Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 85 Please Be Worthy of Your Name

The small seaweed ball landed on Thor's left shoulder, its tentacles stretching upwards, twisting and trembling as if it were having a seizure.

"What is this?"

As Thor muttered to himself, the diary, which had been quietly floating on his left shoulder, flew effortlessly to his front.

[October 26, 314th year of the lunar calendar, sunny]

It seems you've discovered a secret space beneath the wizard's tower.

Who knows how many secrets are hidden here?

Beneath your feet lies the Soul-Devouring Swamp, which has existed for an unknown period of time.

Now, the core consciousness of the Demon Swamp is dancing on your shoulder.

It's obvious that it really likes you.

I love you so much... I want to keep you here forever.

Soul-Devouring Swamp? Core Consciousness?

Diary, oh diary, you've gone beyond the scope again, do you even know that?

"Does this little seaweed dumpling like me?" Thor muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the little seaweed dumpling leaped from Thor's left shoulder and pounced into the air, its momentum suggesting it was heading straight for the diary in front of Thor!

"Whoosh—"

The little seaweed dumpling missed its target and rolled straight off the edge of the platform into the mud.

Thor: "..."

"Diary, are you sure this core message is that you like me, and not that you like me?"

The diary ignored Saul and flew back to his left shoulder.

But its recent behavior made Saul somewhat wary.

Could that seaweed dumpling discover the existence of the diary?

Otherwise, why would it run to wherever the diary is?

"It's called the Soul-Devouring Swamp, so its true nature shouldn't be that clump of seaweed, but rather this muddy mess. Why can the mud sense the diary's presence?"

"Even the tower master has never paid attention to my left shoulder."

This realization made Thornton nervous.

If anyone else knows about the diary inside his body, like Sid, then Saul will never have a moment's peace for the rest of his life.

Death predictions are such a useful cheat code in this world!

It is something that countless people would do anything to pursue.

"Did it pull me down just for the diary?" Saul asked gravely.

He's not in a hurry to go out anymore.

He carefully observed the entire swamp, thinking about how to destroy it all.

Or at least that core ideology should be destroyed.

"Will scorching breath be enough to deal with it? If there are corpses buried here, there should be some flammable and explosive gases down there, right? I need to be careful not to blow myself up too."

Just as Thor was pondering, the seaweed dumpling that had just fallen back up the platform.

It crawled to Thor's feet, shook off the mud, and began to bend its tentacles, jumping towards Thor.

Thor extended his left hand and threw a punch, trying to send the latter flying.

However, the moment his fist made contact with the seaweed dumpling, the latter extended countless black tentacles, wrapped around Thor's wrist, and firmly fixed itself to it.

Thor's punch missed its mark, and he quickly readjusted his balance, then slammed his fist into the ground again.

But just before his fist was about to land on the stone slab, Thor abruptly stopped.

Throughout the entire process, the seaweed dumpling showed no signs of trying to escape or dodge; it even rubbed against Thor's left hand, as if it also liked his left hand.

Thor raised his hand in confusion, looking at his left hand, which seemed to be wearing a boxing glove, and thought, "Could it be that this seaweed dumpling isn't sensing the diary's presence?"

The Death Wizard's Diary, its origins are unknown, but its background is definitely not simple. Thor believes it is at least at the level of a third-level formal wizard.

The master of Gorsa Tower is a senior level two wizard, and there shouldn't be any mysterious creatures above level three existing under the wizard tower he built.

Moreover, this Soul-Eating Swamp is clearly a dumping ground for corpses and remnant souls...

Remnant soul?

Thor thought about his left hand, which was the spirit ester that the diary indicated could temporarily store fragments of the soul.

Could it be that what this seaweed dumpling sensed was actually the scent of the remnant soul of the left hand?

So when it pounced on the diary, was it because it sensed the fragments of the soul within it?

After all, even after West Germany was shattered by the electric chair, a black phantom still entered the diary.

That black phantom must also be a fragment of West Germany's soul, and a very special one at that, otherwise the diary wouldn't have actively absorbed it.

