Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 548 Driving OCD Patients to Their Death

Camus fell silent again.

It seems that all her actions were merely to point out the shortcomings of Saul's experiment.

But when Saul returned to her with the materials and knelt down, she fell silent again.

He just twisted his neck to look at his back.

It looks rather creepy at first glance.

Seeing that Camus wasn't moving, Thor looked down at the beaker in his hand, then threw a magic crystal into it.

Camus's head snapped around. "The magic power in the magic crystal is mixed and not suitable for adding directly to the materials."

Thor immediately replied, "But to separate and purify this... energy shield on your body, we can only rely on magic; using mental power will cause contamination."

Camus fell silent again.

hiss--

Thoracic acid.

He thought for a moment, then threw another magic crystal into it.

This material is basically useless, but it doesn't matter. The source of the material is right in front of you, and it's completely untouched, allowing you to do whatever you want with it.

"The magic power in the magic crystals is mixed and not suitable for direct addition to materials."

The second magic crystal fell into the beaker, and Camus only got the same sentence from it.

Thor smirked, then stood up again. "Little Algae."

Black, vine-like tentacles emerged.

Since the last mission to plant algae failed due to Camus's interference, Thor has temporarily stopped planting the algae underground.

To prevent further dangers from arising underground.

Therefore, it is still parasitizing the back of Thor's neck.

He wasn't in a hurry to rebuild his business empire, and spent his days having fun with Penny, who occasionally came out.

"Little Algae, I have a task for you. Here's a beaker and a plate of magic crystals..." Thor started to explain, but then felt it was a bit wasteful, so he took the time to crush the thumb-sized magic crystals into tiny grains the size of millet.

"Your task is to drop one magic crystal into this beaker every ten counts."

Little Algae nodded happily, splitting off a slender tentacle. The tip carefully picked up a tiny shard of magic crystal and then "plop" dropped it into the beaker.

"The magic power in the magic crystals is mixed and not suitable for direct addition to materials."

Sure enough, Camus gave another mechanical prompt.

This time, Thor wasn't angry. He turned around and went back to continue his experiments.

The sounds behind me weren't bothering me; I just treated them as background music.

"Don't you like building robots?" he thought distractedly. "Then let's see if you have the patience for a machine."

ten minutes later……

Little Algae hadn't finished discarding its magic crystals—it would occasionally get the count wrong when it counted from one to ten, and the time it took to count each time varied greatly—when Thor heard another voice.

"There's no point in you doing this." The voice was soft, almost a sigh.

Thor didn't even turn his head. "How is it meaningless? This is called obsessive-compulsive disorder treatment."

The other person is silent again.

Thor didn't call a stop, and Xiao Zao continued to throw.

"Snapped!"

"I don't know what else to say besides this."

Great, finally it's no longer a repeater.

Saul's smile faded as he turned around. "Communication naturally depends on the context, the person you're talking to, and the preceding text. For example, if I ask you, 'Who are you? Where do you come from? Why did you come out from underground?'"

Camus paused for a moment, then finally tried to answer: "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know."

"Amnesia?" Thor had considered this possibility, after all, she was currently in a soul state, and Thor had no idea what she had experienced from birth to death.

"What do you remember before you woke up this time? Try to recall, don't immediately say you don't know."

Camus seemed to freeze, as if his computer had crashed.

This time, Thor waited patiently for five minutes.

"There's water everywhere... I'm disappearing..." His voice trembled slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

"Water? Could it be Lake Rhine?" Sol thought it didn't quite seem like it.

The gravity emanating from beneath the lake, capable of drawing away spirits and magic, should not be able to completely trap a third-tier being.

"Perhaps he fell into some kind of powerful rule, or was killed by someone else and stripped of his power," Thor speculated.

He then asked Camus, "You said you were disappearing. Was it to prevent yourself from disappearing that you created this protective layer around your spirit body?"

Camus was recalling again, but this time it took him less time.

"It should be."

Saul asked a few more questions, repeating the previous ones over and over again, before finally drawing a conclusion.

Camus has amnesia.

"There's one black page left... Should I put it in the diary?"

Perhaps Camus can regain his memory by relying on the diary's ability to cleanse his mind.

Thor was willing to give it a try, but problems arose when he tried to implement it.

He can't steal Camus away!

Even if he only wants to suck a finger!

The other party seems to be no longer a pure soul due to some kind of power or pollution.

"There must be other secrets hidden beneath her grayish-white skin."

If Camus's soul cannot be absorbed through the diary, then this level three wizard poses a much greater threat.

However, Soul Thor couldn't bear to throw away or destroy a third-tier wizard who had lost his memory but still possessed innate knowledge.

"Let's keep it and observe its changes." Thor didn't hesitate for long.

He further strengthened the magic circle's restrictions on Camus, and even bluntly discussed with Camus how to limit herself.

Camus seemed unaware that there was anything wrong with the question, and answered Saul earnestly with a blank expression.

Being restrained doesn't seem to be a problem; watching the little algae rummage through the materials is.

Just as Saul was happily watching Camus "get himself into trouble," Xiao Zao, who was either in a daze or simply lost her way with counting, finally counted to ten again.

"Snapped!"

It dropped a magic crystal into the beaker.

"The magic power in the magic crystals is mixed and not suitable for being added directly to the materials," Camus blurted out.

Little Algae grinned and swayed unsteadily.

Thor: "..."

"You can stop now, Xiaozao."

Camus thus willingly remained trapped on the first basement level of the Wizard Tower.

She not only had to cooperate with Thor in his experiments, but also had to cooperate with Thor in continuing to imprison herself.

However, judging from her appearance, she seemed to really enjoy studying knowledge and didn't care at all whether she was trapped in a small space of less than four square meters.

When the old witch heard that the wooden-like soul had spoken, she couldn't resist coming over to see what was going on.

At this point, the old witch had changed from a three-headed figure to a five-headed figure.

She went from a little girl to a grown-up girl.

Only the body is presentable; the head remains as ugly as ever.

Saul noticed Camus staring at the old witch's exposed arm without saying a word, so he asked her, "What do you think of the old witch's object manipulation?"

Camus withdrew his gaze. "I won't comment on a failed creation."

"Who are you calling a failed creation?" The old witch tolerated Thor, but that didn't mean she would tolerate Camus, especially since the old witch didn't know Camus's possible identity.

She directly imprisoned the air around Camus and then forcefully squeezed it inward.

But Camus remained completely still, his body unchanged, unaffected in the slightest.

The old witch's eyes flickered, then she suddenly changed her incantation, draining all the energy around Camus.

However, the latter still showed no signs of discomfort.

Thor then stepped forward. "Can't you see there's something wrong with her consciousness? Why are you getting angry with her?"

He's now more interested in the protective shield surrounding Camus.

One of the reasons for leaving Camus behind was to provide a protective shield for himself and several other consciousnesses.

Of course, this is on the premise that the gray-white protective shield does not harm his own soul.

So let's use the consciousness entity as the experimental subject first!

The second update will be released tonight.

(End of this chapter)