Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 1037: Rebirth (Grand Finale)

Shaya’s Inverted Tree had been rooted in Iskaper Continent for 99 years.

In the second year after Saul was sent to the starry sky, he had “voluntarily” stationed himself at Iskaper’s northern coast under Gorsa’s suggestion.

It was also the cape closest to where the Abyssal Eye had appeared.

Perhaps living in such a dangerous area had stimulated Shaya’s potential—he had actually become a fourth-rank wizard before Byron.

During this time, some advanced while others faded away.

Although there were still no fifth-rank wizards, Gorsa was said to be about to take the final step.

Floco had been caring for his mermaid race, and the mermaid population had now escaped the endangered species range.

Maria of the Sighing Wall became the new fourth-rank leader of Far North City.

After her brother Alexandra’s death, Mido had grown up overnight, and her voice was no longer that of a loli. Fortunately, Royer had always been there to care for her, helping her through the most painful period of her life.

The Tribunal also had new fourth-rank wizards. Frim completely retired, vowing to become fifth-rank before Gorsa.

Kira of Kema Duchy ultimately couldn’t break through to third-rank wizard. National affairs had consumed too much of her energy. After her death, the greatly expanded Kema Duchy fell into civil strife again.

Several of Saul’s consciousness bodies couldn’t escape time’s butcher knife either.

Agu gave up resurrection and returned to the small house where he and his daughter had once lived, disappearing completely in some unknown year.

Beth was resurrected, but she still couldn’t advance to fourth-rank. Perhaps too impatient, she died midway through advancement.

The Wind Sprite and Nerela became inseparable friends, returning to the Borderland to lord over others.

Herman remained at the Purity Wizard Tower. Though he hadn’t been resurrected, he also hadn’t dissipated. It seemed that those without desires could always live longer.

Life always continued in cycles, but generally speaking, the wizard world had more and more fourth-ranks—a symbol of prosperity.

…

Shaya took out the elf candle he hadn’t used in a long time, staring at the weak flame on top, torn with indecision.

“Why did you take it out again?” Byron returned from his patrol, shaking dust from his body and dropping black powder all over the floor.

Although Shaya was already fourth-rank, he didn’t have the composure of a fourth-rank wizard at all. Perhaps he had used the elf candle too many times before, causing his temperament to be irreversibly affected.

“I’m already fourth-rank now. Making a wish for Saul to return should… shouldn’t result in death from backlash, right?”

The elf candle could bring wishers what they desperately needed, but the price was distorting the wisher’s temperament.

The more powerful the wish, the more severe the distortion.

Since becoming Saul’s target, Shaya no longer had anything that required him to make wishes to the elf candle.

“My suggestion is don’t,” the half-elf said.

Byron stepped forward and directly pressed out the flame with his finger. “The Death Demon already said that Saul needs to wander the starry sky to digest the knowledge he gained. Don’t interfere.”

Shaya looked dejected, like a victim. “But Lord Gorsa is too much. He actually wants me to absorb all the pollution within a hundred miles. Isn’t he trying to kill me?”

Byron paused. “This… he’s also doing it for your own good. Otherwise, you never think about progress.”

“No way!” Shaya slammed the table and stood up. “He just wants to study what I’ll look like after absorbing excessive pollution!”

The half-elf turned a tentacle. “You can slam the table in front of him.”

He was already executing Gorsa’s orders yet complaining here, and wanted to pull Saul back.

If the forcibly returned Saul had problems, see if others wouldn’t strip your bark clean!

“Huh?” Shaya’s previously shrunk neck suddenly straightened. He was first stunned, then showed wild joy. “Ha! Hahahaha! I sensed it, I sensed Saul’s fate lines! He must be coming back soon! Hahaha! I’m finally going to be free, hahahaha!”

Byron was also startled, then his shoulders, which had been tense for decades, suddenly relaxed.

That devastatingly handsome face suddenly returned to the middle-aged uncle’s appearance from before.

He revealed a shallow smile. “That’s good.”

…

“Please follow me.” A completely silver figure walked ahead, pulling open curtains that emanated metallic soft light and making a respectful invitation gesture.

