Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 518 The Shock from the Top Student

Outside the room where everyone was imprisoned was a very primitive passageway.

The surrounding area was all soil, with faint traces of the reinforcement array visible.

The only lighting was still the glowing plants at my feet.

Thor followed the old witch closely, passing the first door, the second door, and then walking for about five minutes before seeing the third door.

The third door is half a meter away from the fourth door, and then there is another long and dark passage.

"I should be underground, or inside a mountain," Thor silently estimated, trying to sense the direction of the airflow to determine the location of the exit.

The old witch stopped in front of the third door and went in first.

Behind the door was a laboratory, but most of the equipment was rather primitive.

There aren't many glass items here; most are made of wood. To prevent liquid seepage, they've all been coated with a coating of unknown composition.

"Since you say you're good at body modification, then show me a simple project first."

The old witch pushed Thor inside and made him sit down at a table.

Then, the old witch pulled a large basin from a cabinet against the wall and slammed it down in front of Thor.

The large basin contained piles of parchment scrolls.

Thor picked up all the paper rolls and saw something that looked like dough underneath, which was being covered up.

But upon closer inspection, the dough is actually constantly wriggling.

Thor poked the dough with his finger, and it immediately caved in, not springing back for a long time.

But when Thor turned to look at the contents of the parchment, the dough instantly returned to its original shape.

"Since you have such a strong talent, I don't need to explain. I'll come to see you at this time tomorrow. If you haven't perfected this modification idea, I'll smash you into a basin."

The old witch didn't explain anything to Thor; she just told him to figure out the question himself.

Seeing that Thor had no questions, he went directly to the next room without even closing the door, certain that Thor couldn't leave.

Saul only had one day to review and solve the problem. However, he remained calm and unhurried, spreading out all the parchments one by one.

If the table isn't big enough, just put it on the floor.

"Next, each of you will have ten pieces of parchment. It's okay if you don't have any ideas right now; let's sort out the questions first."

Thor twisted his neck and rotated his wrist, suddenly feeling as if he had returned to the time when he was in the wizard's tower, where all he had to do was study.

……

A day has passed.

The old witch sighed and slowly stood up from the ground.

Although she kept telling everyone that her body modification experiment was about to succeed, only she knew that her experiment had been stuck at a crucial step for over a year.

Ochiri, who once brought her experiments to a new breakthrough, has been out of use for a long time, and every idea she comes up with is useless.

"Hopefully, that kid will have some new ideas. No, even if he can only solve one small problem, that would be good."

"If he spends a whole day and still can't solve anything, and I can't see... then I'll... no, never mind, things are a bit tense lately, it's too dangerous to go out and arrest people. Otherwise, I'll give that kid a few more chances. After all, even the potion master Ochiri couldn't solve my problem, right?"

The old witch shook her head. She was about to take a step when her left foot failed to follow her right, and she nearly fell.

Her expression twisted instantly, as if she were forcibly suppressing her anger.

She looked down and pulled up her pants near her left leg, seeing her ankle constantly deforming. It was as if someone was kneading her calf like dough.

The old witch bared her teeth, her enormous chin almost scooping up the upper half of her face. She raised her hand and slapped her shin hard several times, the sound of bones breaking almost audible.

But the next second, the old witch used witchcraft to heal her injuries, and her legs no longer deformed.

She looked up, straightened her pants, and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.

Go out, turn left, and go inside.

She saw Saul sitting at the round table, chin in hand.

The parchment was all unfolded and spread all over the floor. The crumpled scraps of paper on the table had piled up into a small mountain.

Thor's brow was furrowed, and a few beads of sweat were about to fall from his forehead. The ink pen in his hand trembled incessantly in mid-air, the ink almost spilling out, but he still couldn't put pen to paper.

The old witch frowned upon seeing this, thinking to herself, "Does he have absolutely no ideas? And he dares to claim he's skilled in witchcraft and alteration?"

This made her feel angry, as if she had been tricked. When she took the first step, she was still thinking about dismantling the person and using them as materials, but when she took the second step, she had already changed her mind.

"Fine, just make up some excuse to get him through this. If it's three days... or ten days... or maybe a month. If he still doesn't have any ideas after a month, then..."

Thinking this through, the old witch had already seen the paper in front of Thor.

It's a long, densely packed piece of writing!

The old witch was taken aback, then quickened her pace and walked to Thor's side.

Meanwhile, Thor was still deep in thought, seemingly unaware that the old witch had come to his side.

The old witch initially examined the writing on the paper with the attitude of an inspector, but as she looked, she became engrossed in it.

A novel and excellent problem-solving approach is more captivating than the gossip between the Firefly Lord and the Wind Demon.

The old witch read it from beginning to end, and when she finally saw a drop of ink on the paper, she wondered what kind of strange rune it was. After thinking for a long time, she realized that it was just ink dripping from the tip of the pen.

"What's next? Why did you stop writing?" The old witch was torn with anxiety, yet also astonished by Thor's novel idea.

She even wanted to peel Thor's skull off to see what was inside.

Saul seemed startled, and the ink pen in his hand fell onto the table.

He looked up at the old witch's ugly face so close to his eyes, then at the mess of papers on the table, his voice trembling slightly, "I... I've encountered a problem, and it might take a little more time."

The old witch turned her head stiffly, like a cassette tape, and looked at Thor's childish face, unable to utter the words, "You're almost finished with this modification theory?"

Yes!

The transformation project the old witch gave Thor was not some random assignment.

What she gave Thor was the very thing she was currently researching: a body modification experiment that aimed to fuse the strengths of multiple races to achieve a perfect physique!

Having been confined here for years, this reformation experiment was her only hope of turning her life around. How could she possibly have the will to research other reformation projects?

In addition, not telling Saul the truth about the modification experiment was also to avoid putting too much psychological pressure on Saul if he knew the problem was too difficult, which would cause him to have no idea how to proceed.

This was a lesson the old witch learned after capturing more than a dozen prisoners.

However, she never expected that Thor would break through the obstacle that had trapped her for a year in just one day, and even push the modification formula to the final step.

The old witch opened her mouth with difficulty, and she could almost hear her upper and lower teeth fighting.

"How much longer will it take you to overcome the final hurdle?"

Thor opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, carefully extending a finger.

"One month...is that okay?"

The old witch opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.

"Okay... then..."

Saul: Knowledge changes destiny...

(End of this chapter)