Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 56 The Unpredictable Mentor

His attention had been focused on Thor's potion, but in the blink of an eye, he noticed that something seemed wrong with Thor's left hand.

Saul raised his left hand, rolled up his sleeve to his elbow, revealing his left hand, which had turned dark gray, and the front of his forearm, which was stained light gray.

Kars grabbed Thor's left hand and silently uttered a spell. Then, a bright light shone from Kars' eyes.

The intense light was fleeting.

Thor felt uneasy, as if his clothes had been stripped off and he had been seen through.

"Human bones, heart-shaped herbs, sulfide solution, and some other strange materials..."

Kaz slowly lowered Thor's left hand, and when he looked at him again, his eyes were filled with a complex expression.

"You actually managed to create a completely new body modification plan tailored to your own situation." Kaz's tone held not only admiration but also a hint of panic. "How could you be so daring? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Thor had already prepared his answer.

"I'm scared, but I don't have any other way to get my magic power to 10 joules before the test." Thor looked down at his left hand, his expression heavy. "I thought, since my left hand is already like this, even if I fail, I can just lose the whole hand."

Kaz scoffed, "Hmph, you think you'll be safe just because you failed and cut off your left hand?"

He then asked, puzzled, "Why does it need to reach 10 joules of magic power?"

Before Thor could reply with a speechless expression...

Katz suddenly remembered the test he had casually made when he looked down on Thor.

"Ahem," he couldn't very well say that he had forgotten about it, so he could only try to make amends, "Even if your magic power doesn't reach 10 joules by then, as long as I see your efforts and progress, I might be willing to make an exception."

Katz glossed over this life-or-death matter and instead asked Thor, "What abilities does your arm currently possess? Has it been tested?"

Thor withdrew his hand, feeling a mixture of joy and disappointment.

"Through the initial modifications, my magic power has increased significantly and is now stable at 13 joules. My mental strength has also improved slightly. In addition, my left hand can resist normal damage and a certain degree of witchcraft damage. To what extent... I haven't dared to test it further."

As Kaz listened to Thor's calm description, he stroked his chin and secretly glanced into Thor's eyes.

He felt that this young apprentice was still too inexperienced and clearly did not understand the value of his witch body modification plan to other apprentices.

No, he couldn't let this guy get away with it.

"But your plan has a very big problem." Kaz circled Thor once. "The sudden surge of magical power gained from the modification could directly shatter your mental body, pushing you to the brink of cognitive collapse. A first-level apprentice would have a hard time resisting; they'd either explode, go insane, or..."

Kaz stopped behind Thor, his voice suddenly turning cold, like the deep sea in the dead of winter.

The temperature inside the morgue also dropped sharply.

Thor opened his mouth, and the water vapor he exhaled condensed into white frost.

He felt like he was going to freeze to death.

The air seemed to freeze, and the oxygen we breathed into our lungs felt like ice.

Kaz slowly reached out and placed his hand on Thor's head.

"...Or to put it another way, are you still Thor?"

A palpable killing intent surged from the top of my head into my brain, as if I could already see the Grim Reaper's scythe behind me.

If you are even slightly slow to answer, you will be beheaded!

Thor opened his mouth and forced out a sound, his mouth immediately filled with the taste of rust.

"yes!"

Kaz withdrew his hand.

Temperatures are starting to rise.

Thor's discomfort disappeared, and there was no blood in his mouth.

It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing but an illusion.

"That's good." Katz turned back to Thor.

Everything that had just terrified Thor was actually just a verification spell he had cast.

"Your mental body didn't descend into an abnormal state of chaos. It seems you were indeed very lucky to have survived the collapse of your mental body. However, luck can't always be on your side. Next time, don't experiment on yourself recklessly with this kind of modification."

"Yes, mentor." Thor lowered his eyes.

He also thought that his mentor, Katz, would pay for his rehabilitation program or use teaching or threats to obtain it.

But to his surprise, Katz didn't seem very interested. He immediately saw through most of his experimental materials and pointed out the biggest flaw in the plan.

It seems that the body modification he used as a first-level apprentice could only alarm a second-level apprentice like Byron; in the eyes of a formal wizard, it was still not worth fighting over.

fair enough.

Thor felt relieved. "This way I won't have to worry too much about the mentors forcing me to submit the modification plan."

"Mentor Kaz," Thor looked up again. Although he was still a little uncomfortable because of what had just happened, he still took the opportunity to ask what he needed to ask. Who knew that Kaz would not appear again for several days.

"I saw in the rulebook that at least a Level 2 apprentice is required to apply for live experimentation. Do you think I can apply now?"

Kaz nodded. "You certainly have a talent for this; the rigid rules that restrict you are actually a hindrance. It seems you've put a lot of effort into 'The Corpse Transmutation Guide,' so..."

Katz's voice suddenly stopped, and there was no further sound for more than ten seconds.

Thor couldn't help but look up and saw Kaz with his mouth half open, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

"Mentor?" Thor asked cautiously, while shifting his focus and preparing to retreat.

He was afraid that Katz would also explode.

"Ah!" Kaz suddenly snapped back to reality, his eyes widening with a fierce glint. "Live experiments? Heh, did you even bother reading the 'Corpse Transmutation Guide' I gave you? Did I give you that book just so you could hang around dead bodies?"

The mentor, who had just been looking satisfied, suddenly turned on him.

Do all the people here have schizophrenia?

Thor quickly lowered his head and obediently admitted his mistake, not daring to refute it, and could only complain in his heart.

"They say it's a corpse concoction; if it doesn't revolve around the dead, why would it bother with the living?"

"You've been in the morgue for so long, seen so many contaminated corpses and so many mutated materials, is this all you can think of?"

Katz spat everywhere, and his fingers pounded on the long table.

Thor frowned slightly, looking at Kaz with a puzzled expression.

Wasn't he brought to the morgue to fill in for this job that no one else could do for the time being? Could the teacher have some other ulterior motive?

Seeing that Thor still didn't understand, Kaz scolded him with exasperation, "You idiot! What did I say to you before? You didn't take it seriously at all. What kind of talent do you have? Soul talent, soul talent!"

Katz gave Thor a good scolding, angrily rebuking him for not doing his job properly and wasting his talent, and finally stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Thor was left alone, completely bewildered.

What does it mean to neglect one's proper work?

"I submitted all my materials on time. Although I secretly kept a lot, the number I submitted definitely met the passing grade. How can you say I'm neglecting my duties?"

What does it mean to waste talent?

"Didn't my mentor say I have a talent for detecting alienation and contamination? Where have I wasted my talent?"

Soul talent?

"My teacher did praise my high soul talent, but then he said my dark attribute perception was low, and that having such a high soul talent only increased my chances of seeing ghosts. Did he think I hadn't seen enough ghosts?"

Because Kaz changed his expression several times, Thor originally wanted to ask him about the reason why level 0 magic had different effects on ordinary people and wizard apprentices, but he forgot all of it later.

He had lost all interest in continuing the experiment and could only sit blankly on the bench, pondering the deeper meaning of Katz's words.

He sat there motionless until the candle on the teleportation platform flickered on, reminding him that it was time to get to work.

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