Diary of the Death Wizard

Thor runs down the corridor.

He had just created a new dead man's flower, and the moment he stood the flower in the corridor, Sol instantly regained consciousness.

But this time the dream did not end there.

Someone finally discovered his evil deeds and came after him!

Now, the terrible hunter has raised his bow and arrow, ready to release the string at any time.

Sol was forced onto the ramp, but a person also appeared on the ramp.

The person blocking the way had only half a face, and Sol, who was running, almost fell to the ground in fright.

The other party turned out to be Kong Sha, whom I hadn't seen for a long time!

I've caught you. Kongsha raised her red lips slightly.

Thor turned his head, and the person chasing him behind him was holding a silver-blue longbow with a gloomy expression.

The pursuer behind him was a third-level apprentice.

Compared with him, the seemingly terrifying Kong Sha has become a more promising way of life.

Thor heard himself chanting the spell so fast that he couldn't even make out the runes contained in it.

However, when he was running and chanting a mantra, eyeballs popped out of Kong Sha's head filled with half a bottle of white syrup.

These eyeballs are tightly attached to the glass wall, with incomparable longing and incomparable excitement, focusing on Sol who is constantly approaching.

Ah!!! Go to hell— Sol was about to wave his hand, but his brain suddenly went blank, and he completely forgot what he was doing.

All that remained was a short, sharp cry...

Sol opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that his left face was tightly pressed against the cold floor tiles.

He didn't rush to get up from the ground.

This time the dream seemed to end with the murderer's death.

If so, it's a good thing.

Sol finally doesn't have to endure the nausea of ​​biting raw meat every time he sleeps.

but……

He was still on the ground, observing his room from such a perspective for the first time.

Like a timid voyeur, hiding in the most secret crevice, observing and alerting the outside world.

And Sol, who maintained such a posture, felt inexplicably relieved.

After a while, he got up and glanced at the time.

6:00 a.m., just in time for breakfast.

Sol is getting a little hungry.

He raised his right hand, stuck out his tongue suddenly, and lightly licked the fingertips that had turned into white bones.

The hunger seems to be satisfied a little, but with it comes a deeper need.

Sol took a deep breath, suppressed the emotion of running away, and walked into the bathroom.

He took a basin full of water and plunged into it.

It wasn't until his lungs began to groan, and his trembling arms could hardly support the weight of his body, that Sol raised his head violently.

The water splashed everywhere, hit the wall and the ground, and the excess water flowed down the bridge of the nose, cheeks, and hair into the collar.

Damn! Thor cursed several times, I almost lost my consciousness.

Sol directly wiped off the water on his face with his hands, and the faint tingling caused by the friction between the bone and the skin made him more awake.

This nightmare butterfly has become so terrifying?

Is it because the magic radiation in the wizard tower has amplified its influence, or is it... about to hatch?

The eye problem has reached the point where it has to be solved.

Even if the owner of the dream goes offline, Sol can't guarantee that he will be pulled into the dream of someone more terrifying after falling asleep.

Or consciousness.

Should I go to Hayden for surgery now? Sol thought for a while, but denied it himself. Although I prepared materials to seal the cocoons, they are not aimed at the nightmare butterflies. I don't know if something will go wrong.

Don't be in a hurry, it's easy to make mistakes. Although he understood that the danger of the nightmare butterfly was far greater than he imagined, Sol kept telling himself to be calm.

Danger comes from the unknown. I must find out the characteristics of the nightmare butterfly. Even if I can't find out, it's good to know more.

Sol patted himself on the left shoulder, Dude diary, can't you make the introduction more clear in your item identification?

The diary remained silent.

Go to the library and look for it. Sol still thinks that he can't take out the butterfly cocoon recklessly. If he can't find the answer in the library, he can still ask the instructor.

There is really no gain, and it is not too late to go to Mang, anyway, Sol has a diary to cover everything.

After rearranging his appearance, Sol left the dormitory.

However, when he just opened the door, he saw a man standing outside that he needed to look up to - Ku Jin.

Senior Kujin, Saul immediately showed his trademark polite smile, do you have anything to do with me?

