Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 634 The Madman Makes His Move, Leaving No One Alive

Just as everyone was discussing and analyzing who had set up the fake eye of the storm and why they would do it.

Five floors away from the others, Clark, who was lying in the basement, finally managed to sit up slowly by pushing himself up from the ground.

He touched his face and gasped for breath.

"Hmm..."

The world around him was completely dark. He gently touched the bridge of his nose with both hands, but couldn't reach his eyes.

Even the eye sockets have disappeared.

Clark's fingers were trembling.

This is not just as simple as losing an eye.

If he only loses an eye, he can have it grow back or be transplanted at any time.

But what he has now lost forever is one of his five senses: sight.

Even his eyes were permanently erased from his body.

But now, apart from knowing that he had voluntarily given up his sight and erased some of his memories, he couldn't remember anything else.

After a brief emotional turmoil, Clark calmed down again.

He sat on the ground, not in a hurry to get up, but tried to fall into a short sleep to try to reconnect with the wind demon.

After a moment, a slow smile appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "The connection buried within the Wind Dream Realm is still there. But I need to be more careful this time... I must persuade the Speaker to help me get Ophelia away. And that Thor... hmm, this whole thing is definitely related to him... I need to find a way to transfer him away..."

The brief setback did not deter Clark; he had even begun planning his next move.

Becoming a fourth-order wizard is no easy feat, and it's common for people to plan for it for over a hundred years. If it weren't for the Stargate Council supporting Clark behind the scenes, he wouldn't even be thinking about becoming a fourth-order wizard now.

Similarly, now that he has reached an agreement with Stargate Speaker Alec, Clark will not give up his promotion.

He didn't even intend to change his target.

However, just as Clark was revising his plan, a steady set of footsteps suddenly appeared.

Clark turned his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

He didn't even notice the footsteps until they reached the basement door.

Not only that, the spiritual and magical energy fluctuations emanating from the other party were completely unfamiliar.

He searched his memory thoroughly, but found nothing similar...

No, there was one, though it was not quite the same, but its aura had left a deep impression on him!

Clark stood up abruptly, facing the door, the notes slowly escaping his lips.

"Go, Er, Sa".

Gorsa continued walking forward at a leisurely pace. As he moved, his shadow gradually rose behind him, extending to the gate and slowly sealing off the entire entrance.

As all the light disappeared, Gorsa slowly peeled off the rotting skin from his face, and his deformed features gradually recovered, returning him to his original handsome appearance.

"I've been using this skin for so long, I can finally take it off."

He transformed from a mummy-like wizard into a handsome madman of the Radiant Family.

Of those present, one couldn't see it, and the other didn't care.

Gorza approached Clark, his voice still gentle and without much variation.

"Long time no see, Clark. What were we talking about last time we parted?"

Clark pursed his lips and remained silent.

Gorsa waited a moment, then continued, "Oh, I remember now."

He stepped forward, stood beside Clark, and whispered in Clark's ear.

"I told you then, if you mess with me again, I'll kill you."

In the darkness, Clark clenched his fists instantly.

Clark and Gorsa haven't seen each other for nearly a century, and he even reached the third tier earlier than Gorsa.

However, their shared experience as second-tier beings left an indelible impression on Clark.

He was even... genuinely a little afraid of him.

"Gorsa, the other three tiers are not allowed to enter the No Man's Land." He paused, then couldn't help but add, "Besides, when did I ever offend you?"

"The first question," Gorsa held up one finger, "I'm currently at the second level."

He wasn't lying; at that moment, he was radiating pure dark energy.

There is not a trace of the Glorious Family characteristics.

"Second question. Don't you know that Saul is my student?"

Upon hearing this, Clark knew things wouldn't end well today. He acted instantly, and a series of milky-white seashell wind chimes suddenly appeared in the room.

These wind chimes move automatically without any wind and make no sound.

In a completely dark room, Gorsa naturally couldn't see them either.

Strangely, Gorza's figure instantly transformed into a thin black shadow, precisely dodging all the swaying wind chimes.

Then, the shadow suddenly merged into the ground, just like a real shadow.

Even though there is almost no light, the shadow still exists.

Clark couldn't see Gorza's movements, but he knew that once he made a move, the other party would definitely not give up.

He flew into the air the instant the wind chimes appeared, and then released extremely pure magic power outward with his maximum energy.

However, this magic was silent and unnoticed, and the moment it left Clark's spiritual body, it evolved into a terrifying force.

"Ring ring ring ring..."

The wind chimes suddenly rang.

The environment hasn't changed; it's still the same room.

The light hadn't changed, and I still couldn't see anything.

But this place has transformed from reality into a dream.

Clark landed back on the ground. "Although I am injured now, you have limited your strength to the second tier. In comparison, I still have the advantage."

Even in the dream he created, Clark still couldn't see anything.

This is the price of losing your sight.

However, Clark has adapted to life without visuals, and he has begun to use his other senses, as well as his unique Nightmare powers, to perceive the world.

In his dreams, he is the master of everything.

However, after sensing the feedback from the dream, Clark's lips tightened.

He did not find Gorsa's presence.

After a moment's hesitation, he spoke: "There is not a single ray of light in this world."

The already dimly lit room became even darker.

"Without light, there is no darkness. In my dream, how will you use the power of darkness?"

Clark suddenly became agitated.

If he could devour Gorsa...

Even if he offends the Radiant Family, what difference does it make once he becomes a fourth-tier member?

He could easily establish a new family and completely replace Radiance!

However, just as he began to have a fleeting thought, Gorsa's voice shattered his dream completely.

"Interesting. Don't you know... I am the light?"

A beam of light, like a giant searchlight, suddenly shone on Clark's face.

Behind him, a huge, elongated shadow appeared.

"Light and darkness are never opposites, but coexist. If you can't even understand this, even if you become a fourth-order being, you will be trapped in this world forever."

Light and shadow both converge towards the center. The stronger the light, the darker the shadow.

The two gradually enveloped Clark, who didn't realize what Gorza was doing until he was completely swallowed up.

"You actually want to merge...you're insane!"

Clark immediately tried to change the dream, but he had already been completely enveloped by Gorsa without realizing it.

Light and darkness bend in an instant and spin at an extremely fast speed!

Consciousness, cognition, emotions, and soul energy all simultaneously became a massive vortex, completely distorting Clark.

Three minutes later, Gorsa transformed back into human form, and all the milky-white seashell bells in the room disappeared.

Gorsa clapped his hands and narrowed his eyes. "The simulated abyss vortex is indeed very powerful."

The sensation was wrong. He looked down and found that his hands had melted together.

When he tore it open with force, the flesh tore apart with a "rip" sound and fell to the ground.

But it quickly turned into a black shadow and merged back into Gorsa's body.

"Hmm, the side effects are quite severe. Has it been corrupted by the abyss's aura in such a short time?"

Gorsa didn't mind. "Then let's go see a doctor. Coincidentally, I know a very capable little guy."

Yes, one of our readers guessed correctly.

Are you really that perceptive? TAT

(End of this chapter)