Saul’s eyes were covered with black silk. Still maintaining human form, he nodded slightly to the silver light guide and calmly walked into the private room.

Rather than a private room, it was actually a square floating pod with rounded corners.

This floating pod combined translation, movement, protection, concealment, communication, and other functions.

There were millions of such floating pods in the Starlight Bazaar.

Though the name was vulgar, great vulgarity was great elegance. Anyone hearing this name would immediately understand what kind of place this was.

Passing wizards or other high-magic races could come here to purchase or exchange anything they needed. Even some low-level civilized worlds could trade here.

Of course, higher-level services were also provided, but only clients with certain capabilities could access them.

Saul was such a client with certain capabilities.

After he entered the floating pod, the interior automatically arranged itself according to Saul’s preferred living setup.

Saul walked to the soft sofa and sat down. The wall in front automatically became a high-definition screen.

The screen flashed, and someone also sitting in a chair appeared inside.

The person on screen had an extremely voluptuous figure. Just sitting there, slightly twisting her waist, could make anyone with desires run wild with imagination. Content orıginally comes from NoveI~Fire.net

But for Saul, facing someone with a heart-shaped head like a butt, he couldn’t feel any desire.

The silver light person outside, seeing that Saul had no other requests, quietly lowered the curtain. The entrance and exit instantly vanished, as if this floating pod had left its original space and arrived at an unknown corner.

Only then did the heart-shaped head on the other side speak, her voice automatically becoming a language Saul could understand.

Information wouldn’t be transmitted through mental fluctuations here, because mental fluctuations would leak identity information.

“Are you satisfied with my appearance, Lord Saul?”

“Adelyne, if you cut off that head, I’d be more comfortable.”

Adelyne on screen immediately removed her heart-shaped head and threw it behind her chair.

“Still can’t figure out your preferences.”

“You don’t need to test my preferences. Did you find the information I wanted?”

Adelyne said sheepishly in a low voice: “You are Lord Death Demon. I don’t want to accidentally anger you.”

“I have a good temper.” Saul tapped his finger.

“Really? Then the people you stared to death before must have been truly heinous.” After mentally complaining, she dared not say more and immediately got to the point.

“Based on your description and provided coordinates, I’ve found the arc starting point where multiple anomalous spatial fissures connect.”

“Oh?” Saul immediately sat up straight. “What place is it?”

Adelyne waved her hand, and the screen in front of Saul split in half. One half still showed Adelyne’s image, while the other half showed a silent nebula.

Seeing the nebula’s appearance, Saul slowly leaned back against the sofa.

It was a lifeless starry sky.

Though he had anticipated this, seeing the truth still made Saul feel somewhat disappointed.

The world from his previous life, already blurred in memory, had truly disappeared.

A galaxy’s lifespan was eternal to ordinary people, but to the entire starry sky, it was merely a fleeting moment.

Especially small worlds that couldn’t evolve high-level power systems—their destruction sometimes was just a matter of a large meteor impact.

This made the reason for Saul’s transmigration truly become a mystery. Perhaps only when he advanced to sixth-rank would he have a chance to uncover this mystery.

Saul sat expressionlessly while Adelyne across from him shrank her neck, somewhat restless, not daring to make any sound.

At this moment, a slender black tentacle emerged from the back of Saul’s neck, circled to his front, and opened its mouth.

“Ying ying ying ying…”

A silver butterfly landed on it.

“Brother Saul, are you alright?”

Saul smiled. Though his eyes were covered, it didn’t prevent him from accurately reaching out to stroke Little Algae and Penny.

“I’m fine. Having traveled so many places and witnessed countless stars rise and fall, I can accept any outcome. Just feeling a bit sentimental.”

When the Death Demon had packaged Saul away, only Little Algae and the nightmare butterfly hidden in his body had left with him.

With Ying-ying-ying and the little chatterbox’s company, Saul’s starry sky journey hadn’t been so lonely.

After indicating he was fine, Saul looked at the screen again and suddenly sat up straight.

“What’s that?”

His gaze fell on the vast, silent nebula.

The screen’s image began accelerating, showing an irregularly shaped sphere gradually taking form, constantly changing course under impacts from other massive stones, flying toward an equally nascent star.

