Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 728 Surprise

The moment Thor jumped onto the tree stump, he found himself forcibly transported to another space.

He looked around and saw towering buildings and hurried pedestrians.

Everyone looked extremely tired.

The sun was blazing overhead, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

The surrounding noise was chaotic and irritating.

"A hallucination?" That was Thor's first reaction.

"No, this should be an upside-down tree."

Benches lined both sides of the road, but no one was sitting on them to rest. Everyone was busy, as if wound up like a spring.

Thor looked around as he walked to the bench and sat down. He clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them.

"The inverted tree can replicate the world within a certain area, except that it is upside down in relation to the normal world."

Thor closed his eyes, his mental body trembled slightly, and he immediately sensed the uncoordinated gravity on his body.

However, instead of immediately dispelling this incongruity, Thor allowed himself to remain in this upside-down city.

"The last time I came here, it was deserted, but now it's become so lively. It seems that everyone from the inner city has gathered here."

At this moment, people on the street were walking hurriedly, but Saul was sitting alone, creating a stark contrast between extreme movement and stillness.

Saul may appear to be sitting still, but he is actually observing every passerby.

They looked no different from normal people, and even their expressions were very vivid.

Some were worried, some were anxious, and some were happy.

It felt like a real world.

But after observing for a while, Thor discovered that the scene before him was repeating itself.

For example, a brown-haired man who had hurried past him ten minutes earlier walked past him again with the same movements and expression.

Thor clearly remembered the appearance of everyone who walked in front of him.

Everyone walks at a different speed, so the frequency with which they reappear in front of him is also different.

When thirty-six minutes had passed, the last person reappeared in front of Thor.

This time, Thor didn't let him pass; instead, he stood up and blocked his way.

The man who was stopped looked up in confusion, but didn't say anything. He just stared at Saul with wide eyes.

As the man was stopped, the others seemed to be wound up, and one by one they slowly came to a stop.

They stopped near Saul, and like the first man who had been stopped, stared blankly at Saul.

But no matter how many people gathered around, not a single person spoke.

Extreme motion completely transforms into extreme stillness in a short period of time.

This creates a strange and eerie atmosphere.

"Let me see where the connection between you lies," Thor broke the silence, smiling as he looked at the group before him, his eyes slowly narrowing.

A wisp of translucent silk threads emanated from his body. These threads did not touch the person in front of him, but instead swirled around everyone in the clear air.

"No fate line." Thor's smile slowly faded. "Like the wizard Jonah outside, he's a dead man."

Even the dead are not necessarily without a fate line.

If they can become relatively stable vengeful spirits, or even powerful evil spirits, a fate line will appear.

However, compared to living people, it is intermittent.

Only the four consciousnesses raised by Thor have a fate line similar to that of living people.

"You are not living people, and you have no independent consciousness... You are the pollution that appeared in Archaeologist City back then, just like those Ash People."

Thor reclaims his fate.

"Back when I was in Archaeologist City, I saw many people who, for a moment, seemed to turn into monsters. And they all had a semi-transparent thread above their heads."

At the time, Thor didn't know what these thin threads were and thought they were like strings used to manipulate a puppet.

After successfully developing the destiny lines within his own body, he realized that those must have been the destiny lines forcibly drawn out from the bodies of those who had been corrupted.

Thor hasn't yet researched what would happen if the Fate Line were removed and controlled by someone else.

But now, these people in front of us may be one of the answers.

The dead, stripped of their destiny lines, become puppets arbitrarily arranged and manipulated inside an upside-down tree.

Just like the most ordinary NPC in the game, without even a single line of dialogue, they act according to the predetermined settings.

When their planned actions are interrupted, they fall into confusion.

Saul suddenly raised his left hand.

"Snapped!"

He snapped his fingers.

A powerful mental wave, accompanied by the sound, spread outwards.

It was as if a spring breeze had ruffled the lake, creating ripples.

Everyone who stayed near Thor was like the water in a lake, their bodies contorting like waves.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

From the inside out, the distorted skin of these people burst open like balloons, dispersing into a cloud of gray smoke.

The gray fog seemed to gather and disperse, and a human figure could barely be discerned.

But after they turned into this grotesque state, tiny, transparent lines gradually began to appear on their heads.

Thor has just completely shattered the power that was binding these undead and tore off their disguises.

It was indeed the Ashman he had seen before.

"As expected, the pollution inside Archista was actually created by the Upside-Down Tree itself. Back then, it only affected ordinary people on a small scale, but now it's so blatantly dragging the entire inner city in? And why is it doing this?"

Thor flicked the nearest Ashman, who instantly turned to dust and fell to the ground.

"It's scattered? So fragile? The upside-down tree could pull in so many souls, yet it couldn't maintain its strength?" Thor suddenly laughed as if he had discovered someone's secret. "It seems that what the wizard Jonah said wasn't entirely wrong."

"The inverted tree is indeed in a problematic state, and this problem is likely caused by Beth, the Dean, and... Char."

Char, this paranoid guy really did something big!

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Thor was jolted back to his senses by the shifting light and darkness, only to realize that his surroundings had somehow turned from daytime to night. The ashen figures that had been surrounding him were also gone.

"Hmm? Was it because I discovered something that they moved me to this place?"

He looked around again.

A bright moon hangs overhead.

There are towering buildings on both sides.

However, these high-rise buildings are too densely packed, with almost no gaps between them.

They formed a circle, enclosing Thor in a small open space.

It was as if they wanted to lock him in a cage.

There was a street lamp to Thor's left, casting a dim light.

Unlike the bustling daytime, the night scene was very quiet, with only the occasional faint footsteps.

It's like someone walking barefoot, on tiptoe, on a stone path.

Amidst the footsteps, one could also hear the sound of flesh sticking to the stone slab.

A sense of fear spread from the deepest part of my mind to my forehead.

The streetlights overhead crackled and flickered a few times before dimming further, as if the equipment were aging.

Thor looked up and was shocked to see that the full moon had turned into a crescent moon.

In the darkness behind the streetlights, a huge shadow, about five or six meters tall and resembling a human figure, was vaguely moving.

"So many?" Thor blurted out. "That's... a truly surprising discovery!"

He stopped looking around and at the moon, which had suddenly become round again overhead.

Thor pulled up his cloak, covering himself completely from head to toe.

Two seconds later, the cloaked body suddenly shrank!

From the gap where the cloak met the ground, gray, semi-transparent tentacles slowly emerged.

(End of this chapter)