Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 660: Conversation

Saul didn’t choose to enter the consciousness space from his mushroom bed.

Because what he was about to do in the consciousness space carried certain dangers, for convenience, he first lay down on the experiment table where Ed had just been lying.

The hard and cold experiment table made Saul’s spirit jolt, while the uncomfortable position also made his mind increasingly clear, knowing what he needed to do next.

He turned his head to glance at Byron, as well as several consciousness bodies who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion. “Well then, I’m about to begin.”

Agu frowned.

Ann crawled to Saul’s side. “Master, let me accompany you inside.”

Saul didn’t agree. “If it weren’t for the fact that Morden hasn’t constructed a consciousness body, I would want him to come out too. The stars won’t show mercy to you all. I’ll go take a look first, and if there’s no danger, then I’ll let you go in.”

Having said this, Saul didn’t give them a chance to request anything further and directly closed his eyes.

Byron, standing nearby, was confused by what he heard, but since Saul hadn’t explained, he didn’t ask either. He simply silently prepared all the potions and magic scrolls that could help keep someone alert.

Saul wanted to have a conversation with the stars in his consciousness space.

This was his first attempt at communication.

He wasn’t sure whether he could succeed, but fortunately, when he had this thought, the diary didn’t issue a death warning.

Opening his eyes again, Saul had successfully entered the consciousness platform.

The diary above his head lay open and flat, like a massive roof ridge, providing Saul with shelter from the sky.

And on the platform’s up, down, front, back, left, and right sides, in distant and pitch-black places, countless stars flickered.

It was as if he were placed in the universe.

“When I first came in, I thought you were products of my consciousness’s imagination. Later, I gradually discovered your uniqueness. You can make first-rank wizards die inexplicably, and you can easily pollute second-rank wizards without them noticing.”

Saul looked up, trying to communicate with the surrounding stars.

“Although I don’t know what kind of power you represent, since you’ve been helping me all along, I haven’t pursued the matter. Or rather, I subconsciously believed you were harmless to me. Just like believing one’s own hand wouldn’t strangle oneself.”

The surrounding stars continued to flicker, their frequency slightly accelerated, just like what Saul could vaguely sense—his body’s slightly quickened heartbeat.

“But now you seem unsatisfied with staying in my consciousness space. Do you want to leave, or do you just want to go out and stretch your muscles?”

The surrounding stars still flickered, and Saul found no pattern in their changes, completely unable to tell whether the stars were responding to him.

“This isn’t working.” He slowly paced forward until he reached the edge of the circular platform.

Through consciousness observation, the surrounding stars’ sizes hadn’t changed, obviously being very far from him.

“To advance to third-rank, I must push open the door within my body. But if I push open the door, does that mean external forces can directly interact with the forces inside my body?”

“Would the existence of these stars then have other effects on me and the outside world?”

Saul wasn’t certain. If he pushed open the door, would these already restless stars try to “slip” out through the crack?

Or would they not come out, but transmit their pollution to the people and things around Saul through the door?

That wasn’t something Saul wanted to see.

He looked down at his feet.

Now his shoe tip had already extended beyond the platform.

Below was also pitch black, occasionally showing flickering stars.

When Saul first encountered Black Tide pollution, the diary had displayed great power, forcing back the black waves that had nearly swallowed Saul.

But thinking about it now, perhaps it wasn’t only the diary that had exerted force at that time.

“After Wizard Kent jumped down, he was immediately polluted by the stars and died. But nothing happened on the circular platform. Does this mean jumping down would bring me closer to you?”

Saul’s left foot moved forward, suspended in air.

“Then shall I jump down too, so we can have a proper chat?”

Of course, Saul wasn’t planning to jump immediately, but intentionally paused.

Then, not very surprisingly, he saw a string of text appear on the diary above.

[Lunar Calendar Year 319, November 27th, You choose to be willful for once, approaching the truth.

But you don’t possess the ability to accept the truth.

However, the truth still loves you. Even if your consciousness has already been annihilated,

They will command your good friends to take care of your homeless soul and capricious body.]

“Tsk!”

Saul clicked his tongue, then immediately retracted his left foot and even stepped back three paces.

He looked at the surrounding stars and didn’t give up.

“Since I’ll die if I go over there, can you come over here so we can communicate properly?”

Suddenly thinking of something, Saul quickly added, “Oh right, when you come over, please control your power. Don’t be like when I went over there myself and got ‘annihilated’ again!”

The surrounding stars still showed no response.

“Still can’t communicate?” Saul frowned.

This was his consciousness space, where no other forces could enter, only mental power could influence this place.

So Saul had chosen what seemed like the somewhat foolish method of direct conversation.

This was actually him using his spirit and consciousness to try communicating with the stars.

But now it seemed that for unknown reasons, the stars weren’t responding to him.

Saul wasn’t anxious either. He simply sat down on the ground, propping one hand on his knee and supporting his chin with the other. “Are the stars unable to understand what I mean, or do they not want to pay attention to me? Or are they simply not hearing me?”

Although his first communication attempt had failed, Saul had no intention of giving up.

After advancing to second-rank, the time he could spend in his consciousness space was also longer than before. Now, feeling his mental fatigue level, he should still be able to stay for a while longer.

“It shouldn’t be that they can’t understand. After all, this is my consciousness space. The meaning of my words should be directly transmitted without language interference.”

“Could it be that they simply don’t want to acknowledge me?”

But thinking about the cheerfully flickering stars around him and the colorful pupils that appeared behind people like Jiajia Gu, looking left and right, he felt these stars didn’t seem like aloof existences either.

“Could it simply be that the distance is too far? The mental waves I’m emitting haven’t accurately reached those stars?”

“That would be very troublesome!”

Going directly to the other side would mean death, but trying to call them over, his voice wasn’t loud enough.

Thinking about this, Saul slowly straightened his waist, his gaze falling on his hand that was propped on his knee.

“How about… taking a gamble? I haven’t exactly been sparing with self-amputation lately anyway.”

Thinking it, doing it—Saul’s left hand immediately detached itself from his wrist.

There was no feeling of pain, but the emptiness of soul loss immediately surged to his heart.

“Am I using this too much?”

Saul only felt his mind becoming dizzy in waves, as if he might be kicked out of his consciousness space at any moment.

Although he could directly replenish his spiritual body and soul body by absorbing soul fragments, this splitting of large amounts of soul body still made Saul somewhat unable to bear it.

But a small amount wouldn’t work either.

After all, the stars were too far from him and had destructive power themselves.

If he split off too little, Saul feared his soul fragments wouldn’t have time to convey his meaning before being directly crushed by the stars’ pressure.

Looking at his left hand suspended above his right hand, Saul could still feel the faint connection between himself and the severed palm.

As long as he wanted, he could reattach the severed hand.

But Saul resisted the temptation to take back the severed hand and imprinted his mental power on it.

Then he unhesitatingly gave the severed hand a gentle toss.

The thrown palm suddenly transformed into a semi-transparent gray bird, flapping its wings as it flew toward the pitch-black distance.

Saul watched the distance with some anxiety, not knowing whether he would receive a response this time.

If there was still no effect, he could only leave the consciousness space first, wait for his body to recover, then enter the consciousness space again to try resolving the stars’ hidden danger.

Just as Saul was looking left and right, and his gaze turned to the stars overhead for the third time, he suddenly saw a shooting star.

It was diving straight toward him!

(End of Chapter)