Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 701 You are Free

Dark and damp.

Water droplets hit the glass window, forming a slanted line of water.

More and more water lines appeared, accompanied by a "crackling" sound, followed by a "splashing" sound.

The sounds grew louder and more frequent.

It's raining.

Heywood looked up from his desk, staring blankly at the gloomy sky outside the window and the strings of black raindrops falling from it.

The ink-filled pen in his hand, suspended in mid-air, was now rapidly condensing into a droplet due to gravity, about to fall onto the ginger-yellow parchment.

"It's raining again. There's been so much rain this year."

The ink finally gave way and dripped from the tip of the pen.

"Whoosh!"

A long, thin black tongue suddenly extended, snatched away the drop of ink, and retreated into a pitch-black face from which no features could be seen.

"You're spacing out again."

The dark figure plopped down on the parchment she had just protected, completely unconcerned about whether she would wrinkle it.

"So what if there's a lot of rain? What does it have to do with us? That's something only the high-ranking wizards on the Wailing Wall need to worry about."

With his sister Heidi blocking the parchment he was writing on, Haywood simply threw the blotting pen back into the pen holder.

He leaned back and said helplessly, "Yes, no matter how much rain there is, it's not something we two wizard apprentices can handle."

Heywood has been at the Wailing Wall for several years now, but he still hasn't crossed the line between apprentice and full wizard.

The only change that has happened to him over the years is that his sister Heidi has been separated from him and transformed into a black silhouette, mimicking the appearance of Mrs. Yora.

Although she still doesn't look exactly like a normal person, at least Heidi had a brief period of freedom where she could move around independently.

She only needs to return to her brother Haywood every now and then to replenish her depleted mental energy.

The two had accepted the fact that they could not become formal wizards, and lived peacefully for a long time under the protection of their mentor, Gorsa, on this dangerous sea.

But Heywood has been quite restless lately.

For some reason, ever since Gorsa returned from outside last year, he has always felt that his peaceful days are coming to an end.

A month ago, Gorsa even asked for leave from the master of the Wailing Wall, Wizard Murphy, and retreated to the bottom of the Wizard Tower to conduct experiments. He didn't even come out to fight during the recent Black Tide attack.

Heywood knew that this time, his mentor Gorsa was about to achieve his long-held goal.

This time, no one else knew how the experiment was going. Even Haywood, who had been following Gorsar, was unaware.

But he knew for sure that Gorza would no longer allow anyone else to hinder his experiments.

This time, Gorsa did not ask for help from a third party at all.

"Perhaps this time, Mrs. Yura can truly be resurrected." Haywood paused, looking at his sister, who appeared as a black silhouette beside him. "Heidi, do you want to be resurrected?"

The faceless shadowy figure let out a series of cold laughs, enough to terrify several timid humans in the world of ordinary people.

"Hehehehe, hehehe, resurrection? I'm perfectly fine now, why would I want to be resurrected? If being resurrected means being a tormented person, then I'd rather be a happy, vengeful spirit."

Heywood was taken aback, because he didn't have the power to resurrect Heidi. Therefore, he had never asked this question before.

Today, he was inexplicably moved to express his feelings, never expecting Heidi to hold this view.

Even Heidi could see how much pain Lady Yura was in from the constant resurrection experiments, so how could Instructor Gorza not see it?

So, did Gorsa really choose to resurrect his wife because he loved her?

"Ughh ...

A painful, piercing scream came from underground.

Heywood and Heidi exchanged a glance, their bodies trembling slightly. Fear, along with the scream they had just heard, seeped into their very veins.

The two of them lowered their heads at the same time, pretending they hadn't heard anything, as usual.

However, the screams that usually last for several minutes only rang out once today.

Outside the Wall of Sighs, at the bottom of the Seventh Wizard Tower.

Gorsa shook the test tube in his hand, then took a long dropper and dripped a drop of liquid onto the forehead of the female body on the lab table.

The colorless, transparent liquid instantly seeped into the fair skin.

"Ughh ...

The woman struggled violently, but lying on the magic circle, she couldn't even move her little finger.

Gorsa turned his head and carefully examined the woman, not wanting to miss the slightest change in her.

Strangely, the female test subject only cried out once today, and then fell silent, staring blankly at the ceiling.

This change also caught Gorsa's attention.

"Is the fusion finally beginning?" A smile appeared on his face as he leaned down and cupped the woman's pale cheeks in his long, slender hands. "Don't sleep. Only a complete fusion will constitute a true resurrection."

The woman's eyes trembled as she moved, and her purplish-red lips emitted a faint whisper.

"resurrection?"

"Yes, the experiment has been going smoothly so far. You will definitely be able to be resurrected this time." Gorsa got up to check behind the woman.

On his fair, bare back, a brown branch sprouted like a seedling breaking through the soil.

The twigs burrowed into the square box below through a hole deliberately made on the lab bench.

The box contained a gelatinous culture medium. It was a mixture of black and red, and emitted a fresh, fruity aroma.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that this gelatinous substance is trembling slightly in a heartbeat rhythm.

With each tremor, nutrients are transported along the branches into the woman's body, making her radiate vitality as if she were a real, living person.

Having confirmed that the culture medium was in good condition and had sufficient energy, Gorsa looked at the woman again and offered her gentle encouragement.

"Yura, I know you're in pain right now, but success is just around the corner. Once the fusion is complete, you'll be free."

"free?"

This long-lost word gave the woman strength; she suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared intently at Gorsa.

One second, two seconds... one minute, two minutes...

The wind and rain outside the tower had no effect on the two people in the basement.

at last!

A familiar fluctuation of mental energy emanated from the woman.

Gorsa immediately stepped forward, placed one hand on the woman's forehead, and closed his eyes to feel her solid soul.

"That's right, that's right, that's exactly it. The body born from the combination of the Black Sea Tree Source and the Red Sea Tree Source has extremely strong inclusiveness, and there is almost no backlash from the soul entering it. In addition, there is its... extremely powerful and domineering adhesive, your soul has completely merged with this magical creation."

He straightened up, his face showing both admiration and satisfaction.

"Simply put, congratulations, you've survived."

The woman, or rather, the finally resurrected Yura, felt the power brought by her new body.

Once her soul broke through the final barrier and completely merged with this artificial body, the feeling of powerlessness she had just experienced disappeared.

Instead, you feel full of energy, as if you've just woken up after a good night's sleep.

With a little effort, Yura actually sat up.

The branches behind her were stretched, but not broken. The culture medium below was still trembling slightly, like her external heart.

Although she still felt some pain in various parts of her body, it could no longer dampen Yura's joy.

Once, for the sake of witchcraft research, Yura easily gave up her own life.

Later, after enduring countless sufferings in her quest for resurrection, she came to understand the preciousness of life.

Yura felt a warmth in her eyes and felt tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Even... even tears?"

Yura wiped her eyes with her fingertips, then looked at the clear liquid on them, and even more tears streamed down her face.

"I really came back to life."

Gorsa crossed his arms and smiled. "Alright, stop crying, or the culture fluid will come out of your eyes."

Yura froze, her movements stiffening.

"This body isn't a true human body, so some unusual reactions are normal. You can consider yourself a changed race. But you are still Yura."

Yura quickly wiped away her tears, feeling a strange emptiness in her heart.

This is already a very good ending.

Then she heard Gorsa's voice again.

Gentle, slow, firm.

"Now you are free, you can leave."

She raised her eyes, which were filled with confusion.

"What? Leave what?"

Across from her, her lover in life, her enemy in death, repeated softly.

"Leave my wizard tower. After all... the experiment is over, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)