I have an experiment and need an assistant. You can get the approval of Katz's tutor. I believe you have this ability. If you are willing to come, I can give you 10 credits per order.

Pay-per-view?

And the unit price is quite reasonable.

Sol immediately moved his heart, I'd like to help the senior, but I don't know what kind of experiment it is?

Of course the content of the experiment cannot be made public at will. If you have nothing to do now, you can come with me.

Sol didn't move, I'm sorry, Senior Kujin, I really have important things to do right now.

Ku Jin's face darkened.

Sol immediately suggested: How about 2 o'clock in the afternoon today?

Ku Jin thought for a few seconds, nodded in agreement, Okay, come to my room at 2 pm, 1404.

Sol immediately responded here: No problem.

Seeing the back of Ku Jin going away, Sol still maintained a smile on his face.

Since working in the Mortuary, he had known that apprentices would do small business behind the scenes.

As long as the transaction is not too much, the mentor will turn a blind eye.

But seeing the plot between Kujin and Ferguson, Saul knew that this time it was not a small deal.

But a bait!

Whether to eat this bait and how to eat it are still questions.

Sol closed the door and walked quickly to the library.

But the matter of the eyes is more urgent. Compared with this matter, the experiment of reshaping the hands will be delayed.

At 6:05 in the morning, no apprentices have yet visited the library.

As soon as he entered the library, Sol saw the young administrator standing in the middle with a proud face.

He didn't say hello, and ran in quickly, brushing the hem of the young man's clothes unconsciously with his arm.

No, it wasn't wiped off, it was directly worn through.

Just as the young administrator was about to jump up and curse, he suddenly saw that a part of his sleeve was missing.

His mouth that had just opened wide closed suddenly, and the tip of his tongue was pinched off before he could retract it in time, and disappeared before falling to the ground.

The young man's lips began to tremble, and he slowly raised his head, staring at the direction where Sol disappeared.

He burst into tears.

The tears also didn't have time to fall, they dissipated in the air.

Sol didn't know what was going on outside.

He just followed his memory and began to search for information about the nightmare butterfly in the advanced version of the Insect Chapter of Cognition of Everything.

But looking through the entire directory, he didn't see any relevant words, so he could only quickly go to the next location.

Advanced version of cognition of all things, foreign objects.

No!

Advanced version of cognition of all things, monster chapter.

No!

Advanced version of cognition of all things, supernatural chapter.

No!

Sol put down the last book, and even though he glanced at the contents of every book, the high-intensity information input still made him feel dizzy.

This is still the effect of two small increases in his mental strength. If it was before, he can only crawl out now.

Do you want to ask the librarian? Sol just had this idea, and suddenly another idea came to his mind.

Dreams, nightmares, butterflies.

He looked into the depths of the library, as if his vision had penetrated the white mist, and he saw the fourteenth row of bookshelves.

Even though the tower master had told Sol before that the person hiding under the bookshelf on the fourteenth floor was just his fear, Sol hadn't been there for a long time.

Even if you go, you won't be looking for knowledge about evil spirits.

So that person has been lying on the bottom of the fourteenth row of bookshelves, never showing his face.

Sol clenched his fists and walked silently into the depths of the library.

Soon, he came to the bookshelf that he could not forget for a long time.

As soon as he came here, Sol saw the arm that was half exposed outside the partition on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf.

Although we already know its essence, it is still very difficult to face the fear directly.

Having said that, Sol lifted his foot and walked to the front of the bookshelf without any hesitation.

What is it that makes me feel horrible just seeing a hand?

Thor took a deep breath, and the faint mist entered the nasal cavity and was exhaled by the mouth.

He squatted down and slowly tilted his head to the right until it was almost parallel to the ground.

Finally, he saw it.

He saw himself.

Not Thor, but himself!

Face up, dazed, with dark red corpse spots all over the skin.

It was the previous life in which the traverser died.

Happy New Year! I wish you all good health and wealth in the new year!

Thank you readers for your company last year, and I hope that everyone can go on together in the days to come and grow into a better self together!