Chapter 237 Hierarchy of diaries

Chapter 237 – The Layers of the Diary

After Saul agreed to attend the party, Rokai painfully moved out of the way.

Although the aisle of the East Tower corridor was actually quite wide, the concession represented his attitude.

The Mutual Aid Society, on purpose, was trying to curry favor with Saul.

“Needless to say, it’s the influence of that rumor again. But that Rokai fellow …… may not really be because of scruples about the Tower Lord.” Saul had no thoughts of complacency and hurried back to the second storehouse.

Right now, the youth administrator was still staying in his stomach, and if he went back too late, who knew what would happen.

Safely passing through the bronze gate, Sol traveled through the deserted corridors.

As he passed the room full of crates outside the storehouse, he stopped abruptly.

For some reason, it was as if someone was spying on him.

Saul looked around and didn’t notice anything unusual, and when he looked with his semi-immersed meditation mind, the sense of peering disappeared again.

He frowned slightly and finally dove headfirst into the storehouse.

Not long after Saul entered, a black shadow dripped from the ceiling.

“His mental power is getting stronger and stronger, it looks like we can’t use this method of staring at people anymore.” Yuura touched her lips, then her entire body turned into black slime again and burrowed into the stone floor under her feet.

And Saul, who had entered the storage room, swept his eyesight intentionally at the moment he closed the door and glanced at the roof of the room.

He then walked through the corpses and rows of tall shelves, and in a white candlelight, he unhurriedly arrived at the experiment table.

The summoning pen remained quiet today, and no mentor had assigned him a job.

I wondered if it had been as quiet when Kukin worked here.

Saul pulled out his chair and sat down, taking out the new 1st Order Sorcery he was recently working on and began to analyze the composite runes that needed to be used in it.

It just didn’t take him long before he started gazing into the void in a daze.

However, in a place beyond the reach of anyone else’s sight, Saul’s diary had flown out.

The tip of Saul’s right index finger then began to turn white and transparent, and gradually lengthened, approaching the diary.

This was the inspiration given to Saul by Algae, who transformed part of his spiritual body into a tentacle form, which greatly improved his flexibility and “hunting” efficiency.

Only in this form, Saul could not touch the diary.

Unable to touch the locator, unable to understand the principle of the other side of the form, also makes Saul has not been able to transform the diary into their own locator.

However, over the past few days, Saul had gained a lot of inspiration after reading his new book, How to Choose the Right Locator for You.

To turn the diary into his own locator, he first needed to have a deeper and more stable connection with it.

The other thing is to revisit your own locator.

He had ideas for both of these, except that there were almost things missing at the moment, or he could start working on them.

Back to the present, after Saul probed a wisp of spirit at his fingertips, the spirit gradually approached the diary and took the initiative to send energy to it.

“Here’s a nice copy of the spirit body’s consciousness, can the diary old brother keep it for me for a while?”

Just as Saul thought of this, the diary seemed to be touched in some way, and clattered and flipped to the black pages at the very back.

Afterwards, Saul felt a power connect to his spiritual body and received a signal.

The signal was an indefinable conceptual realization, but Saul understood the significance of the signal immediately as if he was untutored.

“Request to open consciousness transmission.”

“Ooh!” Saul was stunned, “Suddenly it has a sci-fi feeling.”

But between the fact that this consciousness signal was translated based on Saul’s cognition, that could just be that the wording Saul remembered to fit the sentence was more sci-fi, and its essence should still be sorcery.

“It would be interesting to communicate that way.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Opening transmission, qualifying …… Oh, I don’t know his name yet, that’s qualifying the youth administrator’s consciousness.”

The force that had connected Saul’s spiritual body then began to produce a weak suction.

Saul was still wondering if the power would be weaker when he saw new black pages suddenly added to the diary. [This, what is this place?

A line of trembling and messy white writing appeared on the new page.

Saul responded in his head, “This is where I’m temporarily storing you. It may be necessary for you to stay here for a while……. Afraid of the dark?”

[Not afraid.

As per the rules the white font answered Saul’s question first before asking again.

[But it’s strange here, I can’t feel time passing. And every time I answer the right question to you, I can feel my soul energy passing by.]

Sol’s eyes flashed.

The youth was the first Spirit Consciousness to notice this problem. Was it because he had been a spiteful evil for a long time, or was there something special about him himself?
“Yes, not just answering questions, every time you think, your power will be consumed until your consciousness completely dissipates.”

[……]

Six points couldn’t express the complex feelings of the youth at this time.

The reason why the other party was able to write six dots was probably because the diary had deliberately translated it in order for Saul to be able to read it.

[You lied to me, you didn’t even try to set me free! I still lost the bet.]

The black pages of the book were actually vaguely unstable, as if the young administrator’s consciousness would disappear at any moment.

Saul hurriedly explained, “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I will follow up with you to replenish your energy and won’t let you dissipate.”

Although replenishing energy to the black book page was only a blank check for the time being, Saul was confident that he could do it in the near future.

Feeling the black book page re-stabilize, Saul couldn’t help but shake his head, what a good cheat.

“But you should also be a little more careful, how dare you let me subdue you without preparing any restraining power.”

[I can’t get out, and I don’t have the time, all I can do is try to die with you when you break your promise. But I don’t think I can do that now.]

He was in the diary as soon as he opened his eyes, and had to be forced to answer all of Saul’s questions, completely unable to fight back, and even trying to self-erasure was difficult.

The power that Saul had used to bind him had been completely beyond his imagination.

In fact, Saul was still unclear about which tier of existence the Death Wizard Diary actually belonged to.

Golza, who was a second-rank official sorcerer, could not perceive the existence of the diary, and Kira and Kismet had never noticed anything special about his left shoulder.

Ralph, who had frantically pursued the diary, had thought that by possessing the diary, he could become a fourth-order official sorcerer.

It wouldn’t be surprising if the diary’s rank was really equivalent to that of a fourth-order full-fledged sorcerer.

However, the more Saul came into contact with the diary, the more he could feel the diary’s power.

The fourth order …… may not be the limit of the diary!
Thinking about it this way, it was also quite logical that the youth, a resentful spirit, prepared countermeasures that had no effect at all in front of the diary, and completely became the diary’s servant.

Although Saul could utilize the diary’s power to enslave the youth and make him ask questions of him, he felt that there was absolutely no need to stiffen the relationship between the two.

Rational communication, with proper respect, could properly increase the subjectivity of the consciousness sealed in the pages of the book.

“Since there is nothing you can do to please your predicament now, you should realize that there is no need for me to deceive you anymore.” Saul continued to pacify the youth, “Don’t worry, it’s only necessary for you to stay here for a few years, as long as you don’t play any tricks, I’ll release you in the future, and the promise to give you freedom after a hundred years will still be valid as well.”

The white handwriting was silent for a moment, and finally chose to compromise.

After all, he had no choice.

【I understand. In the meantime, I will do my best to serve you.]

The other party didn’t say anything to expect Sol to keep his promise.

There was no meaning to it.

[I’ll reintroduce myself, I was a full-fledged second-ranked sorcerer in my lifetime, but because of my own bloodline, I was once hunted down and abandoned my real name. However, for the sake of convenience, you can call me Agu.]

Diary of a Dead Wizard: signal transmission in progress …… Please receive?

(End of chapter)