Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 522 The way to strengthen yourself is to court death.

Ochli timed it perfectly, ending the conversation before the old witch returned.

He also sped up his experiments so that the old witch wouldn't find out he'd been slacking off when she returned.

But when the old witch returned looking displeased, she didn't care at all about the experiment that Ochiri was in charge of.

She tossed her thinning ponytail, letting the finger tied to the end of her hair repeatedly tap the back of her head.

"You went to the cave entrance?" The old witch walked up behind Thor, as if she would immediately whip him with the wooden plank in her hand if his answer was wrong.

"I didn't go to the cave entrance. I just went to find my coachman," Saul said, puffing out his chest. "You've locked him up."

The old witch's eyes became complicated.

"What do you want with him?"

"I brought him into the no man's land, and once this experiment is complete, I will take him out too."

The old witch stood behind Thor, unsure whether to scold him for being naive or reassure herself that she had picked up a straightforward fool.

"...Wait until you've finished my experiment before you think about the coachman's problem."

In the end, the old witch did not punish Thor.

Actually, she deliberately left the door open to test whether the two would take the opportunity to escape.

Just taking a stroll around here is already an act she tacitly approved.

Over the next few days, the experiment proceeded smoothly.

Saul also made research results from his own work that he had included in the reference experimental data.

However, these studies on the magic of combining flesh and spirit were not suitable to be recorded on paper, lest the old witch and Ochli discover any clues.

Thor had no choice but to have several consciousnesses act as his notebooks, painstakingly recording the results of several different experiments.

Another month passed just like that.

The old witch went out again to gather ingredients.

Although she was already dissatisfied with the rapid consumption of materials, the progress of the experiment was encouraging.

Considering that her years of experiments were finally showing signs of success, she had no choice but to suppress her temper for the time being.

Even after the old witch left, Thor continued to conduct his experiments diligently.

Just like when she was there.

"The flesh and blood components for the fusion of flesh and blood with spirit are ready. However, the fusion with spirit is more complicated. The old witch's modification experiments focus more on the body and don't require much from the soul. So it's inconvenient for me to use too many spirits for the experiments." Thor put down a petri dish and casually tossed it into the "failed products" area, thinking about how to reasonably apply for more spirits.

"What's your decision?" At that moment, Ochiri brought some new samples and came up behind Thor.

After a month, he had completely transformed from a researcher into Thor's assistant.

This made him even more anxious.

Thor paused in his movements, but held the experimental subject steadily.

"I haven't decided yet. Even though it's aimed at locators, it's still very dangerous."

"A wizard who fears danger will eventually die in the unknown! Do I need to teach you such a simple truth?" Ochili was furious.

Seeing that he was pushing Ochiri to the limit, Thor finally loosened his grip a bit.

"And I don't have a way to enhance the positioning device in the short term..."

"I have it!" Ochiri immediately interrupted Thor.

Thor finally stopped what he was doing and raised his eyebrows to look at Ochiri.

It was clear that Ochiri was trying hard to suppress his emotions, but his cheeks were still slightly flushed.

"If you agree to start a similar project, I will teach you the method."

"But how can I agree to start if you don't show me the method first?" Thor said with a self-righteous expression.

Anyway, he's not in a hurry.

Ochiri's face flushed a little more, but he raised his hand to pat his cheeks to calm himself down.

"The locator can help us stabilize our mental body and resist pollution from both inside and outside the body. Some people also interpret it as an anchor, a key point to prevent us from getting lost in the ocean of knowledge. But no matter what the interpretation, nothing changes."

"The GPS device can provide some protection when we encounter cognitive crises. This protection doesn't diminish with increased use. In fact, it's like our brain—the more we use it, the more agile it becomes. So my method is to actively train the GPS device."

Thor looked over coldly.

He knew that the method to enhance the positioning device would not be simple.

But Ochiri's method is no longer a question of whether it is dangerous or not.

That's relentlessly flirting with death!

Are all wizards in the No Man's Lands this reckless?

Well, for Ochiri, he probably had no other choice.

"This method... is too dangerous."

"But this is the only way for us to survive. Even if we suffer some irreversible damage in the process, there is a chance to repair it in the future. But when a person dies, there is nothing left."

Thor did not immediately reply to Ochiri.

However, in order to appease the other party, Thor gave them a deadline.

Three days.

However, less than three days later, something happened that made Saul change his mind.

The old witch returned half a day later than expected.

When she appeared at the laboratory door, she was covered in dust.

The dust seeped into every wrinkle of her face, as if she had been buried in the ground for hours.

When Thor saw the other person, he paused for a moment, but decided not to ask too many questions about their past.

The other person may not want to recall those embarrassing experiences.

"Was a complete soul found?"

Ochili couldn't help but glance at him, once again marveling at how utterly clueless this kid was.

"Didn't find it." The old witch said with a gloomy face, "But it doesn't matter."

The old witch didn't bother to clean herself up; she simply walked out of the room and returned a few minutes later.

This time, she brought the dwarf out of the cage.

The dwarves haven't left their cages in a long time.

In the past, every time the old witch sought him out, she would take a piece of his body tissue.

Sometimes more, sometimes less.

Despite his strong physique and good recovery ability, he was still extremely weak at this moment.

He never knew when this kind of life would end. But recently, he saw a glimmer of hope.

The new little boy, who looked like he hadn't even grown his hair yet, seemed to have brought the experiment to a close.

The telltale sign is that the old witch has been taking tissue from him more and more often lately.

Despite their severe physical injuries, the dwarves felt a glimmer of hope.

If he can pull through, there may be hope of regaining his freedom.

Whether the old witch's experiment succeeds or fails, life will no longer be stagnant.

But today, the old witch brought the dwarves directly into the laboratory.

Ochri was assisting Thor by recording data when he saw the old witch half-dragging and half-carrying the dwarf over. At first, he was a little surprised, but then he seemed to realize something, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

He tapped Thor on the shoulder. "Just you wait and see."

Saul stopped what he was doing and casually threw one of the samples back into the scrap yard.

Next, he saw the old witch fix the weakened dwarf to the experimental table.

"Don't you need complete souls for your experiments?" The old witch looked up at Thor. "You shouldn't discriminate based on race, right?"

Thor watched expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Next, the old witch dismembered the dwarf.

The dismembered dwarf, due to his strong vitality, had not yet died.

Next, the old witch brought over her homemade soul extractor.

It looks like an overturned pot, with many jars attached crookedly to the bottom.

This homemade instrument is quite crude, with materials readily available everywhere. Its real value lies in the densely packed miniature magic circles on it.

These miniature magic arrays transform trash into sophisticated instruments.

The old witch used witchcraft to activate the instrument.

The dwarf, who had just been breathing, instantly lost consciousness.

Thor squinted and saw a highly transparent, white-gray-colored spirit being slowly sucked into the pipe above.

During this time, the old witch carefully chanted incantations to ensure that the spirit would not break free.

After she finished all this, she took the large pot off the top and tossed it to Saul.

"Here you are, a complete spirit body. Although it has been deformed, I guarantee that not a single fragment is missing."

(End of this chapter)