Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 590 The Visitor is Not Friendly

A month later, the time that Thor and Noah had agreed upon arrived.

Noah stood with his hands hanging down in front of the lab table, glancing nervously at Thor.

Today is the day Thor plans to send him to the Chaotic Realm, and it's also the day the other party checks his learning progress.

Noah had no magic, and his spiritual body gradually mutated under the influence of the two drugs.

This made it even more difficult for him than for ordinary people to learn the basics of witchcraft. He could only memorize them repeatedly.

Fortunately, Noah was very smart and could always quickly understand complex and profound knowledge and figure out its underlying logic.

Although Thor didn't consider how well Noah could learn the basics when he planned to send Noah to the Chaotic Realm, Noah still hoped he could perform better.

Tell Saul not to regret taking him on as an apprentice.

Unfortunately, for children without any special advantages, overcoming innate physical difficulties is still too difficult.

Despite studying the basics day and night with Agu, a month later, Noah still only mastered one sorcery rune.

"Water source?" Thor looked up at the runes Noah had spent so long completing, puzzled. "Why didn't you choose an attack rune?"

"Mentor, you said the chaotic region I'm going to is extremely resource-poor, and it might take several days to reach it without ever seeing a soul. So I think it's more important to create water to survive than to fight. As for fighting, I will try my best to avoid it."

Saul neither agreed nor disagreed.

In his view, this choice is entirely determined by individual character; some people tend to maintain the status quo, while others prefer to plunder.

He had no intention of interfering.

Thor looked down at the rune on the table again, which Noah had spent a month drawing but which was very standard. "You have done your best within your own capabilities, and your performance has exceeded my expectations."

He stood up and said, "You have proven yourself and passed the test, but the test of life is still long. If you don't want to hand in your paper early, you must continue to maintain this state of giving your all in the future."

Noah bit his lip, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but turn up. His eyes shone as he watched Thor nod incessantly like a chick pecking at rice.

Thor raised his hand, and the butler handed him the package he had prepared.

Thor himself tied the package to Noah's back.

"The place you're going to is called the Chaotic Realm. It's a place with almost no active elemental particles. There, you can't replenish your magic through meditation, nor can you gather magic through sorcery arrays."

Even a fully-fledged wizard can only use their existing magical power or energy items like magic crystals to perform magic. But for someone like you with a fragile spirit who can't withstand magical radiation, such a place might be the only way to survive.

Of course, you might also have a very hard time living there, or even encounter and die from terrifying monsters.

Noah quickly puffed out his chest. "Don't worry, teacher, I won't back down!"

Thor laughed. "It's come to this point; even if you wanted to back down, it would be too late. I will still send you to the Chaotic Realm, but the method might be different, and the requirements for you will be different too!"

He patted the package behind Noah.

"This backpack contains some survival essentials. A short sword and a crossbow specially crafted for you. There's also a vial of poison and the corresponding antidote."

Saul then took out another necklace.

The necklace pendant is an irregularly shaped, entirely black crystal.

This is a small spatial magic tool that Thor purchased from the Gaja Drum.

It's cheap, but the interior space is very small, less than one cubic meter.

However, the advantage is that it requires less energy to maintain.

The energy-storing magic crystals that Thor put in were enough to sustain the necklace for a year in the Chaotic Realm.

"There are some potions, books, and a few magic crystals inside. There's also space for you to store your own items. After you mark it with your mental energy, you can use it without using magic."

Noah listened attentively to every word of Thor's advice, nodding repeatedly.

"At first, I'll try to visit you once a month. Once you've established yourself in the chaotic region, I might change it to once a year. After you adapt to the environment there, collect samples of local items as much as possible. Of course, the prerequisite is... survival."

Noah solemnly accepted the necklace and put it around his neck. He then tightened his backpack, as if holding onto the hope that Thor had given him.

"Don't worry, mentor, I will definitely try my best to survive and complete the task you assigned me."

Thor led Noah up to the fourth level.

This is where he rests, but it's also the floor he visits least often.

The walls of the fourth-floor room were already covered with densely packed magic arrays.

Some of these magic arrays serve a protective function, some isolate sound, and some prevent spying and magical fluctuations.

Using these layers of magic arrays, Thor transformed the fourth layer into a closed space.

He also planned to make this place his base for traveling to and from the chaotic region.

The compass needle spun wildly, and the two figures vanished abruptly.

Apart from the consciousness entities, no one else knew where Thor and Noah had gone.

The old witch came down from the third floor and hurriedly went down to the basement.

"Thor! I've finished—" The old witch's voice trailed off as she realized Thor was nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?" the old witch asked Herman, who was conducting the experiment, without any politeness.

"Master took Noah out." Herman shrugged.

"He went out?" The old witch frowned in confusion. "I didn't hear he was going out. Was he just taking that dying brat out for a stroll?"

At this point, the old witch looked exactly like a 16-year-old girl—except for her face.

She exudes a youthful yet mature charm, coupled with her carefree personality, a face that looks like that of a 90-year-old man, and exaggerated facial features, creating an extremely incongruous feeling in her entire being.

In reality, the old witch's physical condition had reached the mature stage of a perfect body.

So she couldn't wait to share the news with Saul and wanted him to cleanse her body of the last impurities as soon as possible.

The old witch knew that she was being used by Thor to some extent, becoming his protector. But conversely, she also needed Thor to conceal her identity.

Now that the perfect body has matured, it can no longer rely on the original magical materials to continue growing naturally, and can only be improved later.

But that's enough for the old witch now. She can fully utilize the body's talents and her own powerful mental strength to continue exploring the path of advancement.

Instead of just having that old body and waiting to die, without any hope.

"When will he be back?" the old witch continued to ask.

Agu put down the two beakers in his hands, looked up and said, "We don't know the master's decision either. He may be back soon, or he may take a few days. Do you have any orders, sir? Perhaps I can help."

The old witch curled her lip. "Can you handle the pollution?"

Agu spread his hands, indicating that he couldn't help.

The old witch scoffed and then hurried up the stairs.

Throughout the entire process, Camus remained hidden within the confinement array, uttering not a sound.

However, as soon as the old witch left, Camus suddenly looked south, stared intently for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, the old witch, who was riding in a wolf carriage to go out for a stroll and see if she could find Thor, suddenly raised her head.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the mushroom forest, carrying large quantities of mushroom spores toward the wizard's tower.

However, the fierce hurricane came to an abrupt end on Lake Rhine, and the spores fell one after another, forming a gray-white carpet.

The old witch narrowed her eyes instantly. "This is... trouble has come knocking?"

Kaven, Chapter Two won't be available until tonight.

(End of this chapter)