Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 79 An Honest Soul

"The soul fragment must refer to that white figure. But what is spirit ester? Is my left hand that powerful? And how do I preserve soul fragments?"

One problem after another emerged.

Saul discovered that there was so much he had never encountered before. He pieced together a modification plan from the diary, but he only knew how to use it, not the underlying principles.

This resulted in his limited understanding of his left hand.

"Soul fragments, could they be fragments of West Germany's soul? What use are they? We can't really use them to play cards."

"And that black shadow. Diary, did you absorb that black shadow?"

Saul looked at the diary, feeling a bit of a headache; the diary never listened to him.

Of course, it could also be because the diary has no thoughts at all, and all actions are based on a set of established rules.

Suddenly, the diary in front of me began to flip back rapidly, and the remaining pages were getting thinner and thinner at a breakneck pace.

"Wait!" Thor immediately tensed up.

What's going on? Why did it suddenly flip backwards?

If you turn to the back, are the previous pages still usable?

Don't wait until now to tell him that there's a limit to the number of times the diary can issue a warning.

The diary did not slow down because of Saul's tension; it quickly turned to the last page.

The last page of the diary was a black sheet of paper.

The black paper had no patterns and looked rougher than the other papers in the diary. The edges were irregular, like a square piece of paper that someone had casually torn off and carefully glued to the back of the diary.

Just as Thor looked down at the black paper that had suddenly appeared, a white phantom suddenly darted out from his left hand and crashed into the black paper.

Then, a line of white, thickly inked text, clumps of it squeezed together, appeared on the black paper.

Where am I? Why is it so dark?

This clump of words is definitely not from a diary.

Who? Who is hiding in the diary?

Was it the original owner of the diary? Or... the original Thor?

Thor's breathing became briefly disordered.

"No, that ghostly figure just now entered through my left hand... Are you Sid?"

I am West Germany. And who are you, and how do you know my name?

Oh my god, has this diary been upgraded again?

No, that's not right. It should be that Thor killed Sid's vengeful spirit and obtained the soul fragment, which activated the diary's new function.

Seeing that the spirit could answer questions, Thor's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Sid, do you remember how you died?"

"I was killed by Thor using a one-time-use magical artifact. But before that, in order to escape the encirclement, I had no choice but to break the elven sculpture, causing my spiritual body to become extremely active and unable to cast spells, which allowed me to be ambushed. Actually, I'm much stronger than Thor. And who are you? How did you know I was dead?"

"It really seems to be West Germany," Thor guessed, attributing it to the diary's ability to communicate with souls.

"This Death Wizard's Diary is probably much more powerful than I originally imagined!"

Saul had initially thought the diary could only predict death. Now it seems the diary is profoundly insightful about death, the soul, and the material world.

I really don't know what kind of person created this Death Wizard's Diary.

The soul of West Germany answered both of the questions Saul had just asked truthfully.

This led Saul to speculate about the function of the diary.

Is it that the soul cannot lie?

No, it should be the ability of the diary itself.

If vengeful spirits were honest, where would all those terrifying ghost stories come from?

"Sidd..." Thor smiled and sat on the ground, shaking his leg triumphantly.

No, I can't shake it, I should put it down.

"How did you find out about the Death Wizard's Diary?"

The diary is Thor's biggest asset right now, and he needs to confirm whether anyone else knows about its existence.

That Death Wizard's Diary was passed down through our family. Before my grandfather went mad, he often read that book, which had not a single word in it.

According to Sid, his grandfather was a very powerful first-level wizard. Because he majored in dark elemental magic, he was particularly interested in the family's death wizard's diary, which he believed must contain some kind of mysterious knowledge about death.

That knowledge was enough to elevate an ordinary wizard to a level that was previously unattainable.

But after watching for many years, from black hair to white hair, the West German grandfather still couldn't come to any conclusion, and in the end, he drove himself crazy.

