Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 665 can't be wasted.

While deep in thought, Thor had unknowingly freed himself from the influence of the eyes that were everywhere inside and outside his body.

He could even look directly into the eyes of his entire body, treating them as if they were his new skin.

Not only that, he also began to observe these eyes more closely, trying to understand how they bypassed him and directly opened the door to his body.

The excited eyes seemed to sense Thor's rationality and gradually calmed down, no longer sprouting up from all over his body like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Thor began to actively close these doors in his body and gradually guided the star eyes out of his body.

At first, the stars were stubborn, clinging to his "flesh" and refusing to let go. But after Thor communicated with them again and again through mental means, conveying his true intentions, the stars gradually loosened their grip.

Thor began to cleanse little by little, while simultaneously feeling how the stars affected his body and opened all the doors within him.

Finally, an eye with a colored pupil suddenly emerged from Thor's body.

At first, it resembled a few drops of water forming on a window in winter, but then it gradually gathered together and transformed back into an eye.

Once his eyes were completely detached from Thor's spirit body, he also felt the door he had just opened being closed again.

Thor looked at the eyeball that had fallen to the ground and was bouncing like a ball. The other party did not seem angry that Thor had forcibly driven it away.

It didn't even react much, just as it had changed Thor's physical state without any purpose after invading Thor's spirit body; it was simply acting on instinct.

Thor has now completely broken free of the influence; the eyes on his body have closed one by one, returning to his skin and internal organs.

The eyes that once covered his entire body seemed like an illusion, leaving no trace.

With his eyes gone, Thor should now leave the realm of consciousness.

He looked at the eyes resting on the round platform, somewhat worried that once he left the space of consciousness and returned, this place might have changed.

But perhaps due to the direct transmission of consciousness, just as Thor thought of this, his eyeball, which was lying on the ground, suddenly lost its color and turned into a plain, uneven stone ball.

But its surface emits a faint golden glow.

The sphere then began to rise, its speed increasing until it finally became a reverse-moving meteor and disappeared again into the dark "night sky" of the consciousness space.

"What exactly are they? They can't really be stars, can they?"

This is Thor's consciousness space; all external forms are merely manifestations of his spiritual power within it.

Based on their previous behavior, Thor almost thought that these stars also had their own independent consciousness.

But now it seems that it was perhaps closer to a stress response, an instinct.

This gave Thor a slight sense of relief.

Without independent consciousness, it means that Thor would have difficulty intuitively understanding their abilities and manipulating them would be very difficult.

But it also means that he has more autonomy.

There's already a diary of unknown origin in my mind, Star... I'll try to be as calm as possible.

Although the departure of the stars caused the door, which had already been pushed open, to close again, Thor, who sensed where the door was and knew that it was fully open, was no longer worried about the door.

He calmed himself down, allowing his agitated mind to settle back down.

He then closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the familiar ceiling appeared before him.

But what about the sorcery runes and magical fluctuations floating between him and the ceiling?

Thor tried to turn his head, only to find a row of small steel needles stuck in his face, each with a piece of ice crystal suspended from it.

He suddenly felt a chill creeping into his internal organs through his bones.

The belated realization instantly made Thor's teeth chatter.

However, he wasn't too worried, because as he rolled his eyes, he saw Byron holding the same steel needle, about to stab him in the face.

They only stopped moving when they saw Thor open his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Thor opened his frozen, numb mouth.

"Stop talking nonsense. You just absorbed a lot of pollution. Let's see if we can get rid of it first," Byron asked him.

Thor finally realized, "I just opened the doors inside my body and absorbed a lot of pollution? Where did the pollution come from?"

Byron raised his hand and tapped the cabinet behind him with his thumb.

Saul immediately remembered that, in order to facilitate inerting experiments, he had stored some of the Kuroshio pollution absorbed from the patients there.

"So this is the kind of pollution? That makes things a bit easier."

Having learned the source of the pollution, Thor immediately closed his eyes and once again circulated his mental energy, condensing the black tide pollution within his body little by little at his fingertips.

As Thor scanned the area with his mental energy, he immediately discovered that his body was riddled with contamination, and his skin was beginning to turn into a mucus-like substance.

However, this mucoidization process had just begun when it was frozen in its original state by extreme cold.

Otherwise, by the time Thor wakes up, his skin will probably have dissolved, and he'll really be just a skeleton from his nightmare.

Now that Thor's consciousness has returned, the pollution within him, which he had already defeated once, is no longer a threat.

He automatically severed the fingertip that contained all the contamination, and Agu, who was prepared, skillfully caught and sealed it in a test tube.

"Alright," Thor's teeth were still chattering, "can you let me go now?"

Unexpectedly, Byron raised his hand and stuck the fine needle, which was not originally stuck in Saul's face, into his forehead.

"Let go? I think you should continue to calm down and observe your physical condition to avoid any potential problems."

After Byron finished speaking, he patted non-existent dust off his hands, got up, returned to his original lab bench, sat down, and took out a pen to write something down.

Thor: "?"

Agu shook his head and smiled, ignoring Thor, and turned to send the contamination he had just sealed outside.

They're probably afraid that Thor will once again demonstrate how to absorb pollution from a distance.

Ann didn't leave. She knelt on the ground, crossed her arms on the lab table, and rested her chin on her arms, making sure her line of sight was level with Saul's.

"Master, are you about to advance to the third tier?"

Seeing that Ann had no intention of removing the steel needles from his head, Thor could only say helplessly, "No, it was just an accidental opening of a door. To officially advance, you need to saturate the magic power within your body to stably control the door."

"I see," Anne said, not without envy, but she was already a dead person, and apart from relying on her diary and Thor, she had no other way to become stronger. "However, Master, you have already solved the most difficult step in advancing to the third tier. From now on, you can just increase your magic power step by step."

An could become stronger by devouring other spirits, but if she devoured a few more, she would probably revert from a stable consciousness back to a chaotic mixture.

Although powerful, it has lost its sense of self.

"Increasing magic power isn't that simple. Look at Brando, he's been stuck for a long time, his magic power is like it's frozen, completely stagnant..." Thor suddenly lifted his eyelids to look at the steel needles above his head and the ice crystals on them, his voice filled with excitement, "Senior?"

Byron did not respond, but he stopped writing and looked at Saul.

"Senior, your inerting experiment... was a success?!"

Byron calmly replied, "It's only achieved initial results; further improvements are needed."

He turned his head again and muttered, "Sure enough, the rarer the experimental materials, the easier it is to succeed. We can't afford to waste such expensive things."

Solton's eyes widened immediately.

(End of this chapter)