the degree of recovery of his mental body, Thor felt that about three hours had passed.

"Dinner's ready. Honestly, I still have to cook for you. But remember to thank the new guy; he added mushrooms to your meals!"

Apart from the barbarians, the old witch gave each person a bowl of soup with a few white mushrooms floating on top.

The soup bowl was small enough to fit just through the gap in the railing.

Saul was the last to get his soup bowl. By the time he hesitantly picked it up, everyone else had already started drinking.

The soup was crystal clear with a little bit of oil on it, and two mushrooms about the size of a thumb were floating on top.

When Thor looked at the mushrooms, he immediately noticed that the two white mushrooms looked very similar to the mushrooms on the head of the coachman Marsh.

This made him doubt again whether the old witch had really planted the coachman in the ground. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it now. However, the mushroom on Marsh's head was in a symbiotic relationship with him. As long as the old witch hadn't killed Marsh in the first place, she probably wouldn't kill him again in order to get more mushrooms.

The mushrooms look like ordinary mushrooms, but this soup must be something special.

Thor squinted and looked at it. The originally clear soup had turned dark green in an instant, with some small yellow bubbles mixed in.

It looks eerie and creepy.

I don't know if it's poisonous.

Seeing that Thor hadn't drunk any soup, the old witch tapped the railing with her finger.

"Clang! Clang!"

"Drink it if you don't want to die, or I'll dissect you right now."

Agu: [This medicine is called Fletcher's Love Soup, a low-cost life-sustaining agent. It was originally invented to imprison lovers who wanted to run away. Anyone who drinks this soup will lose their sense of direction.]

Thor pursed his lips, and seeing that the old witch's eyes had already narrowed, he quickly tilted his head back and poured the heart-warming soup into his stomach.

Seeing that Thor had finished the soup, the old witch snorted and took the empty bowl away.

The others also failed to leave their bowls behind; the old witch wouldn't allow them to put anything into the cage.

After finishing his soup, Ochiri glanced at Thor again. "From now on, you're truly never going to get out of here again."

He seemed disappointed that Thor was so obedient, and then he lay down with his back to Thor.

This time, Thor didn't try to strike up a conversation with Ochiri; instead, he kept his mouth tightly shut.

The two mushrooms he had just put into his mouth were now dancing on his tongue.

After jumping for a while, the mushroom seemed to get tired and automatically slid down Thor's throat.

Thor lowered his head and covered his face, recalling the drawing the mushroom had made on his tongue.

It seems to be saying, "I'm fine, idiot."

"What does 'two' mean?" Thor wiped his face and looked up again.

"Ha!"

He was shocked to find that the old witch had returned at some point and was pressing her face against the gap in the railing, staring at him for who knows how long.

"Drunk? Haha, that's normal the first time. You'll get used to it after a few more drinks."

Upon hearing this, Saul immediately understood that people who drink the heart soup for the first time might feel dizzy from losing their sense of direction.

But he felt nothing at all.

Regardless of the reason, Thor started his performance again.

He recalled his previous half-drunk state, staring blankly at the old witch without saying a word.

The old witch laughed, then reached her fingers into the cage and dragged Thor out.

Thor followed lazily behind the old witch.

"Where...am I going?" He wasn't sure if he should have any other reaction, so he just slowed down his speech and didn't dare to overreact.

The old witch laughed. "Go to my laboratory. If you behave well, you might have a chance to come back."

(End of this chapter)