Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 630 Overestimating One's Abilities!

However, Thor struggled for a long time but did not get Ophelia to make a move.

Clark pulled Thor's face closer and said to him as if in a dream, "Are you waiting for Ophelia to step in and help her?"

Thor paused, his feigned struggle abruptly ceasing, and stared intently at Clark.

"Do you think that if a fourth-tier wizard like Ophelia can enter the No Man's Land, others can't?"

"Are there other fourth-tier wizards in here too? Aren't they afraid this place will collapse?" Thor twisted his neck, which suddenly became thinner, like a hair, and emerged from between Clark's fingers.

Clark looked surprised and looked down at his hands.

"You escaped without using your mental power, yet you managed to change your form... Did you combine your soul and body? You're not afraid of death."

Thor's body returned to normal after he broke free from Clark.

The fusion of flesh and spirit is indeed an extremely dangerous form of witchcraft modification; otherwise, the Blood Rose family, to which An belonged, would not have declined so quickly.

However, Thor's initial Soul-Eater Ester modification itself involved a step of combining the soul and blood, which was very compatible with the flesh-and-blood fusion modification.

After breaking free from Clark's grasp, Thor immediately called out to the motionless Per, "Lady Ophelia, whatever the reason, you can't just let Per be consumed by Clark's nightmare, can you?"

Perle's body trembled slightly, as if Ophelia was about to make a move.

However, Clark moved his lips and silently uttered a few words to Ophelia.

Then he spoke again, "I know why you've come. I only want the Wind Demon's soul; you can still use her body... You wouldn't want the balance to be broken, would you?"

Pei'er's body had returned to calm.

I wonder what conditions Clark offered Ophelia, that she would even abandon her own sister!

As soon as he finished speaking, Thor felt an extremely powerful mental energy fluctuation coming from behind him.

This mental energy fluctuation was very familiar; it clearly belonged to Clark, who was opposite him.

But at this moment, his spiritual power came from behind him.

Thor turned around abruptly and immediately met Clark's gaze, who was squinting.

The other person had appeared behind him without him even noticing.

"Indeed, relying on others won't work; in the end, you have to rely on yourself!"

Thor no longer hesitated and immediately tried to forcefully pull Clark into his consciousness platform.

However, the opponent's mental strength was as stable as a mountain, and Thor couldn't budge him at all.

Moreover, Thor felt intensely sleepy after releasing his mental energy.

His eyelids immediately felt heavy, as if filled with mercury, and he almost immediately reached for his lower eyelid.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, Thor faintly heard Clark's voice, as cold as winter.

"Never attack someone of a higher level than you, even if their mental strength is so great that it moves me."

"Let me see what it is that gave you such a special talent."

Lucy hesitated to speak, but she knew that although her great-grandfather was Alec, the chairman of the Stargate Council, she was only at the second level and still had no say.

Among wizards who pursue knowledge and power, only their own strength can earn them true respect.

Thor had a dream.

In my dream, he was aging in reverse.

He saw the scene from when he first entered the No Man's Land.

But the scene quickly disappeared.

Time reverses, transforming into flowing light.

Thor saw himself communicating with the archaeologist Stershaar in the stream of light.

But the image was quickly distorted and stretched into the distance.

He saw himself fighting beneath the wizard's tower, and Claire rushing toward him.

These images also didn't last long.

He crossed Bluewater Bay, traversed Handle Valley, left Ralph Manor, and returned to Wizard Tower, back to the day he had just taken his apprenticeship test.

The man sitting across from him, West Germany, burst out laughing. "Two opposing elements? You really wrote that casually."

Nick, standing to the side, remained silent, simply watching Thor quietly.

Thor saw himself reach out to grab the doll in the middle.

He remembered that he had made up his mind to faint during the mental strength test.

Although he didn't understand why fainting allowed him to escape the magic test and survive, the diary didn't say that it was impossible, which meant it "worked"!

The next second, Thor found himself inside his former, weak body, staring intently at the doll.

And that familiar "Save me" and the "Kill me" mixed in.

Soon, Thor felt dizzy and uncomfortable all over, as if someone was sticking their hand into his brain and stirring it around, causing all the nerves in his body to be pulled and torn apart.

He wanted to look away, but he told himself to persevere.

If he can hold on, he will survive.

Gradually, darkness began to invade his brain, and numbness crept up his spine.

"That's enough..." Thor thought, "I'm about to pass out."

But just then, a sudden voice, which seemed to originate from his own body, rang out.

"Are you really going to faint? But your limits are far from over."

The doll's screams have changed.

The cries of "Help me!" disappeared, replaced by a dense chorus of "Kill me! Kill me!"

The eerie voice inside her continued, "You wanted to faint, but that was just your choice. Now, you don't want to faint anymore."

Pain and darkness receded simultaneously, and Thor's eyes widened in shock.

Sid and Nick, who were waiting to see what would happen, stood up from their seats at the same time.

Their gazes toward Thor gradually shifted from shock to fear.

And the voice the doll made also changed.

"Kill me! Kill me! Gorsa...kill me!"

"Gorsa..." Thor unconsciously repeated, "Kill me..."

"Kill me! Kill me! Gorsa... killed me again!"

"...You killed...me again?"

Thor paused, suddenly wondering what "again" meant.

He then found himself having left the wizard tower where the test was taking place and found himself on a grassy field.

"Where is this?"

Thor spun around in place.

The sun was shining brightly, and white flowers dotted the tender green grass.

A gentle breeze blows, and the flowers and grasses bow their heads, as if greeting Thor.

"Brother Thor, Brother Thor..."

A silver butterfly appeared out of nowhere, twirling and approaching Thor like a petal fluttering in the wind.

Everything was so beautiful, like a dream.

However, the sky suddenly became overcast, and thunder rumbled, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Penny's exuberant dance immediately lost its composure and joy, and her voice trembled with fear.

"Brother Thor, Brother Thor, someone's trying to eat me! Help me hide!"

Thor immediately spoke up, "Penny, you'd better hide in my dream!"

Penny obediently followed his instructions and immediately flew into Thor's forehead.

Immediately, yellow sand swirled between heaven and earth, and visibility instantly dropped to less than one meter.

The coarse sand hit Thor's skin like countless steel knives cutting him relentlessly.

That voice from the bottom of my heart rang out again.

"So you hid the Nightmare Butterfly in your own dream. Ha, truly exceptional talent, and incredibly confident at the same time."

"To actually manipulate one's own dreams in front of a dream architect?"

"Overestimating yourself!"

(End of this chapter)