Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 571 Dream

After the old witch fled in a panic, Camus calmly said, "Her perfect physique is only at the level of a third-tier wizard."

Thor laughed, "Isn't a third-tier wizard impressive?"

Camus's lips moved, as if he had a different idea, but in the end he said nothing.

She never expresses any opinions except when she is studying and researching.

It's like a closed box, making it impossible for anyone to see what's hidden inside.

After a moment, Camus said to Thor, "You too, you need to adapt to the third transformation of your spirit body. You can't relax your standards. Enhancing your magic power is important, but you can't let your mental strength stagnate either. You need to increase your capacity to accommodate your spirit body to avoid being overwhelmed during the actual transformation."

Saul knew Camus's advice was important, but he certainly didn't slack off on improving himself.

"I know. Ever since I built the Wizard's Tower at Lake Rhine, I've been fishing for spirits in the lake and using them to enhance my spiritual power."

Thor's mental strength used to be comparable to that of an ordinary second-tier wizard, but now he is stronger than an ordinary second-tier wizard.

However, as a result, the number of spirits in the lake is also decreasing significantly, causing him to spend increasingly longer time fishing for souls.

Camus stared at Thor's face, seemingly trying to confirm the changes in his mind and body.

After a moment, she looked away without offering any comment, and instead changed the subject.

"Besides attempting to fuse with numerous souls, you also need to activate your locator. Perceive it, become familiar with it, apply it, and finally apply its characteristics to yourself. This will help you advance to the second tier."

Saul understood this principle, but it was easier said than done.

In particular, his locator was the Death Wizard's Diary.

"My locator's special feature is that it can predict death and the future... Applying the locator's features to myself... does that mean I need to have precognitive abilities too?" Thor thought to himself and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

A powerful locator can sometimes be a nuisance.

The breath that had just been exhaled was suddenly sucked back in by Thor.

"Wait! Can't I really predict the future?"

Thor suddenly remembered that he had several strange dreams during his first year in this world.

The dreams of the maid who becomes a puppet and Sid searching for him in the morgue also carry a touch of mystery.

If we consider the dangers he encountered afterward... it's not unreasonable to call it a precognitive dream!

Thor rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought. "Back then, several of my dreams seemed to foreshadow danger. Could I really have a talent for that?"

Thor had never studied prophetic magic.

Firstly, he has a diary that he doesn't need; secondly, he was promoted too quickly and hasn't even finished learning the knowledge in his field, so naturally he doesn't have the time or energy to learn other knowledge that he doesn't need for the time being.

Moreover, after he began to systematically study witchcraft, he rarely had such dreams anymore.

It's like how instincts tend to atrophy once a comprehensive knowledge system is established.

Thor's thoughts drifted away, and Camus fell silent, seemingly unconcerned about Thor's condition.

The basement level fell completely silent.

Advancing to the second tier is not a task that can be accomplished in a short period of time. After thinking about it for a while, Thor let go of his worries and focused on the knowledge and experiments at hand.

He went upstairs and used Soul Fishing to extract a bit of contamination from Justin, intending to take it back for experiments.

He hadn't expected that just touching this small amount of pollution would cause the source of the pollution on Justin's body to suddenly erupt, immediately worsening his injuries.

Fortunately, Justin was well aware of his physical condition and quickly brought the situation under control; he just needed to rest for a while.

Although he was injured this time, he also confirmed that Thor had a very good way of dealing with pollution, which strengthened his confidence.

After Thor helped Justin recover, he took the newly acquired contamination and went downstairs. Justin was left alone on the entire third floor of the wizard tower.

As night fell, Justin, who had been lying in bed all afternoon, suddenly got up from his wooden bed.

He walked to the open space in the center of the room, and a golden light spread out from under his feet. A new metal tetrahedron gradually took shape and enveloped Justin's entire body.

Justin, who was locked up, raised his right hand and rolled up his sleeve.

There was a shallow bruise in the middle of his forearm.

His left fingertip transformed into a small knife, gently slicing along the bruise. The skin and flesh separated instantly, but no blood flowed out.

Within the crevice of the bright red muscle, a tiny red seed, the size of a sesame seed, was throbbing slightly.

Like a vibrant heart.

Justin observed the heart for a while and, seeing that its activity had not decreased, relaxed slightly.

"I cannot die yet," he thought. "The continuation of the Night Royal Family cannot end with me."

Justin pressed his hand against the wound, afraid that the magical fluctuations would be conspicuous, and instead of using witchcraft, he let the wound heal on its own.

After a moment, once he was sure the skin and flesh had adhered back together, he restored himself to his original state, removed the golden tetrahedron, and sat back down to meditate.

That night, Thor, who was used to using meditation instead of sleep and only fell asleep when he was mentally exhausted, chose to lie on the soft bed made of mushrooms.

"I suddenly fell asleep with a certain purpose in mind, and now I'm having trouble sleeping."

After lying down for a while, Thor, for the first time ever, didn't fall asleep and stood up again.

"Relax," Penny comforted Thor with a cheerful smile in her mind. "If you really can't sleep, I can help you."

"No. I'm worried that other forces might intervene and affect the nature of the dream." Thor rejected Penny's suggestion, took a few deep breaths, lay back down, and closed his eyes to ponder.

Thor wanted to have precognitive dreams, but he also knew that he wasn't really sure about it.

Moreover, in his memory, precognitive dreams usually only occur when he is in a dangerous situation. Although Thor is currently in the No Man's Land, he is not in any major life-or-death crisis yet.

After all, there was no indication in the diary.

"However, the diary's hints are not complete. As long as I can survive the crisis, even if everyone else dies, the diary probably won't give any hints."

One cannot rely entirely on diaries to judge danger.

Gradually, my attention was diverted, and drowsiness crept in little by little.

He actually fell asleep.

……

Thor opened his eyes and found himself standing in a gray, hazy world.

He is high in the sky, looking down at the earth.

"Is this...no man's land?"

Sol looked down and saw the familiar mushroom forest and Lake Rhine, which was surrounded by the mushroom forest.

The pristine white Spirit Purification Wizard Tower stands on the island in the middle of the lake, appearing somewhat hazy.

"boom--"

The earth trembled.

Thor quickly looked toward the source of the sound.

Behind him, among the mountains, a giant was walking slowly!

The giant was covered in milky-white bells, but they made no sound when he walked.

Another wave of heat came from Thor's left. Thor looked over in bewilderment and saw a huge fire spreading across the entire plain.

The heavens and earth seemed to have been burned to ashes by the flames, and countless human faces were twisting and wailing in the ashes, stretching towards the sky along the black smoke.

Thor unconsciously looked up with the smoke and saw a flying shadow in the equally hazy sky.

The flying shadow was moving away from Thor at great speed, as if it were fleeing. But as it flew, it suddenly soared into the sky at an even faster speed.

No, it was more like falling.

It plummeted into the endless sky, until Thor's gaze could no longer catch it.

After the other person's figure completely disappeared into the sky, Thor faintly heard a desperate and mournful wail.

"What's wrong?" he uttered involuntarily, clutching his arms and gripping them tightly, gripped by inexplicable fear.

Then he felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw that his two hands and the arms they were holding were nothing but black skeletons!

The tattered wizard's robes fluttered in the wind, revealing a body beneath them that was devoid of flesh and blood.

Thor raised his hand in horror and rubbed his face.

The bones collided, producing a hoarse, grinding sound.

(End of this chapter)