Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 524 Allergies

Although Ochiri's real purpose in using the Bysek Magic Mirror was to enhance his locator through a reckless test.

But in his experiments, Thor discovered that the magic mirror was indeed very useful.

At the very least, this magic mirror gave Thor many surprises in terms of improving reaction speed.

Of course, what bothered him even more was that he seemed to have inadvertently discovered the old witch's problem!

While many wizards do not change their appearance in order to explore the truth of knowledge and improve their own power, many female wizards still try to avoid becoming too terrifying or ugly.

Is the person in the mirror the old witch herself, or is it a reflection created by some other reason?

Unfortunately, this reflection only appeared once. No matter how secretly Saul observed the old witch in the mirror afterward, he never saw the alluring young woman with upturned eyes again.

Five days later, Thor completed the fusion of the four bodies and, based on his experience in the resurrection experiment, temporarily suppressed the rejection reactions of the different races' bodies.

The moment the experiment was completed, the old witch seemed to sense it, rushed forward, and shoved Thor aside.

"Is this the new body resulting from the fusion of four races?"

Lying on the lab table was a white dough ball. Tiny growths kept growing on the dough, only to be knocked off by the electric shock device next to the lab table.

"To be precise, it's three and a half races," Thor stepped aside to explain to the old witch. "Currently, it possesses the strength of a dwarf, the resilience of a giant, and the adaptability of a barbarian. But I'm not entirely sure if it will possess the beauty of an elf after its form solidifies. After all, the elven materials you gave me were far too few. I can't even distinguish which part of the elven body it is."

The old witch rolled her eyes at Thor. "I don't want to disappear like the elves. What I'm giving you is a powder of wind spirit remains. It's rare, though scarce, and relatively safe."

Remains of a wind spirit?

Before Thor could even react in shock, he heard Ochiri shout from the side, "Powder from the remains of a wind spirit? Old witch, you didn't steal the wind spirit's laboratory, did you?"

The old witch was taken aback at first, then looked somewhat confused.

Meanwhile, Ochiri continued to ramble on, "The Wind Elf's remains are the most prized treasure of the Wind Fairy Pei'er. You stole this thing and still dare to stay in the No Man's Land."

"Slap!" The old witch slapped Ochiri, who was about to say something, away.

When the latter got up from the ground, half of his face was slapped off.

"I can stay wherever I want?" The old witch's confusion faded, replaced by a chilling resurgence. She stared at Thor. "Do you have any other questions?"

"No. If it's powdered remains, then the potency is certainly sufficient," Thor replied immediately.

"Very good. Now we'll prepare to add the last ingredient." The old witch left the laboratory expressionlessly.

Thor immediately went over and helped Ochiri up. "Are you alright?"

Ochiri endured the pain and pressed half of his face back down. He was too weak to speak and could only shake his head at Thor.

Thor took the materials from the lab table, prepared a treatment, and applied it to Ochili's face.

The latter soon felt her burning face go numb.

"Ugh, I'm not dead." Ochirly covered his face, his eyes filled with venom when he looked up. "How's your mirror coming along?"

After looking in the mirror for four days, Ochilli gave up his chance to look in the mirror to Saul.

"The GPS device is a bit unstable. I..."

"Instability is what necessitates reform!" Because half of his face was paralyzed, Ochli's voice was muffled, but Thor could still understand what he meant.

Instability is what signifies change.

But what Ochiri didn't know was that Sol's locator hadn't changed at all.

The Death Wizard's Diary floats silently within his mind year after year.

With Thor's current strength, even if the Mirror of the Bisek distorts his image, it won't affect the diary in the slightest.

When Thor tried to look in the mirror, the fragments of his soul stored within his skin became restless, seemingly wanting to detach from his skin and enter the magic mirror.

However, because he didn't spend much time looking in the mirror, this restlessness didn't turn into any actual action.

Thor, on the contrary, took this opportunity to roughly understand the working principle of the Bisek Magic Mirror.

The Bisek Magic Mirror can accelerate the reaction of elemental particles. However, prolonged exposure will distort the trajectory of the elemental particles. Even longer exposure may completely disrupt their movement.

However, Thor has not yet found the replication property in these patterns.

Could it be that by disrupting the movement of particles, they can be directed to replicate the original one-to-one according to a predetermined target, thus achieving a replication effect?

That's all Thor can speculate on at the moment.

At the same time, he also understood why there were so many vengeful spirits in the mirror.

Those are the sources of energy for the mirror to operate.

If this mirror were to enter the world of ordinary people, it would surely leave behind one terrifying legend after another.

"You need to speed things up. No need to say anything, I can run it on my own."

"Okay," Thor mumbled reluctantly.

At this moment, the old witch also brought another wizard she had imprisoned.

The wizard's eyes were filled with fear, but his back remained ramrod straight, as if he had already foreseen his fate but did not want to lose his composure when he died, so he forced himself to stay upright.

But his resilience did not last long.

When Ochri held a huge needle, ready to insert it into his spine, the wizard broke down due to the immense fear of death and becoming an experimental subject.

Having left the cage that suppressed fluctuations in magic and mental power, his control over witchcraft is rapidly recovering.

He was finally able to unleash his magic after Thor pinned him to the experimental table.

A beam of light appeared silently and shot straight toward Thor's face.

Thor remained motionless, as if stunned by the sudden attack.

However, before he could even touch the Thor with the light arrow, he was suddenly stopped by a finger!

Those were actually the old witch's fingers that had been stuck in her braid!

"What a theoretical wizard! He doesn't even know how to dodge when attacked." With a light tap of the severed finger, the hastily formed arrow of light vanished.

The old witch withdrew her severed finger, stood behind Thor and Ochir, and said coldly, "Continue!"

The experiment had to continue.

The wizard, whose name was unknown from beginning to end, died on the experimental table.

However, his death did not end this experiment that was built on the lives of countless people.

When Thor extracted a portion of the "dough" and injected it down the spine into the wizard's body, the latter initially experienced some benign physiological changes.

For example, his muscle density is increasing, and his bone strength has undergone a qualitative leap. Even the skin tissue that was cut open to observe the bones is rapidly regenerating and recovering.

His previously somewhat narrow facial features seemed to have relaxed a bit.

But before all these positive signs could reach the theoretical values ​​calculated by Thor, the wizard's face suddenly broke out in a dense layer of red spots.

Thor and the old witch both frowned, while Ochri secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ochri knew that he was different from Thor; whether the experiment succeeded or failed, he would only face death.

Therefore, the experiment must still be ongoing so that he has time to complete his escape plan.

"What's going on?" The old witch was clearly unhappy, but she was still suppressing her emotions.

For a wizard, a failed experiment is nothing.

If the old witch hadn't been in a dangerous situation, she wouldn't have taken one or two failures seriously.

"I think..."

The person on the experimental table lost vital signs a few seconds after the red spots appeared. Saul picked up the knife and cut open the arm again to observe the bones underneath.

And there were large red spots on the other person's bones!

"I think... he might be having an allergic reaction."

(End of this chapter)