Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 78 I don't usually laugh

Thor was somewhat dazed; he felt as if he were flying.

Teeth? It looks like it's biting down on its lower teeth, or maybe it's just biting into air.

Hands? It looks like it's holding onto a handrail, or maybe it's waving its arms and legs in the air, or maybe it's doing a seaweed dance.

Thor disliked this feeling of being out of control—even though it was exhilarating.

This reminded him of the day he completed the transformation, when the world turned into a soap bubble, and he was powerless to stop it.

"I need to wake up," Thor thought groggily.

He began to meditate.

A picture of a walking monster appeared in his mind.

Points, lines, diagrams, planes... unfolding bit by bit.

With the appearance of the monster at the bottom, reason returned and thinking became clear.

Then fear descended.

When Thor opened his eyes, he found a ghostly figure crawling on his body!

The phantom clung to Thor's body, its feet resting on Thor's knees, one hand on Thor's shoulder, and the other making a grasping motion in the air.

His head was also a blurry image, his facial features were not visible, but his face kept swaying from side to side, as if searching for something.

It's strange, he's clearly on Thor, yet it's as if he can't see Thor.

His hand waved in the air, but could only pass through Saul's body and the chair behind him, unable to touch anything substantial.

In the dim light, Thor seemed to hear a roar from his memories.

That was the voice of West Germany.

Suddenly, the phantom's head seemed to notice something, abruptly turning to face Thor.

The shadows, like grains of sand blown away by the wind, gradually revealed the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face of West Germany beneath.

His eyes slowly focused, and the next second, he opened his mouth.

"I've found you."

As the grotesque, distorted face drew closer, Thor still couldn't control his body.

He could only try his best to remain calm and looked up to meet those eyes whose pupils were so small they were almost invisible.

As West Germany drew closer, it gradually revealed a狰狞 smile. Though it was a spirit, it seemed to exhale the cold, deathly aura of hell.

Startled by the icy breath on his face, Thor blinked, but he wasn't as scared as he thought he would be.

He killed West Germans.

He will be able to kill the vengeful spirit of West Germany again!

The heads of the human and the vengeful spirit were almost touching...

Thor's forehead began to sting, and he prepared to unleash a strike against the necromancer, even at the cost of a mental shock.

However, in an instant, an arc of electricity of indistinguishable color suddenly rose from Thor's body, instantly transforming into a giant net that enveloped Sid's vengeful spirit.

The moment the electric grid touched Sid's spirit, Sid's face contorted, his mouth gaped open, revealing a dark, empty oral cavity behind his teeth.

West Germany is wailing.

But the wailing did not reach Thor's ears.

West Germany leaned back, trying to get away.

But his hands and feet seemed to be firmly glued to Thor, and he couldn't get them off.

Stimulated by the power grid, West Germany's spirit became increasingly ethereal, undulating in waves, as if it could disappear at any moment.

At the last moment, he simply gave up on escaping and charged at Thor again, his mouth almost splitting open to the back of his head, his dark maw so huge it could swallow Thor's entire face...

In a flash, another silvery-white electric grid was activated from Thor's body, directly covering West Germany's face and completely blocking West Germany's attack.

As the power grid contracted, the already ethereal spirits of West Germany began to emit wisps of blue smoke.

The silvery-white electric grid gradually sank into the spirit of West Germany, like squeezing a balloon that was about to reach its limit.

at last……

"Bang!"

The vengeful spirits of West Germany could not withstand the pressure and exploded completely.

Thor automatically imagined the sound of an explosion, and at the same time, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

At the very moment the West German vengeful spirit exploded, he vaguely saw a white figure and a black figure running out of the exploded West German spirit body.

A white shadow slipped into Thor's left hand.

The shadowy figure was trying to escape, but was pulled towards Thor's left shoulder by an extremely strong force.

If Thor could move, he would probably turn around immediately to chase after that dark figure.

What's on his left shoulder?

Journal?

The next moment, Thor felt an extremely strong sense of falling, and he crashed heavily back into his body.

It doesn't hurt, but I feel a little weak.

Nick's cold voice came through, "Alright, the vengeful spirit within you has dissipated."

