Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 1031: I Don't Want It

This was Byron’s first time seeing Saul transformed into an aggregate of eyes, and he couldn’t help but worry.

The half-elf beside him carefully touched Byron’s hand with a tentacle. “Blocking the anchor point monsters is the greatest thing you can do to help Saul.”

Byron nodded expressionlessly, but his clenched fist made a crisp sound. However, he restrained his worry and understood that he could no longer help Saul on the front battlefield.

“I believe in Saul. He’ll be fine.”

On the other side, Gorsa emerged from the White Glass Palace and quickly assessed the state of the Abyssal Eye and Saul’s descent speed, couldn’t help but say worriedly, “Saul, there isn’t much time left.”

He touched the eye that had suddenly grown on top of his head, his desire to research it growing stronger, but at this moment he could only suppress all curiosity and focus on dealing with Douglas.

Saul also knew there wasn’t much time left.

Under Douglas’s stimulation, the Abyssal Eye had initially gone mad wanting to devour everything. But when Iskaper Continent hadn’t been pulled into the abyss for so long, the Abyssal Eye would gradually control the crazed anchor points and slowly return to calm.

Because it itself didn’t want to devour other continents—that would accelerate the collapse of the already extremely fragile Abyssal Eye.

If they couldn’t solve both the main body and avatar this time, then the powerful and cold-blooded Douglas main body would become the most terrifying enemy the wizard world would face in the future.

“It’s time.”

At this moment, all wizards watching Saul discovered that a semi-transparent white thread had suddenly appeared above the aggregate of eyes.

This white thread was completely different from the threads in the diary. The diary’s threads were like silk—fine and dense, pulled taut when tugging between Saul and Douglas.

But the new white thread above Saul was slightly curved and somewhat transparent.

And above it, an even more massive thread gradually appeared.

It was a mass of twisted, entangled threads that didn’t touch each other. It was so enormous, like a giant nebula cluster, covering the entire sea area and floating above everyone’s heads.

That was Saul’s true form—the fate lines, also called Death Demon by Floco.

Unfortunately, Saul now only had the Death Demon’s form but lacked the sixth-rank power that Death Demons possessed.

But even so, it was enough to elevate Saul’s abilities in certain aspects to fifth-rank level!

Most people in the wizard world didn’t recognize that entangled mass of threads, but they could clearly sense the power emanating from it.

Unlike Douglas’s previous powerful and terrifying mental pressure, the power displayed by that mass of threads was so firm and magnificent, like truth itself—shocking yet simple and clear.

So much so that the moment people saw it, they realized it was a level they had absolutely never touched. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novelfire(.)net

Floco directly shivered.

Douglas, as a veteran fifth-rank wizard, also recognized Saul’s form.

“Death. Demon.”

He spoke these two words almost syllable by syllable.

When Saul transformed into an aggregate of star eyes, Douglas had obviously become wary, but he hadn’t given up—he just found it troublesome. But when he recognized Saul’s current form, he immediately turned to flee.

The more one had wandered the worlds, the more one understood the terror of Death Demons. The vast majority of wizards who encountered Death Demons met their end in quick death.

Due to the high mortality rate and the speed of death, few people even knew what kind of intelligent life Death Demons actually were.

Douglas’s only relief was that the Death Demon he had provoked seemed to be a very fragile juvenile. At least it wasn’t like the legends where encountering one meant instant death.

But even if Saul was just a juvenile Death Demon, Douglas didn’t want to face him.

Unless absolutely cornered, who would want to face a sixth-rank being?

As for the Abyssal Eye, Douglas decisively abandoned it.

Acting decisively without caring about any sunk costs was also why Douglas could safely wander the starry sky for many years.

Douglas, single-mindedly wanting to escape, burst out with powerful magic and mental power. This time, he released it all targeting Saul. Under pure power, he didn’t need to transform the existence state of magic and mental power—just pressing down simply and directly was the most direct and fastest attack method.

Over a dozen star eyes on Saul’s body instantly exploded, white fluid flowing down but being absorbed by other eyes. During this process, he couldn’t resist and was pulled up over ten meters by Douglas, gradually moving away from the abyss.

The current Douglas didn’t need to run far. He just needed to use spatial abilities to directly leave this world to completely escape the crisis.

The only problem now was that the restraints connecting the diary and Saul to his body prevented him from immediately leaving the wizard world.

“Can’t let him escape!” Kismet was the first to see Douglas’s intention, and he didn’t care about the killing intent Douglas subsequently directed at him.

Kismet’s warning reminded everyone. Gritting their teeth, they tried to squeeze out the last trace of magic from their bodies, once again releasing space-restraining magic to prevent Douglas from leaving through spatial magic.

Saul’s main body, the fate lines, also immediately descended, covering Douglas and the circular shadow behind him like a light veil.

The fate lines were like a giant net, directly trapping Douglas inside.

At the same time, Saul on the sea continued exerting force, trying to completely pull Douglas into the Abyssal Eye before he could escape.

At worst, he’d abandon this avatar in the end!

But how easy was it to capture a fifth-rank wizard who had mastered spatial abilities?

Douglas’s figure and the circular shadow began high-frequency flickering, like constantly disconnecting and reconnecting. Saul’s fate lines couldn’t directly contact Douglas and could only continuously try to lock onto his position.

Frim and Floco’s spatial restraint methods were completely dissolved under this high-frequency spatial flickering.

Now the only forces that could still hold Douglas were the golden light shot from the White Glass Palace and the connection between the Dead Wizard’s Diary and Douglas.

Douglas’s figure flickered even faster. If this continued, they would eventually completely lose track of Douglas.

Floco beside them watched anxiously. “Saul still can’t completely utilize the Death Demon’s power. The Death Demon’s power is observation, not restraint and binding, but Saul doesn’t know how to use observation!”

How could Saul in the center of the battlefield not know?

But he was currently only fourth-rank and could only mobilize power he could understand with his current knowledge base. He couldn’t utilize the Death Demon’s essential power at all.

At this moment, he understood even more deeply why knowledge was power for wizards.

Seeing Douglas’s overlap with the wizard world becoming lower and lower, about to completely leave, Saul couldn’t help but become anxious.

Just then, Kismet suddenly approached and grabbed the tentacle with which Saul was holding the diary.

“I’ll catch him, you handle sending him into the abyss.”

Several colorful eyes turned toward Kismet, seemingly expressing confusion.

Kismet smiled lightly, appearing overly relaxed at this critical moment.

“Do you know why the Dead Wizard’s Diary contains the word ‘diary’?”

“Diaries are meant to be written in. I have no way to completely unlock the diary’s power.”

“But I can give you a pen.”

Row after row of colorful eyes continuously turned toward Kismet.

“What are you going to do? Don’t act rashly.”

Saul’s consciousness entered Kismet’s mind.

Kismet just smiled without answering. He turned to look at Douglas.

Douglas, desperately trying to escape, sensed something and looked back to meet Kismet’s gaze.

He suddenly realized something and hurriedly said, “There’s no need! Kismet! You’re currently just bound to the diary, which doesn’t prevent you from doing anything you want!”

Kismet acted as if he hadn’t heard, suddenly releasing his grip on the golden threads.

But since the golden threads were still connected to his chest, the connection with Douglas wasn’t broken.

Kismet spread his arms, floating in the air in the most relaxed posture, looking up at the sky obscured by dark clouds.

Just like when he used to lie on top of the Purity Wizard Tower every day, gazing at the starry sky.

“I’ve been a marionette for too long.”

“If it’s not complete freedom… I don’t want it.”

(End of Chapter)