Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 288

Chapter 287 What I Want Is Not

Six-Handed Angela asked Thor to give her a new name as her new identity.

But Thor, in his current state, was not interested in naming others, and he directly refused: “Your own identity, you define it yourself.”

The girl began to struggle again.

“Don’t worry.” Thor said, and rechecked the situation of the other three spirit consciousnesses.

When he was not communicating with them, the loss of energy in their spirit consciousness was very slow.

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

Without joy, he calmly analyzed the current situation.

Afterwards, Thor asked the four people to wait aside, and he reread the diary.

He had reread all the contents of the diary and had some understanding of the situation of the four spirits.

Now that the consciousness platform is still stable, Thor decided to use the ability of “observing history” here again to check the diary.

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

“Don’t disturb me next.”

The four consciousnesses hurriedly stood in the distance and said yes respectfully.

Thor lowered his head and activated his mental power.

He didn’t need to use it on his eyes, after all, he was just a conscious being now.

When Thor’s consciousness was flowing, a star suddenly began to flicker in the sky.

The star was very dim compared to other lights.

Especially after the rapid flickering, it was even more dim.

Thor had been staring at the diary and didn’t notice it. But the other four spiritual consciousnesses noticed the changes in the starry sky.

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

They observed the star for a few seconds, and then inadvertently shifted their gaze to other stars, and their expressions gradually changed from calm to solemn.

What ability is the master using?

But his abilities are so many that they can rival the stars in the sky!

For a while, the two people who were thinking too fast fell silent.

Only Angela, who was carefully concentrating her mind, and Hermann, who was not so smart, were relatively calm.

Thor didn’t know that Agu and Morton had repositioned his level because of their imagination. He is now focusing on the new history of the diary he has dug up.

When Thor used his mental power and looked at the diary of the dead wizard again, light and darkness alternated, and a new world appeared before his eyes.

It was a quiet night, and Thor looked at the earth from a bird’s-eye view.

There was no grass or trees on the earth, and all he could see were piles of bones.

In the distance were endless snow-capped mountains, but none of them were as high as the one in front of Thor.

But this one was not a snow-capped mountain, but a mountain of corpses.

This mountain of corpses was made up of rotten corpses and bones, towering like clouds. The closer to the top of the mountain, the “fresher” the piled bones were.

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

On the top of the mountain of corpses, there was a huge stone seat made of gray rock.

The stone seat was simple and majestic, with dense runes engraved on the back, which became the most normal existence on this mountain of corpses.

A vague black shadow sat in the middle of the stone seat, holding in his hand, what was Thor’s most familiar diary.

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

But this time, due to the different perspective, Thor couldn’t see the content on the page.

As the black shadow wrote, the mountain of corpses under his feet became higher and higher, closer and closer to the starry sky above his head.

Thor didn’t know how long it had been, his perspective rose along with the mountain, but the black shadow who was writing became more and more irritable, and it was obvious that his writing was getting more and more sloppy.

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

“This road is blocked.” The man said in a low voice.

This sentence seemed to be a variation of the dead language, and Thor barely understood it.

Then, the man suddenly took the cover of the diary with one hand and tore off all the pages inside with the other.

He casually threw the red hard shell cover under the pile of corpses. The crimson cover quickly rolled down along the corpses, blending into the blood, and could no longer be found.

And the pages he tore off were shattered again, turning into flying snow and covering the pile of corpses.

Looking at the blood-red corpses and bones being covered bit by bit, and finally the original appearance could not be seen at all, Thor heard the black shadow sigh and disappear.

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

The four spiritual consciousnesses were still waiting there, watching him carefully, and they didn’t seem to notice that Thor had just watched a short movie in front of everyone.

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

“That black shadow created so many deaths, but it’s clear that these deaths didn’t bring him satisfactory results. This road is blocked… What did death fail to do? Become a god?”

For a moment, Thor could only think of this possibility.

After all, most wizards pursue knowledge for the sake of power.

And gods are the top level of life consciousness created by many intelligent creatures.

The wizard world where Thor lives also has the concept of gods, but most of them are just the self-proclaimed names of some powerful beings, or the spiritual sustenance of the weak.

If the requirements for gods are relaxed a little, even nightmare butterflies can call themselves gods in front of the ignorant.

The figure in history was creating death, and Kismet was also creating death. But Thor didn’t think that person was Kismet.

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

Did Kismet know that creating death would not succeed?

And even if creating death could make him a god, Thor didn’t intend to take this path to become stronger.

It’s nothing else, the three views don’t match.

In this world with spiritual power and consciousness, if what you do is inconsistent with your own values, it is not just a simple matter of inner uneasiness.

It will really lead to alienation and pollution.

Thor looked at the diary in his hand and asked in his heart: “Do you want death?”

The diary did not answer.

Thor asked himself and answered: “No.”

He smiled slightly, “That’s not what I want.”

“Whether it will be ‘this road is blocked’ or not, I have my own way, and I don’t want death.”

Thor just thought of this, and the diary of the dead wizard floating in the air above his right hand suddenly began to flip quickly.

After turning over the golden pages, the white pages filled with words that Thor did not recognize began to shatter one by one.

Just as it was presented in the historical paragraph of the diary, the white pages shattered into powder, flew towards the dark starry sky above their heads, and finally disappeared.

Others looked up at the fragments that flew into the sky and disappeared, and they all showed a dazed look.

Only Thor had a calm face.

Although he also had a trace of melancholy in 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 did not have any sighs at this time.

“That’s not my path.”

He told himself.

Although the four people around him didn’t know what happened, looking at Thor in front of them, they seemed to feel that this master had undergone a transformation.

“Now that the locator is complete, the third level is just a matter of witchcraft. I have abandoned the path of my predecessor, but now my own path is not particularly clear. However, I am only a preparatory third-level apprentice now, so there is no rush.” Thor slowly gathered his thoughts. He felt that the ability to “observe history” had become extremely weak and could no longer be used on the diary.

And the next object to be used cannot be too powerful or too complicated, and it must be an object that Thor is more familiar with.

Thor raised his eyebrows, “Xiao Zao… is it okay?”

There is no time to modify it, welcome to find bugs (*/ω＼*)

(End of this chapter)