Thor weakly raised his head and saw Nick placing the control panel on the table.

Seeing that Thor had regained consciousness, Nick lowered his head and asked, "How was it? Did you finish quickly?"

"How much time has passed?" Saul asked weakly.

Nick looked up at the hourglass. "One minute and forty-five seconds."

The iron rings securing Thor had somehow retracted, allowing him to stand up by supporting himself on the handrails.

He managed to stand up, but just as he was about to walk forward, he realized that his upper body had shifted forward while his lower body hadn't followed.

His legs went weak, and he stumbled forward and fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Nick's voice, not very warm, came from the other end. "I forgot you're young and react more strongly to these kinds of stimuli."

Thor supported himself with his hands and raised his head.

Why did he feel like Nick was mocking him?

But Nick, who came into view, had a cold expression and showed no sign of mockery.

Thor simply sat on the ground first, and only slowly stood up after his legs regained some feeling.

"Anyway, today's experiment is over, you can go back and rest." Nick quietly tidied up the lab, without offering to help.

"Okay, senior."

As Saul stood on the ground, he felt that his feet were soft and yielding, like he was walking on cotton.

"What time should I come over tomorrow?"

"You don't need to come so often. Just come every three days." Nick stopped what he was doing and glanced at Thor's trembling legs. "After all, test subjects need rest too."

Thor: "..."

Nick was definitely mocking him!

Finally, Thor had to lean against the wall to leave the lab.

As soon as the door behind him closed, he vaguely heard an extremely exaggerated laugh.

Xiaoxiao almost fainted.

Then came the sound of something hitting the table;

Then came the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground;

Then came the sound of fists pounding the ground...

And laughter accompanied these sounds continuously.

"Is it really necessary to laugh like that? And you claim to be good at managing emotions!" Thor cursed inwardly. "Is this how you manage your emotions?"

The sounds from inside the room continued.

Pain began to creep into that exaggerated laughter.

Thor's resentment was immediately replaced by a surge of inexplicable fear.

He pursed his lips, glanced once more at the closed laboratory door, and quickly left.

He finally left the laughter behind.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Thor stood tall and straightened his back before entering the ramp, pretending that nothing was wrong.

The descent is difficult, especially when your legs feel weak.

Thor managed to get back to his dorm, but before he could even touch his bed, he collapsed and lay sprawled on the floor.

Completely exhausted, he simply relaxed his legs, rolled over and lay flat, staring blankly at the ceiling.

So much happened that morning; the amount of information he received was almost overwhelming.

Anze, the mentor who hates trouble;

Mutual aid societies with growing influence;

The tower owner I brushed past;

A newly emerged second-level witch;

Rum's mentor's olive branch;

Nick revealed a secret;

And then there was the final clash with West Germany...

Thor sat up again.

He looked at his left shoulder; the diary floated quietly, as if he were calmly watching a play.

Before the vengeful spirit of West Germany disappeared, a dark shadow was clearly pulled to the vicinity of Thor's left shoulder.

If anything can influence vengeful spirits, it must be the Death Wizard's Diary.

"What is that dark figure?" Thor tried to ask the diary, but the diary ignored him.

The shadowy figure vanished without a trace, and the diary remained as aloof as ever.

Thor could only study the other white shadow that had entered his left hand first.

Thor's modified left hand is mainly composed of plastic bone, which has the ability to enhance magic power and improve dark attribute perception.

It leans towards support and has some defensive capabilities, but it doesn't offer much of a boost to attack.

Therefore, the left hand is often not very noticeable.

Today is the first time it has shown any abnormality.

This made Thor a little nervous, fearing that one day he would wake up to find his left hand had mutated uncontrollably.

Even though he already had a vague worry about his left hand, Thor never expected that the diary would pop out when he looked at his left hand.

[October 25, 314th year of the lunar calendar, sunny]

The trash you created accidentally absorbed a fragment of a soul.

Only then do you realize that the left hand you haphazardly created is actually a new type of ethereal ester material.

This spirit ester is a bit rubbish, but at least it can preserve soul fragments for two days.

But what can you do with soul fragments?

Want to play cards with it?

(End of this chapter)