Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 525 Three Days

Upon hearing that it was an allergy, the old witch's tightly furrowed brows relaxed considerably.

"His body is too weak; it's normal that he can't withstand the modifications." The old witch touched her bright red lips. "I'll go and bring the giants and barbarians over. Hopefully, their naturally strong bodies can withstand the allergies."

After the old witch left for the second time, Ochri came to help Thor move the dead wizard to the junkyard.

He then saw Saul collecting skin, blood, and some bones from the dead.

"What are you doing?"

"I'd like to get tested for allergens."

Ochilli grabbed Thor's wrist and whispered, "What, you really want to help her complete the experiment?"

Thor broke free from Ochiri. "If you're going to put on an act, go all the way."

Ochiri was stunned. He suddenly realized that the Thor in front of him was not as naive as he had thought.

He was just... lecturing him?

A surge of anger welled up inside Ochiri. This anger stemmed largely from the fact that he hadn't considered things as thoroughly as a child, but ultimately, he vented his frustration on the young wizard before him.

"You should worry more about your own progress!" Ochiri snorted and stepped back.

Saul noticed that after he walked away, he went to deal with the materials in the scrap area.

Ochiri has been less attentive to his experiments lately, but he is always proactive when dealing with waste.

Thor gently moved the magic mirror to observe Ochiri's movements through its reflection.

A moment later, a flash of understanding crossed his eyes. He smiled slightly, then quickly suppressed it.

Soon the old witch brought over the giants and barbarians.

They saw the corpse on the lab table as soon as they came in.

The giant's first reaction was to turn and run, but the old witch took out her wooden stick and struck the giant's ankle.

The old witch struck particularly hard this time. The giant's ankle was completely broken, and a section was missing, as if it had been eaten by a stick.

With one leg severed, the already weakened giant collapsed to the ground, no longer having the strength to escape.

The old witch grabbed the giant by his intact leg and dragged him into the laboratory.

The giant was over three meters tall, but in the old witch's hands, he was like a helpless infant.

The barbarian on the other side didn't run away. He remained in a daze, as if he had lost his mind.

After the giant was thrown onto the experimental table with a groan, and died with a groan due to an allergic reaction, the barbarian suddenly began to dance.

He alternately raised his left and right legs high, clapping his hands above his head and pounding his chest, all while making "woo woo woo" noises.

Thor then realized that the barbarian no longer had a tongue.

Barbarians typically worship ancient gods. These gods were not omnipotent beings as depicted in storybooks, but rather powerful figures from a previous era, or even earlier. Their exact power is now impossible to ascertain; they have all vanished into the annals of history.

It is estimated that when the old witch seized the barbarian's tongue, he sacrificed it to the god he believed in.

When the old witch approached the barbarian again, he finally finished his dance, then ripped off his right ear and threw it into the air.

However, before the bloody ear could fall off, the old witch smashed it with a flick of her finger using witchcraft.

The ceremony could not be completed.

Even if the barbarians completed it, it wouldn't make a difference.

The old witch threw the savage, who looked like a deflated balloon, onto the experimental table.

Thor looked at the patterns on the barbarian's body and felt they looked familiar. He wanted to memorize them, but the old witch was already impatiently tapping the experimental table with her fingers.

"Hurry up! Keep going!"

Sol remained silent and began to introduce the "dough" into the barbarian's body.

The barbarian soon developed an allergic reaction as well, but unlike the previous two, he did not die quickly. He simply fell into a coma after the most severe erythema reaction occurred.

This change drew both the old witch and Ochri to the scene.

"Has this been a success?" the old witch asked excitedly.

But Saul doesn't think so. "Right now, it only seems like there's a possibility of success, but it's not high. We'll have to see if he can pull through."

A smile finally appeared on the old witch's face. "Keep an eye on him. If this barbarian dies, send Ochiri up next."

Ochili behind him almost collapsed to the ground as his legs buckled.

Because they needed to observe and sustain the barbarians' lives, Thor and Ochri were once again allowed to remain outside after today's experiment.

The old witch went to rest next door.

Ochiri continues to process waste.

But halfway through, he suddenly looked at Thor with bloodshot eyes and asked, "How much longer do you need?"

Saul was checking his other petri dishes, looking completely unhurried, seemingly absorbed in his research and forgetting that it would soon be his turn to go up to the lab bench.

"Three days, I guess."

Ochili lowered his head, his body trembling slightly. "You don't have three days left. Neither do I."

Thor produced the most allergenic body tissues he had collected from the barbarians. "No, we have them."

By the time the old witch had rested, it should have been the next day.

Her face remained gloomy, and the severed finger behind her head twitched tremblingly.

As soon as they entered, the old witch pointed at Ochiri without hesitation, "You, go up!"

Ochiri shuddered and looked at Thor.

If Saul hadn't confidently assured him last night that they could buy three more days, he would have acted then and there.

Fortunately, Thor did step forward as agreed.

"Old witch, in the experiments with the first three people, I discovered that there's still room for improvement in the perfect body..."

"Then let's make improvements directly on Ochiri. I don't have time to wait for you to study it slowly."

The other party seemed even more anxious after a night's rest.

Saul took out a test tube and held it up in front of him. "Repeating the failed steps is pointless. Multiple experiments are to help us correct mistakes, not to increase the success rate."

Just before the old witch was about to swing her stick at him, Thor said immediately, "I only need ten days to complete the improved plan. Although it's Ochiri and me who will be on the experimental table this time, ultimately, you'll be the one undergoing the witch body modification, won't you?"

Seeing the old witch hesitate, Ochiri quickly shrank back and pleaded, "We only need three days. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe Thor. He's a genius in this area! He can definitely raise the success rate to a level you can accept."

The old witch, her face grim, narrowed her eyes at Thor. "What's that in your hand?"

"This is the body tissue most severely affected by the allergic reaction in the savages. Through analysis, I have found a way to alleviate the allergic reaction, but several more experiments are needed. If possible, I also need to establish ten control groups to ensure the accuracy of the experiment."

The room fell silent; time seemed to stand still.

After three agonizing minutes, the old witch finally spoke, "You don't have ten days, I'll only give you three. The control group... at most five groups. I'll go and arrest people now."

The old witch slipped away.

Ochili breathed a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed the table, almost falling over.

Thor turned around and patted Ochiri on the shoulder. "Now is not the time to relax. Let's continue with the final experiment."

The dwarves were changed to barbarians.

(End of this chapter)