Chapter 702 – Diary of a Dead Wizard

Chapter 702 – Diary of a Deadly Sorcerer
The sun was shining brightly.

Another year of spring.

Half a year had passed since Saul was promoted to the third rank.

During these half a year, the Lordless Land had really caused a turmoil.

The sudden alienation and death of Firefly Master Herbert, the unexplained disappearance of Wind Demon Pei’er, coupled with the fact that the effects of Dream Maker Clark’s death hadn’t yet completely subsided, most of the forces of the settlement had opened up a war for resources.

Only the Rhine Lake neighborhood was still calm.

This was because it possessed the only third-order sorcerer in the Lordless Lands at the moment.

In the beginning, the only ones who came to join Saul were some small forces in the neighborhood. And most of the others were watching.

The Lordless Land would always be governed by three Third Order Sorcerers from different forces.

So many people wanted to see the reaction of the Ruling Court and the Stargate Council.

However, to everyone’s surprise, half a year had passed in the blink of an eye, and neither the Court of Judgment nor the Stargate Council had sent any other third-order sorcerers into the Masterless Lands.

Neither did they help senior second-order wizards advance to the third order.

After waiting here for half a year for news, Keri finally understood that currently the Stargate Council was not going to push any other Third Order sorcerers.

And the reason for that more or less occurred to her.

A Third Order sorcerer who had just been promoted and had independently completed the sealing of the eye of the wind.

A Pure Spirit Sorcerer Tower Master who had killed Herbert in just one day and made Pei’er completely disappear as well (that’s what outsiders guessed).

Neither the Judgment Court nor the Stargate Council would treat him as an ordinary Third Order Sorcerer.

They needed time to consider and wait and see.

Corey couldn’t wait for her chance, and had to leave the Masterless Land.

And Corry’s departure was like a signal, and in the days that followed, a large number of forces began to defect to Sol.

But no matter what scale of forces came over to defect to Saul, he did not change his style of behavior.

He handed over all the complicated things to the few wizards who initially defected to him, and then the old butler, Hope, was in charge of managing these few wizards.

As for himself, after stepping in to stabilize the situation in the neighborhood, he dove headfirst into the laboratory.

In these six months, besides stabilizing his magic power and spiritual power, he mainly studied the diary of the dead wizard that had changed.

This diary had issued death warnings time and time again when he was weak, helping Saul to avoid risks and revise the direction of his research.

But after Saul’s strength grew stronger and the level of his enemies rose, the ordinary pages of the diary had rarely issued warnings to him.

Most of the crises Saul could avoid by relying on his own abilities, while the part he couldn’t avoid often required the golden pages to conduct a preview simulation to find the glimmer of light hidden in the dark future.

But whether it was the ordinary white book page or the black book page, or the rarest of all, the golden book page with only two pages left, it was an extremely passive power.

Previously, Saul could only slightly control the black book page that stored the body of consciousness.

But he was completely ignorant of the way the power of the diary operated.

So, although the Death Wizard Diary saved Saul a lot of time in studying and researching after it became his locator, Saul would not be able to control his locator any further if he had been unable to understand the diary’s power operation mode.

This was definitely a great hidden danger in the future.

In order to master the power he possessed as soon as possible, Saul had been studying the diary after stabilizing his strength.

And on the day after his birthday, Saul finally found a hint of opportunity to unlock the mystery of the diary.

At this moment, Saul was standing on the topmost floor of the Pure Spirit Wizard Tower, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the Rhine City under construction outside the Mushroom Forest.

Because Saul preferred silence, the opposite Rhine City was also a long distance away from the Sorcerer’s Tower. Saul raised his hand, and the Death Wizard’s Diary in his hand floated into mid-air, level with his line of sight.

He tried to empty his mind as much as possible, so that other than the diary being clear in his eyes, everything else was illusory due to his inability to focus.

Afterward, Saul’s spiritual energy spread to the surface of the diary and continuously adjusted the frequency of the fluctuations, finally reaching a strange assonance with the diary.

And the once untouchable diary quickly gave Saul feedback.

After a burst of electrifying stimulation, a white page in Saul’s eyes suddenly lost its color, turning from a three-dimensional white page into a line construction that resembled a sketch.

And on the page of the book, a crisscross of straight lines appeared. These branched lines had depths and shades, and appeared to be nothing more than simple two-dimensional patterns, yet they gave people the illusion of being thick and three-dimensional.

Saul’s spiritual energy pulled on the pages of the book and continued to adjust the angle and amplitude.

And the lines on the diary seemed to leap out from the surface of the paper, suddenly turning from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.

It was only then that Saul realized that the lines that had just appeared to be on the same plane were actually projections of an extremely complex three-dimensional pattern.

The three-dimensional pattern on the pages of the book did not have any pattern, non-circular and non-square, seemingly pointed and blunt.

The seemingly short lines actually had a faint extension that could spread from in front of Saul all the way to the sky.

“These lines are somewhat like lines of fate, but not quite the same. Fate lines are curved, ever-changing masses of thread. Whereas the lines on the page are all straight lines.”

Thinking about the projection of this three-dimensional figure that had just landed on the white pages of the book, Saul couldn’t help but have a new guess.

“Could it be that these lines are actually projections of things on the diary as well?”

“Certain established things are straight lines, and their alignment and angles are captured by the diary, and evolved again into words that can be read by me.”

“Could this be the real reason why the Death Witch’s diary can give death warnings?”

Saul reached up and flicked his hand over the three-dimensional graphic at the top of the diary.

His fingers penetrated the graphic with no effect.

It was as if the diary, as it once was, was merely a projection located on his retina, or body of consciousness.

But when Saul swept the pages with his mental power, he could clearly feel the graphic above the diary.

“Currently, I can only see the way the warnings are formed. If I can unravel the principle behind the composition of the lines and use the same power to exert influence on them, is it possible to change the lines of other things in turn?”

“That is, …… change the fate of other people’s things?”

Thor thought out loud until the sun in the sky slipped over his head and down the mountain tops.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, “It’s still too complicated. Although a third-order sorcerer can dispatch power from the outside world, it’s still a quantitative change and has not yet reached the level of qualitative change. Wanting to use the power of diary warnings to influence other people and things in turn, I still have a long way to go.”

Saul detached himself from his state of high mental concentration.

The diary also disappeared from his palm.

There was a more serious problem in front of Saul now than studying the power to change the diary.

“After taking control of the diary, I realized that the operation of the white pages requires the continuous consumption of an energy. That should be the energy that Kismet has been stirring things up and changing the fates of the people.”

“Let’s call it death energy for now. After all, a person’s death is the maximum change to his fate.”

“Now that there’s no Kismet to replenish the death energy for the diary, in accordance with the power tier I’m at now, the diary will only consume death energy faster and faster. I’m afraid the remaining energy won’t last many years at all.”

The Death Sorcerer’s Diary was already Saul’s locator, one of the cores of his power, and there was no way Saul could watch it run out of energy.

“What’s next? Do I have to go around killing people to replenish the diary’s death energy like Kismet did?”

(End of chapter)