Chapter 287: What I want is not

Chapter 287 What I Want Is Not

Six-handed Angela asks Saul to give her a new name, thus serving as her new identity.

But Saul, in his current state, isn’t interested in naming someone else, and he simply rebuffs, “Your own identity, you define it yourself.”

The young girl was torn again.

“There’s no rush.” Saul finished speaking and rechecked the situation of the other three spirit consciousnesses.

When he wasn’t communicating with a few of them, the flow of their spirit consciousness energy was very slow.

“Now that the diary has become a locator, the energy loss when I communicate with them is decreasing, so the frequency of replenishing their energy can be reduced in the future.”

Without joy, he calmly analyzed the current state.

Afterwards, Saul asked the four to wait on the sidelines, while he himself re-read the diary.

He had already gone through all the contents of the diary again, and had an understanding of the four spirits.

Now that the consciousness platform was still stable, Saul decided to use his ability to “observe history” to look at the diary again.

He wanted to see if he could see a different history in a consciousness closer to the diary.

“You will not disturb me for the rest of the day.”

The four consciousnesses hurriedly stood at a distance and respectfully said yes.

Saul lowered his head and his mental power ran.

There was no need to act on his eyes, after all, he was only a body of consciousness now.

As Sol’s consciousness flowed, a star suddenly began to twinkle in the sky.

That star was very dim compared to the rest of the light.

It was especially dim after the rapid flickering.

Sol had been watching the diary without noticing. But the other four spirit consciousnesses all noticed the change in the star.

Especially Agu and Morton, who couldn’t help but look at each other.

They observed that star for a few seconds, and then coincidentally shifted their sights to the other stars, their expressions changing a little from calm to solemn.

The master was utilizing some kind of ability.

But he had so many abilities that they were comparable to the stars in the sky!
For a while, the two people whose brains were spinning too fast both fell into silence.

Only Angela, who was careful to collect her mind, and Herman, who wasn’t as quick-witted, were still calm.

Saul didn’t know that Agu and Morton had repositioned his level because of their brainstorming. He was now focused on the new history of the diary he had dug up.

When Saul ran his mental power and gazed at the death wizard’s diary again, light and darkness alternated and a new world appeared before his eyes.

It was a quiet night, and Saul gazed at the earth from an overhead perspective.

On top of the earth, there was no grass or trees to be seen, and as far as the eye could see, there were white bones.

In the distance were endless snowy mountains, but none of them towered as high as the one in front of Saul.

But this one is not a snow mountain, but a mountain of corpses.

This mountain of corpses was made up of rotting corpses and white bones, towering like clouds. The closer to the top of the mountain, the fresher the pile of bones.

It became an inverted snow mountain with white below and red above!

At the top of the mountain of bones, there was a huge stone seat made of gray rock.

That stone seat was ancient and majestic, with densely carved runes on its back, inverting it into the most normal existence on top of this mountain of corpses.

A blurry black shadow sat in the middle of the stone seat, holding in his hand, which was clearly the diary that Saul was most familiar with.

The person held the diary in one hand and a black absorbent pen in the other, writing something quickly on the pages of the diary.

But this time, because of the difference in perspective, Saul couldn’t see what was on the pages.

It was just that as that black shadow wrote, the mountain of corpses under the other person’s feet was getting higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the starry sky above his head.

Saul didn’t know how long it had been, his perspective and the mountain had risen together, but the black shadow writing was getting more and more annoyed, and it could clearly be seen that he was carrying his pen more and more scribbling.

After another long time, the black shadow suddenly stopped writing, he put down his pen and looked up at the sky. The starry sky above his head was still out of reach.

“This path will not work.” The man spoke in a low voice. The words were a variation of what seemed to be undead language, and Sol barely understood them.

The man then suddenly took the cover of the diary in one hand and tore out all the pages inside.

He casually tossed the red hard cover under the mountain of corpses. The crimson cover quickly rolled all the way down the corpses, blending into a sea of blood, never to be found again.

And those pages that he tore off also shattered once again, turning into flying snow and scattering to cover the mountain of corpses.

Watching the white bones of the blood-red mountain of corpses being covered little by little, and finally completely unable to see the original appearance, Saul heard that black shadow let out a sigh and disappeared.

This part of history came to an end, and Saul opened his eyes and once again returned to the platform of consciousness.

The four spirit consciousnesses were still waiting in place, watching him carefully, and didn’t seem to notice that Saul had just watched a small movie in front of everyone.

“This section is also a certain part of the diary’s history. Is it trying to explain something to me?”

“That dark shadow created so many deaths, but apparently they didn’t bring him satisfaction. This way …… death didn’t do what? Become a god?”

For a while, Saul could only think of this possibility.

After all, the vast majority of wizards pursuing knowledge were still pursuing power at all.

God, on the other hand, was the top level of life consciousness co-created by even more intelligent creatures.

The sorcerer world where Saul is located, there is also the concept of God, but most of them are just the self-proclaimed name of some powerful existences, or the spiritual support of the weak.

If the requirements for gods were relaxed a bit, even a nightmare butterfly could call itself a god in front of a fool.

Historically that figure was creating death, and so was Kismet. But Thor didn’t think that man was Kismet.

Although he couldn’t see the face of the dark shadow man on the stone seat, his Kismet’s aura was completely different.

Did Kismet know that creating death didn’t work?
And even if creating death could become a god, Saul didn’t intend to follow this path of becoming stronger.

There was no other way, the three views didn’t match.

In this world of spiritual power and consciousness, if you do something that doesn’t match your own outlook, it’s not just a simple matter of inner turmoil.

That was something that would really lead to alienation and contamination.

Saul looked at the diary in his hand and inwardly asked, “Is it death you want?”

The diary did not answer.

Saul asked himself, “No.”

He smiled slightly, “Not what I want.”

“Whether it will be ‘this way or not’, I have my own path, and I want more than death.”

Saul had just thought of this when the Death Sorcerer’s Diary suspended over his right hand suddenly began to flip rapidly.

After flipping through the part of the golden pages, those white pages filled with words that Saul did not recognize surprisingly began to shatter piece by piece.

Just like what was presented in the historical passage of the diary, the white pages shattered into powder and flew into the dark starry sky above his head, eventually disappearing.

The others looked up at the fragments that flew into the sky and disappeared into thin air, each revealing a bewildered expression.

Only Saul was calm.

Although there was also a trace of frustration in the bottom of his heart.

He knew that this meant that he might have lost the “legacy” originally left to him by the previous owner of the diary forever, but he didn’t have any sighs at this moment.

“That’s not my path.”

He told himself.

The four men around him didn’t know what was happening, but looking at Saul in front of them, they seemed to think that this master had undergone a metamorphosis.

“Now that the locator is in place, the third level is merely a matter of sorcery. I have abandoned the path of my predecessor, but now my own path is not particularly clear. Still, I’m only a preparatory third level apprentice now, so there’s no rush yet.” Saul slowly collected his thoughts, and felt that his “Observe History” ability had become too weak to be used on his diary anymore.

The next object he used could not be too powerful or too complicated, and it had to be an object that Saul was familiar with.

Saul raised his eyebrows, “Is Algae …… okay?”

There’s no time to change it, welcome to bug hunting (*/ω＼*)

(End of chapter)