However, the black remnant soul had already disappeared.

I wonder what the seaweed dumplings sensed.

While Thor was pondering, the seaweed dumpling kept rubbing against his hand.

"Have you licked enough?"

After regaining his senses, Thor looked speechless and tried to shave the black thing off his left hand.

But this thing is very persistent; if you peel off one side, the other side will wrap around you again.

Thor was panting heavily, but in the end he still couldn't get the seaweed dumpling off.

"Hmph... Are you trying to leave with me by clinging to me like this?"

Thor gave up; he planned to leave first and then find someone to deal with the guy in his hands.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the seaweed dumpling that had been rubbing against his hand stopped moving.

But it did not leave Saul's left hand.

"Hmm? Do you want to come out with me, or not?"

Thor, however, became interested and started teasing the seaweed dumplings in the opposite direction.

"Glug... Glug... Snap! Glug... Snap!"

Unexpectedly, the mud around the platform suddenly became agitated, with huge bubbles rising and exploding.

Huge, thigh-thick black tentacles emerged from the mud, desperately reaching towards the high platform, yet fearing it, they could only twitch on the surrounding mud.

"Whoosh!"

"Snapped!"

Those violent lashes seemed designed to tear Saul to pieces.

Saul immediately realized he had said the wrong thing.

With a forceful pull of his right hand, he easily ripped the seaweed dumpling off his left hand.

"I never said I was really going to take you out. Since you're so unhappy, you should just go back and stay there."

The seaweed dumpling seemed to truly understand Thor's words. It walked to the edge of the platform, looking back every few steps, before finally jumping off.

He looked like a child who wanted to go out and play after school, but was dragged back home by his parents by the ear.

However, even after the seaweed dumplings returned, the anomalies in the swamp did not subside.

They acted like parents to their children, hands on their hips, issuing a stern warning to Saul.

Tentacles slapped at the mud, and soon, as the mud churned, something new and terrifying appeared before Thor's eyes.

Pale faces emerged from the mud, their expressions ferocious as they glared at Thor, their mouths opening and closing as if pleading or cursing.

Although no sound was coming out, Thor felt a series of ringing in his ears.

Even if he covered his ears, he couldn't block out the strange sound waves.

Thor disregarded everything else and hurriedly turned around to painstakingly stack the two experimental tables together before standing on them.

However, he overlooked the fact that he was only 12 years old and not tall enough. Even standing on two tables, he couldn't reach the top of his head.

Thor took a risky leap, grabbing the soil above his head with one hand, but he couldn't get any leverage and landed back on the table, wobbling precariously and almost falling off the platform.

"call!"

The ringing in his ears grew louder and louder. Thor crouched on the table, clutching his ears in pain. He managed to stand up, but could no longer jump.

Just as he was about to fall off the table, a withered, yellowed hand suddenly burst from the ground above his head, grabbed Thor's arm, and pulled him out of the underground world.

Thor finally saw the sunlight again.

"Ptooey!" He spat out the dirt in his mouth, and before he could even open his eyes, he kept thanking the person who saved him, "Thank you, thank you, I thought I was going to be stuck here forever."

The visitor was the gardener; the skin on his hands was the same yellow color as his face.

The gardener still had a bright smile on his face, but his movements as he stood up looked very stiff.

"Don't be afraid. This is the early laboratory of the Wizard's Tower, but it has been abandoned for a long time," the gardener explained enthusiastically. "Although the wizard reinforced it, apprentices still occasionally fall down."

I feel unwell and have a bad feeling.

Today, following the usual practice of this book, there should be an extra chapter to celebrate. Haha, I'll make up for it when it's officially released... (Note this in Byron's little notebook)

Thank you so much, dear readers! All the achievements of this book are thanks to your daily support! Your support and encouragement have given me endless strength. I will do my best to write the story of these wizards, big and small, and I hope to continue this journey with you all!

Should Sanjiang have some remarks? I don't know, I'll just leave it here. Run's off to write.

(End of this chapter)