During the years his grandfather went mad, Sid's father lost a large sum of money due to mismanagement and was eventually forced to sell everything in the house. Among these items was the Death Wizard's Diary, which, by chance, was sold to a third-level apprentice from the Gorsa Wizard Tower.

The third-level apprentice had collected many books related to witchcraft from the West German family and casually mentioned that he would hand them over to the library in exchange for academic credits.

Three days after the third-level apprentice left, the grandfather suddenly regained consciousness and immediately went to find his Death Wizard's Diary.

Upon learning that his diary had been sold, the grandfather flew into a rage and nearly beat the father to death on the spot, but fortunately Sid and his mother intervened.

After that, West German grandfather locked himself in his original laboratory for three days and three nights without eating or drinking.

When he came out, he raised his hands high and laughed loudly.

Because my grandfather's hair and beard were disheveled and he looked completely wretched, everyone thought he had gone mad again.

But who knew that while shouting "I know, I know," the grandfather would suddenly kill West Germany's father and mother.

Not only that, he also killed everyone else who came to the scene, turning the entire manor into a blood-red hell.

After killing everyone in the manor, Grandfather ran out barefoot and disappeared without a trace.

Fifteen-year-old Sid huddled beside his parents, shivering and hugging his knees. His trousers were filthy and smelly; his murderous grandfather had vanished, and he dared not move.

She was terrified that her grandfather would discover she was still alive.

After waiting for a long time without hearing the maniacal laughter, West Germany finally fell to the ground with a thud, his legs numb and painful, as if he had fallen into a pot of boiling oil.

But when he cautiously got up, he looked up and saw his grandfather had returned, carrying the head of his sister who had gone out to get married.

The grandfather threw his sister's head at West Germany's feet, and West Germany's legs went weak, collapsing once again into the pile of corpses.

The grandfather walked up to West Germany, slowly squatted down, but did not make a move against him.

His expression became as kind as when he was a child in West Germany, with a smile as if he were teasing his grandson.

"Little Sid, you're already a first-level apprentice? That's good."

Sid looked at his grandfather, his whole body trembling.

He couldn't understand why his grandfather, who had just killed all his family members, could still talk to him with a smile.

Grandfather didn't mind Sid's fear. Instead, he took Sid's cold, lifeless hand and said, "Now, Grandfather has an opportunity for you to become a great, official wizard. Do you want it?"

West Germans shook their heads like tambourines.

"Hmm?" Grandfather glared, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

West Germany immediately began nodding up and down.

So Sid was sent by his grandfather to the Gorsa Wizard Tower to become a wizard apprentice specializing in water magic.

Thor knew almost everything that happened after that.

At this point, the white characters on the black paper had changed from a rich milky white to a very light pale white.

Each character is no longer rounded, but has become sharp and pointed.

Before my grandfather saw me off to the carriage, he told me that he had discovered the diary was an extremely unique entity. No one in this world, even those with kinship ties, could become its owner. Even if they obtained it, they would only see a blank, hardcover book. The diary would only appear after its original owner's death. But the person who killed the original owner would not be recognized by the diary. Who are you? Why do you know about the diary?

"Why is there such a complicated setting? You can't have any living relatives, and you can't kill the owner of the diary with your own hands."

"Does this Death Wizard's Diary somehow involve cause and effect?"

Saul was somewhat puzzled, but he finally understood the reasons why West Germany was targeting him, as well as the reasons for those several clumsy attempts to frame him.

It was the rules of the diary that were binding West Germany!

I don't know either; my grandfather told me all this. Who are you? What is cause and effect?

Thor completely ignored Sid's question. "No, didn't you say that there must be no kinship to get the diary? Don't you have a grandfather?"

My grandfather died before I left, but I left in such a hurry that I didn't have time to attend his funeral. Who are you? Why must I keep answering your questions?

The lettering in West Germany had become so pale it was almost gray, making it difficult to read.

"Your grandfather is dead?" Saul squinted, leaned down, and carefully examined the words on the black paper. He suddenly chuckled and asked, "Where...is your grandfather buried?"

(End of this chapter)