Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 781: Improving the Symphony of Fate

“You want to use your own method to advance, but the more you advance, the closer you actually get to your original self.” The consciousness of the Prismatic World still didn’t understand why Saul was unwilling to return.

If he wanted to become stronger, returning to the Prismatic World and completely becoming a fate line state seemed to be the fastest shortcut.

Saul thought for a moment and replied, “Perhaps children will eventually become adults, but if we lose the process of growth, then I wouldn’t be me anymore.”

“You needn’t be attached to ‘you.'” The consciousness of the Prismatic World didn’t agree with Saul’s viewpoint, but fortunately it wouldn’t interfere with Saul’s decision.

Seeing the other party’s attitude remained peaceful and even friendly, Saul also gathered courage to inquire.

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Of course.”

“Fate… how should I address you?”

“We don’t need specific titles, but if you’re accustomed to having one… you can call me Death Demon. This is our most widely preserved name among the stars.”

Saul’s emotional fluctuation made his thread cluster body pulse and contract once again.

So when Water God Floco saw his fate line form and was so terrified, it was indeed related to these twisted threads.

“Does Death Demon mean announcing others’ deaths?”

“This is what the outside world calls us—it can’t completely represent us, but can be used to refer to us. You needn’t dwell on this.”

The Death Demon’s rank was too high; their self-awareness had already exceeded Saul’s comprehensible range.

If he wanted to know the outside world’s view of Death Demons, he’d still need to understand through Floco.

As for what Floco said about knowing more making it easier to attract their attention—there was no need to worry about that anymore.

After all, Saul had already spoken with a Death Demon.

With limited time to stay here, Saul didn’t dwell on the Death Demon’s identity and abilities, immediately beginning to inquire about matters related to himself.

“I plan to use fate lines as the foundation for immortality to advance to fourth-rank wizard, using the fates of others connected to me as supplementary energy. But I’m encountering a problem now. For the supplementers, should I choose a currently powerful being for connection, or should I choose a potentially promising target for connection?”

Saul expressed his concerns: “If I choose a currently powerful being, they might discover my methods, break the connection, or reversely control me. The risk is great.”

“But if I choose beings with great potential but currently weak, they might be destroyed before they can provide me much energy.”

If Saul successfully advanced to fourth-rank and the five targets connected by his Symphony of Fate were simultaneously destroyed, it would affect his condition.

Equivalent to having his vital point discovered, creating a possibility of being killed.

The Death Demon quickly replied, “If you want to use fate lines as foundation to advance to fourth-rank, you must understand the principle of how fate lines provide energy.”

Saul’s grasp of this point was still very vague.

Because his advancement plan was modified from the death weaving of the diary’s former owner, some parts were still just his theoretical concepts on paper.

Before the Symphony of Fate was completely formed, he could only establish connections with others but couldn’t receive energy from their fate lines. Naturally, his understanding of fate lines’ energy transmission principles was insufficient.

Fortunately, the Death Demon was a very patient instructor.

“The power of fate doesn’t lie in whether it’s currently strong or weak, but in its changes.”

“Changes?” Saul pondered thoughtfully.

“Regarding your concerns, first you must know that nothing is eternally indestructible. If you can accept this point, then consider how to minimize the impact of single providers of fate power on you.”

The Death Demon didn’t give a clear answer, but Saul, who maintained high-frequency thinking, had already thought of something.

“Reducing single providers’ impact on me can actually turn functional targets into groups. But I can currently only establish connections with single targets…”

Seeing Saul thinking, the Death Demon remained silent.

Only when the contemplating Saul’s state began becoming unstable did he speak up to remind him.

“You should go back.”

Saul also noticed his mental power was somewhat dispersing, obviously from excessive consumption.

“Yes, I should go back. Thank you for your answers. May I leave a coordinate here?”

“If you understand and are willing to bear the consequences.”

Saul naturally knew how dangerous leaving coordinates here was.

But that was for others.

For him, the risk was actually more controllable than the Stargate Council crossing stargates.

This time Saul didn’t hesitate, leaving a small section of his own fate line here as coordinates for future visits.

This way, as long as he prepared sufficient energy, even without a fourth-rank wizard escort, he could come to the Prismatic World again.

Before leaving, Saul wanted to confirm one last thing.

“Lord Death Demon, when I came here, did any consciousness other than Pei’er also follow? If so, could you help me eliminate it?”

Saul wasn’t asking about Pei’er.

Pei’er’s consciousness hadn’t followed—only her fate line was entangled by Saul and brought over. Moreover, Saul carefully protected Pei’er’s fate line inside his thread cluster.

He feared the spiritual entity in his arms being polluted by this world.

Although Pei’er’s main body survived in this world, it didn’t mean remnant soul Pei’er could also survive.

Saul naturally had to protect her carefully.

He was actually asking about Ophelia’s mental power that had accompanied him.

The other party claimed not to want direct contact with the Prismatic World, but she definitely wouldn’t give up the opportunity to explore this new world.

This mental power wasn’t under Saul’s control. If the other party had also followed here, then Saul didn’t intend to let Ophelia’s mental power successfully return to convey information.

The twisted threads overhead suddenly extended a loop, circling around Saul who was also in thread cluster state.

“If you’re referring to another consciousness slightly stronger than you and very close to you… it was already eaten when you entered.”

Eaten?

And eaten the moment they entered?

But the Death Demon hadn’t mentioned this at all before.

Perhaps for him, Ophelia’s spiritual entity was like dust stuck to clothes—casually brushed off when entering the room.

Not even worth specifically mentioning to Saul.

“I understand, thank you very much—”

Just as Saul finished transmitting the last character, he suddenly felt his brain “buzz” again.

He opened his eyes and found himself back in Sky City, back beside the scorching fuel furnace.

“Mental power reached its limit so the connection was directly severed?”

Saul looked up at the overhead shrouded in white mist.

“Lord Ophelia, are you still there?”

“Hmph! Not dead!” Ophelia’s voice wasn’t very pleasant. “Did you find the Prismatic World?”

“Thanks to you.”

“What kind of power form is there?”

Saul smiled bitterly. “Power beyond my understanding.”

Ophelia didn’t doubt this. Her voice became somewhat ethereal.

“Power of too high a rank—even receiving information becomes a difficult problem. Sure enough, wanting to borrow power from beyond the stargate, knowledge barriers are the most difficult mountains to overcome.”

(End of Chapter)