Diary of a Dead Wizard

A month later, the time Saul and Noah had agreed upon arrived.

Noah stood with his hands hanging by his sides in front of the experimental table, nervously glancing at Saul with his head lowered.

Today was the day Saul planned to send him to the Chaos Realm, and also when he would check Noah’s learning progress.

Noah had no magical power, and his spiritual body was gradually mutating under the influence of two doses of drugs.

This made learning the basics of magic even more difficult for him than for ordinary people. He could only memorize things over and over again.

Fortunately, Noah was very smart and could always quickly understand complex and profound knowledge, figuring out their underlying logic.

Although Saul hadn’t considered how well Noah’s basic knowledge could be learned when planning to send him to the Chaos Realm, Noah still hoped he could perform better.

So that Saul wouldn’t regret taking him as an apprentice.

Unfortunately, for a child without cheats, trying to overcome innate physical difficulties was still too hard.

“Water Source?” Saul looked at the rune Noah had taken a long time to complete, puzzledly raising his head. “Why didn’t you choose an attack rune?”

“Master, you said the Chaos Realm I’m going to is a place with very scarce resources, where I might walk for days without seeing any human habitation. So I thought that compared to combat, creating a life-sustaining water source is more important. As for fighting, I’ll try to avoid it.”

Saul neither agreed nor disagreed.

In his view, this choice was entirely due to personal character—some people tended toward conservation, others preferred plunder.

He had no intention of interfering.

Saul looked down again at the rune on the table that Noah had spent a month drawing but was very standard. “Doing your best within your capabilities, your performance has exceeded my expectations.”

He stood up and said, “You’ve already proven yourself and completed the test. However, life’s tests are still very long. If you don’t want to submit your paper early, you must continue maintaining this all-out effort going forward.”

Noah bit his lip, but the corners of his mouth still couldn’t help turning upward. His eyes shone as he looked at Saul, nodding continuously like a pecking chicken.

Saul raised his hand, and the butler timely handed over the package he had organized.

Saul personally tied the package behind Noah.

“The place you’re going is called the Chaos Realm. It’s a place with almost no active elemental particles. There you cannot replenish magical power through meditation, nor can you gather magical power with magical arrays. Even if true wizards go there, they can only rely on the magical power already in their bodies or use energy items like magic crystals to cast magic. But such a place might be the only choice for survival for someone like you with a fragile spiritual body who cannot withstand magical radiation. Of course, you might live very hard there, or even encounter terrible monsters and die.”

Noah quickly puffed out his chest. “Master, please rest assured, I will not retreat!”

Saul smiled. “At this point, even if you wanted to retreat, it would be impossible. I will still send you to the Chaos Realm, but the method might change somewhat, and the requirements for you will be different!”

He patted the package behind Noah.

“This backpack contains some survival necessities. A short sword and sleeve crossbow specially made for you. Plus a bottle of poison and the corresponding antidote.”

Saul took out a necklace.

The pendant was an entirely black, irregularly shaped crystal stone.

This was a small spatial magical tool Saul had purchased from Jiajia Gu.

Cheap, with very small internal space—less than one cubic meter.

But the advantage was that the energy consumption required for maintenance was also smaller.

The energy-storing magic crystals Saul put inside were enough to keep the necklace functioning in the Chaos Realm for a year.

“Inside are some potions, books, and several magic crystals. There’s also space for you to store your own items. After you mark it with mental power, you can use it without expending magical power.”

Noah listened carefully to each of Saul’s instructions, nodding repeatedly.

“Initially, I’ll try to visit you once a month. After you can establish a foothold in the Chaos Realm, later it might change to once a year. After adapting to the environment there, collect local item samples as much as possible. Of course, the prerequisite is… staying alive.”

Noah solemnly received the necklace and put it around his neck. He also tightened the backpack on his body, as if grasping the hope Saul had brought him.

“Master, please rest assured. I will definitely work hard to stay alive and complete the tasks you’ve assigned.”

Saul brought Noah to the fourth floor.

This was where he rested, but also the floor he visited least.

On the walls of the fourth-floor room, dense arrays had already been inscribed.

Some of these arrays provided protection, some isolated sound, and some blocked prying and magical power fluctuations.

Relying on these layered arrays, Saul had turned the fourth floor into a sealed space.

He also planned to make this his base for traveling back and forth to the Chaos Realm.

The compass needle spun wildly, and two figures suddenly disappeared.

Except for the consciousness bodies, no one else knew where Saul and Noah had gone.

The Old Witch came down from the third floor, hurrying to underground level 1.

“Saul! I’ve already completed—” The Old Witch’s voice stopped abruptly because she found Saul wasn’t there.

“Where is he?” The Old Witch rudely questioned Herman, who was doing experiments nearby.

“Master took Noah out,” Herman shrugged.

“Out?” The Old Witch frowned in confusion. “I didn’t hear he was going out. Could he just be taking that dying brat for a stroll?”

The Old Witch’s appearance was now completely that of a 16-year-old girl—except for her face.

Her entire body exuded a charm that was youthful yet tinged with maturity. Combined with her casual personality, matching a 90-year-old man’s face and exaggerated facial features, everything about her had an extremely discordant feeling.

In reality, the Old Witch’s physical condition had reached the mature stage of a perfect body.

So she was eager to find Saul to share this news and wanted him to quickly clear the last pollution from her body.

The Old Witch was also aware that she was somewhat being used by Saul, becoming his protective umbrella. But at the same time, conversely, she also needed Saul to cover her identity.

Now that the perfect body had matured, it could no longer continue natural growth relying on original magical materials and could only be improved later.

But for the current Old Witch, this was already enough. She could completely use this body’s talents and her own powerful mental strength to continue exploring the path of advancement.

Instead of being stuck with that aged body like before, only able to wait for death without any hope.

“When will he return?” the Old Witch continued asking.

Agu put down the two beakers in his hands and looked up. “We’re not clear about the Master’s decisions either. Maybe he’ll return soon, maybe it’ll take several days. Do you have any instructions, my lady? Perhaps I can help.”

The Old Witch curled her lips. “Can you handle pollution sources?”

Agu spread his hands to indicate he was powerless to help.

The Old Witch made a “tch” sound and ran back up the stairs with a clatter.

Throughout this entire time, Camus only huddled in her confinement array without saying a word.

However, just after the old witch left, Camus suddenly looked south, stared intently for a while, then slowly closed her eyes.

At the same time, the Old Witch, who was riding a wolf cart preparing to go out for a tour and see if she could find Saul, also suddenly raised her head.

A fierce wind suddenly rose outside the mushroom forest. Large amounts of mushroom spores were swept toward the wizard tower by the wind.

However, the violent hurricane came to an abrupt stop over Rhine Lake, and the spores fell down, spreading into a grayish-white carpet.

The Old Witch instantly narrowed her eyes. “This is… trouble at the door?”

(End of Chapter)