“Ah, a gradually forming new world, I suppose.” Adelyne had seen such scenes before. “But whether it can ultimately take shape still requires further observation.”

“Adelyne.”

“Yes!”

“Step out of the screen range first.”

Adelyne jumped up from the sofa with a “whoosh,” rushing out of the frame without a second’s hesitation.

Saul raised his hand to press on the silk covering his eyes, and the silk instantly became transparent.

He looked for a few moments, then lowered his hand.

“A newborn world.”

Lowering his hand, the silk returned to black, but Saul’s face showed a gratified smile.

Until the transaction ended, Adelyne never reappeared on screen.

Saul paid the fee and rose from the sofa.

When he reached the wall, the entrance reappeared, and the silver light person outside actively lifted the curtain.

Saul walked outside, like returning from the lonely starry sky to the bustling human world, with the breath of life hitting him.

The Starlight Bazaar remained lively and prosperous.

“Do you need anything else?”

“Not for now.” Apart from news of his homeland, Saul really had nothing else to exchange.

He had already absorbed Douglas’s knowledge and, combined with his own situation, would soon advance directly to fifth-rank wizard.

Though fifth-rank wizards were the minimum requirement for star travel, in various different worlds, fifth-rank was still a top-tier existence.

Moreover, Saul’s true form was fate lines, so advancing to sixth-rank was just a matter of time.

After nearly a century of travel, witnessing the birth and destruction of countless worlds, Saul felt his understanding of world essence had become clearer.

Perhaps in less than a thousand years, he too could become sixth-rank through his own path, rather than giving up his self and advancing through Death Demon fusion.

Saul adjusted the silk, preparing to leave. Just as he was about to depart this world, a working person across the way caught Saul’s attention.

It was a human-form life entity, but he looked very tired and aged. Without observation, Saul could see the other’s life was nearing its end.

He laboriously held up a palm-sized ore, moving forward step by step.

Many people passed by him without sparing a glance.

Heavy phosphorus ore—a mixture of gold and lightning elements. Not very valuable in the Starlight Bazaar. Customers who could come here wouldn’t bother with it.

So the human carrying heavy phosphorus ore should be a worker here, and the lowest status kind at that.

“Is that Alick?” Penny said gleefully. “He was so determined to escape the wizard world, but he didn’t do well outside either. Does he only have second-rank strength now?”

“Mm.” Saul nodded slightly, then turned to leave without any intention of acknowledging him. “But he achieved his goal.”

“Ying ying?”

“He survived… didn’t he?”

Penny said coquettishly: “Brother Saul, you’re so bad!”

Saul stepped forward and his figure vanished.

He wandered between various worlds, momentarily unsure where to go.

Just as he felt confused about his destination, a spark of inspiration flashed, and a familiar feeling arose. He suddenly stopped moving.

“Fate lines…” Saul smiled. “Time to go home.”

…

“Hey! Gorsa!” Floco rushed into Gorsa’s laboratory, directly breaking down his door.

Gorsa put down the instrument in his hand and turned to look at the door panel on the ground, remaining silent.

Floco sheepishly pressed the door panel back up. “You can’t teleport in here. I was a bit excited just now and crashed into it.”

“Before comprehending spatial knowledge, it’s best to stay in a place with the most stable spatial conditions. You told me that.” Gorsa turned back to continue his experiment. “Say what you need to quickly. I still need to get some experimental samples from Shaya.”

Floco became excited again. “You don’t know staying in here—Saul’s back! I clearly sensed his fate power outside. So vast, so profound—he must be a fifth-rank wizard now. Let’s go welcome him!”

Gorsa’s hand holding the test tube trembled slightly, and the falling liquid suddenly vanished. “Not going.”

“Huh?” Floco hadn’t expected Gorsa wouldn’t go. He stroked his chin, maliciously speculating: “You’re not embarrassed to see him after being surpassed by your student, are you?”

Gorsa slowly turned to look at Floco, who had recovered fifth-rank strength and dared to show off in front of him again.

“Saul might have already touched the sixth-rank threshold. After all, having digested Douglas’s knowledge and witnessed the Abyssal Eye’s demise, I wouldn’t be surprised whatever level he’s reached.”

