Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 519 Openly Repairing the Plank Road

The old witch eventually gave Thor a month.

Although she initially decided to give Saul a month to do the research.

It was a month before and after, seemingly no different, yet everything felt different!

The old witch led Thor back to his cage expressionlessly, without saying another word.

Thor followed closely behind her, looking somewhat uneasy, as if afraid that she might change her mind halfway through and not give him another month.

When Saul was brought back, all the other "fellow inmates" came over to look.

When they saw Thor return alive, they finally stopped ignoring him.

"They actually did it." The wizard, who had never spoken to Thor, muttered in the left cell of Ochiri.

The giants and dwarves followed Thor's gaze. Their eyes held surprise, fear, and deep worry.

As the barbarian passed by, he suddenly began to sing a terrible tune and even hooked his feet on the overhead railing, trying to hang himself upside down.

"Quiet!"

"Smack!" The old witch unceremoniously pulled out a wooden stick and lashed it hard at the barbarian's foot, which was hooked on the railing.

The barbarian fell to the ground with a thud, silently clutching his foot and howling in pain.

Saul noticed that the other person's foot had only been slapped once, yet a strip of skin on the sole of the foot had been torn off.

That wooden stick seemed capable of devouring people.

The atmosphere in the room, which had been as lively as boiling water, instantly returned to deathly silence.

The old witch pushed Thor into a cage half his height and continued to stare at him menacingly.

"Remember, you only have, cough cough, one month. Either complete the task I've assigned you, or this day next month, you'll have meat for lunch!"

After saying that, the old witch turned and left, her back view still looking as domineering as ever.

But Thor, who had just been locked up, gripped the bars of the cage with both hands, watching the old witch's back, a hint of a smile flashing across his eyes.

As the old witch closed the door and left, the others locked in the cage looked at Thor again.

But this time, it was Ouqili who spoke first.

"It seems your performance has pleased the old witch quite a bit." Ochri looked at Thor with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Thor's expression hardened, and he gave a wry smile. "Satisfied? Which eye of yours saw that I was satisfied? I didn't complete the task she assigned me at all. Who knows what will happen in a month?"

Ochili was initially confused, but then looked thoughtful.

The wizard on the other side of Ochiri muttered under his breath, "The old witch actually softened?"

He glanced up at Thor a few times, then looked down and said cryptically, "Perhaps our new companion has pleased the old witch in some ways."

Thor hadn't reacted yet, but a clear look of disgust flashed across Ochir's face. He glanced at the next room but didn't say anything.

The barbarians didn't react, but the giants and dwarves looked at Thor with great eagerness. However, due to the language barrier, Thor couldn't understand what they were muttering.

Gradually, the others also lost interest in Thor and hunched back down to sit.

Only then did Thor slowly bury his head in his arms, revealing a carefree smile.

While researching the transformation of a perfect body into a magical form, a new idea suddenly popped into his head. However, bringing this idea to fruition would require time, and even more importantly, materials and tools…

Thor thought he wouldn't see the old witch until at least his daily soup time.

Just about ten minutes later, the other party suddenly rushed in.

She didn't bring a cart or anything else; she just rushed to Saul's cage, clung to the bars, and looked Saul up and down several times.

However, just when Thor thought she was going to say something or give him a new task, the old witch left the room without saying a word.

Until she drank the soup again, the old witch took the soup bowl and Ochli with her and did not speak to Thor again.

After Ochiri left, another wizard looked at Thor and curled his lip, "As expected, what a disappointment."

Thor remained silent. He merely glanced at the wizard buzzing around like a fly, then closed his eyes and pretended to meditate.

He communicated with several other consciousnesses in his mind.

"Is there anything wrong with our renovation plan?"

An: [This plan combines Blood Rose's centuries-old research into flesh and blood witchcraft with Master's Soul-Devouring Essence, along with Master's high-speed deduction; the opponent will absolutely not be able to see any flaws.]

The old witch's proposed perfect body modification plan was indeed very difficult. It was simply impossible for a typical first-tier wizard to research such a complex subject.

But Thor is no ordinary first-tier wizard.

During his years at the Wizard's Tower, he devoted a great deal of energy to the modification of magical bodies. In addition, he later studied the various vessel-making experiments conducted by his mentor, Gorsa, in order to resurrect Lady Yola.

His knowledge and expertise in body modification and body creation surpasses that of many second-tier wizards.

In addition, before entering the No Man's Land, Thor had just received the Blood Rose family's ultimate transformation plan, the Blood-Flesh-Spirit Fusion, from Anne.

It can be said that his knowledge and practical experience in this area are beyond what the old witch and Ochli could imagine!

Moreover, he also has a diary, a death wizard's diary that holds veto power and can directly see whether the end of a line of thought is the correct answer.

So in just one day, Thor pushed forward the progress of the experiment that the old witch, Ochri, and others had been working on for many years by a huge margin.

It's not even far from completion.

Thor held back in his final analysis, keeping a trump card for himself.

Actually, he could complete this modification formula in less than a month!

After an unknown amount of time, Ochiri was brought back by the old witch.

After entering the cage, he sat facing Thor, staring blankly for a long time without saying a word.

Only when everyone else seemed to have fallen asleep did Ochiri suddenly strain to press his face against the railing and glare at Thor.

"How did you come up with a solution to the problem of racial incompatibility?" Ochiri lowered his voice, seemingly not wanting others to hear.

Thor, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, moved to the edge of the cage in a friendly manner, closer to Ochiri's side.

"I saw my mentor do a similar experiment."

Who is your advisor?

"Uh, you probably don't know him."

Although the title of the Wizarding Tower Master is quite prestigious, Thor felt that the probability of encountering his mentor Gorsa was much higher than that of meeting his friend, given Gorsa's personality.

"I think we can cooperate in the future..." Ochili's voice lowered even more.

After a good night's sleep...

Thor stretched.

The inability to meditate deeply in the cage allowed Thor to get a good night's sleep.

From that day on, every time the old witch began her experiments, she would take Thor and Ochri with her.

They first spent two days verifying that Thor's theory was indeed feasible in practice, and then began to continue experimenting along Thor's formula and reasoning.

The old witch's temper had noticeably improved; even when the barbarian went mad, she no longer hit him.

Although Ochri didn't contribute much in thinking about problem-solving strategies, he was rigorous and meticulous in conducting experiments, saving Saul a lot of tedious basic work.

Seeing the transformation of the perfect body into a witch body gradually getting on the right track.

But a few days later, the old witch suddenly discovered that she didn't have enough materials in her inventory.

"Why are you consuming energy so quickly?" the old witch frowned, hands on her hips. "Is it because you've done too many control groups lately?"

"I'm going out for a bit." She walked up to the two busy wizards and interrupted their work.

Although the old witch didn't want to go out at this time, she still had to take the risk so as not to delay the progress of the experiment.

"Ah... alright then." Upon hearing this, Thor reluctantly put down the charcoal pencil in his hand—he disliked that the ink pen could not write enough words at once, so he made his own charcoal pencil.

But when he put down his pen and paper, and leaned on the table to catch up with the old witch, he found that she hadn't moved.

"What's wrong?"

"This time, you don't need to go back to the cage." The old witch grinned, but her eyes were icy cold. "Continue your research here, but don't even try to escape. No matter how far you run, I'll bring you back."

"I see..." Thor smiled happily. "Don't worry, I won't run away."

(End of this chapter)