Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 850: Safe Zone

After sending two insignificant letters, Saul rushed back to his temporary palace residence without stopping, dismissed the servants behind him, and immediately replicated the information channel magical formation in his mind onto a thin metal plate.

Although copying on parchment was faster, parchment easily deformed. For unfamiliar, complex magical formations, it was better to inscribe them on metal or stone plates that didn’t deform easily.

Using three days, Saul thoroughly understood the entire formation, then began designing on his own.

After another three days, he successfully designed three information channels encrypted in different ways.

Now he had completely mastered this not-too-complex magical formation and could consider using the Prismatic World’s special properties to construct an information channel no one could spy on!

“However, establishing information channels across world barriers might encounter difficulties I can’t imagine…” Saul gritted his teeth. “No matter, I have to try. Otherwise, even if I participate in this masquerade ball, I probably won’t be able to influence the outcome.”

Saul rearranged the channel connecting to the Prismatic World in his laboratory, having Pearl’s remnant soul come out to continue serving as his guide.

Pearl cooperatively stood in the core formation belonging to her, quietly watching Saul.

Ever since learning that Pearl in the Prismatic World couldn’t return for a very long time, this sharp-tongued and venomous Pearl had become silent.

Having successful experience and mastering the techniques, Saul no longer needed fourth-rank power to break through world barrier limitations.

Seeing the formation had begun operating and Pearl was ready, he started the ritual to connect to the Prismatic World.

Just then, Pearl suddenly called out to Saul, “Saul!”

Saul paused his internal magic power circulation and turned to look at Pearl.

Pearl’s head pursed her lips and said solemnly, “Help me ask that Pearl—if she’s really not coming back, then from now on, I’m the true Wind Sprite, and she, she’s just Pearl!”

Pearl’s remnant soul, or rather the Wind Sprite, was now making a formal separation from her other half soul.

They would no longer be the same individual. The river of fate would flow in different directions.

This was the decision the Wind Sprite had made after long consideration.

If she couldn’t completely separate from Pearl in the Prismatic World, she would forever remain just a remnant soul, but she clearly already had her own independent consciousness.

She wasn’t part of Pearl, much less Pearl’s substitute.

She wanted to be an independent individual!

“I understand.” Saul nodded. “Then I’ll begin.”

This time the Wind Sprite nodded, her expression becoming relaxed.

Magic power surged, mental power like an electric current following the already-constructed channel, crossing the world barrier that blocked everything, penetrating endless space, arriving at the Prismatic World somewhere unknown.

Constantly changing colors filled Saul’s vision. Coming here again, Saul had new understanding of this place.

Those colors seemed to be more than just colors. The energy they contained seemed higher-level than mental power and magic power.

But Saul currently couldn’t touch or analyze them. Perhaps when he reached fourth-rank, he could try researching them.

“Saul.” Pearl’s voice rang directly in Saul’s consciousness. It seemed she had recovered well here, already reconcentrating her consciousness.

If Pearl wouldn’t be polluted by knowledge afterward, her future would definitely be much better than staying in the Borderland.

Of course, the risks here were also much greater.

Though happy about Pearl’s awakening, Saul had very important matters to handle and didn’t have much time for reminiscing.

“Pearl, I want to conduct an experiment here.”

Saul, also transformed into a mass of twisted threads, directly stated his purpose.

“Do you need me to cooperate with anything?”

“I want to establish an information channel here, encrypting information through the Prismatic World. Help me watch for signs of information interruption and loss.”

“Alright.”

“By the way.” Saul remembered the Wind Sprite’s commission and relayed her previous words to Pearl.

However, after hearing Saul’s words, Pearl only said flatly, “Fine.”

Finally meeting Pearl again, she seemed to lack some emotions and desires.

Even when talking with Saul earlier, she had a businesslike tone.

No longer showing previous intimacy.

After pleasantries, they began serious business.

Saul’s mass of threads slowly extended and contracted, squeezing out two vague thread ends from within like pulling silk from a cocoon.

These two threads connected to each other, constructing the basic form of a transmission formation in the middle.

Then Saul covered them with mental power, replacing magic power as the energy source for the entire formation.

Because many actions in the Prismatic World could be completed with just a thought, Saul quickly built the entire encrypted transmission formation.

Next, he needed to stabilize the entire formation and try communicating with Shaya and Floco, corresponding to his two fate lines.

However, as soon as he tried transmitting information, the formation made of threads suddenly dispersed.

As if everything was a moon’s reflection in water—with the slightest touch, it shattered completely.

“Uh… such a clean failure.” Saul began reviewing why it went wrong from the start.

“The constructed magical formation not being solid enough is the most important reason. Because the formation material is my fate lines, essentially it’s still… Am I too weak?”

Though he had only conducted one experiment, Saul understood the problem.

But this problem was something he couldn’t immediately solve now.

To construct encrypted information channels in the Prismatic World required at least fourth-rank power, but he was building information encryption channels now to lay the foundation for advancing to fourth-rank.

Good heavens!

A dead loop!

Pearl remained silent. If it were the previous her, she should have asked what trouble Saul encountered.

Just as Saul was deep in thought about how to untangle this “deadlock,” another voice appeared in his mind.

[You want to construct an information channel?]

It was a Death Demon from the Prismatic World!

Saul didn’t know how many Death Demons existed in this world, but the one speaking to him each time should be the same one.

“Yes. But my current power is too weak to construct channels at such a distance.” Saul said with a bitter smile.

At the same time, he held his breath, anticipating inwardly.

Not disappointing Saul, or rather the Death Demon seemed to have already made a decision before speaking.

[This world is too turbulent. Your power cannot guarantee signal transmission.]

“Yes, I discovered this point too. But I temporarily don’t have any good solutions myself.”

[Very simple.]

The Death Demon said lightly.

[I’ll give you a stable space.]

As soon as the other’s voice rang in Saul’s consciousness, a huge circular platform suddenly appeared in the Prismatic World.

This circular platform looked gray and dull, not matching the Prismatic World’s color scheme.

But its appearance was very familiar—the original lay quietly in Saul’s consciousness space.

The Death Demon had actually given Saul a “safe zone” in the Prismatic World without a word!

(End of Chapter)