Floco’s smile immediately became bitter.

Never mind Gorsa being surpassed—he was surpassed too!

“Then, then I won’t go either. I just had some inspiration for a research topic…” Floco left Gorsa’s laboratory with his hands behind his back.

“Clang!”

The door he had just pressed up fell down again.

Gorsa looked down at the instruments and test tubes in his hands, slowly closing his eyes. “Tsk, headache.”

The Symphony of Fate targets naturally sensed Saul’s return first.

But others didn’t have this ability.

Lunar Calendar Year 436, April 4th.

Keli carried a tray up to the top floor of the Purity Wizard Tower. This had originally been Saul’s laboratory, but after Saul left the wizard world, Keli had requisitioned it.

Keli was now a fourth-rank wizard. She just didn’t participate much in wizard power struggles—even the succession of Rhine City lords was decided through their own competition.

Keli and the Purity Wizard Tower seemed to have become a pure land in the world, focusing only on learning and research. Wizard apprentices on Stat Continent all took pride in entering the wizard tower to study.

Of course, this didn’t mean the Purity Wizard Tower was a safe paradise. As long as one walked the wizard’s path, they had to face danger and mutation—this was the necessary price for pursuing the unknown.

But wizards here could at least focus on pursuing knowledge without dealing with other matters.

All along the way, people respectfully greeted Keli, which made her feel somewhat irritated. Usually she would just teleport up, but today she was carrying something.

She didn’t want to teleport.

She finally reached the top floor, closed the door, and instantly felt the world become quiet.

Keli placed the tray on the experiment table and lifted the dust cover on top.

Inside the tray was a butter cake.

Exaggeratedly, it was stuck full of thin, long candles.

Keli lit the candles one by one.

“I’ll make the wish for you.”

She gently blew, and all the candle flames extinguished together.

Then Keli pulled out the candles one by one.

The originally plain-looking butter cake was now covered with holes like a beehive.

“Already 123 years old. Next time I won’t put in candles.” Keli produced a small knife, preparing to cut the cake, but couldn’t bring herself to do it for a long time.

“It looks so unappetizing. Forget it, let’s consider this birthday done.” Keli gestured a few times but finally put the knife down.

“This is too perfunctory, isn’t it?”

A long-missed familiar voice sounded from across the room.

Keli suddenly looked up to see a man with black silk covering his eyes leaning against the opposite side, elbows on the experiment table, frowning with disgust as he looked down at the hole-riddled butter cake.

She pressed her lips together, picked up the small knife again, cut off a corner and placed it on a small plate, pushing it across.

“Here, happy birthday.”

(End of Book)

***

Closing Thoughts from MTL:

Saul’s story ends here.

Some readers might wonder why it concludes before reaching the highest power tiers.

But truthfully, the narrative has fulfilled its original outline and main plot structure—this was always the intended finale.

As for higher levels of power, they verge on the abstract: advancing to Tier 6 requires annihilating rules (world-destruction), while Tier 7 demands creating them (world-creation).

These realms exceed my ability to portray compellingly. Writing Saul at Tier 5 would strip the story of challenge, leaving no room for growth or anticipation.

So I briefly hinted at his Tier 5 capabilities before sending him home for his birthday. The curtain falls here.

For unresolved plot threads, I apologize—some were forgotten over time, others lacked satisfying narrative opportunities. Certain mysteries must remain.

The Diary’s origins tie into Tier 6 concepts; elaborating would resurrect the earlier issue. The text offers this clue: if the Death Omen’s fate-line represents observation from birth to destruction, the Diary simulates probability—predicting developmental trajectories. That’s how Saul wrests survival from pages screaming “DIE.”

[Diary] is my longest web novel. I’ve learned much, recognized shortcomings, and will keep honing my craft.

As a part-time writer, busy spells sometimes compromised editing, leading to dips in prose quality and pacing. My apologies again. Immense gratitude to all who journeyed with [Diary] to the end!

Now, the next project.

Another wizard tale—but with a completely new worldbuilding framework. Targeting early May for launch. Hope you’ll enjoy!