Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 The Non-Existent Hardcover Book

In a small dark room,

a dozen children slept on a bunk bed. They

were all boys of twelve or thirteen years old.

They curled up one by one, sleeping not very peacefully, and didn’t even dare to stretch their hands out of the quilt.

“Shh!”

The candle on the left wall suddenly lit up.

The boy sleeping on the far left was blinded by the candlelight, curled up in the quilt, and kicked the boy on the right with his foot.

The boy on the right was kicked, so he kicked the boy on the right again in a daze.

In this way, one kick after another, one kick after another, kicked the boy on the far right against the wall.

“Um…”

Thor groaned, rubbed his dull knee, got up in a daze, and was stunned for a moment to wake himself up.

“Go quickly… If you are late, the wizard will turn you into fertilizer for the flowers.” The boy next to him reminded him like a murmur.

Thor pressed the old wound on his forehead, and the slight stinging made him sober, and his movements finally became neat.

He quickly climbed out of bed, put on the servant’s clothes hanging on the wall, pushed open the door of the hut, and walked out.

Outside the door was a long curved corridor. There was a door every few meters on both sides of the corridor. There was a candlestick on each side of the door, using their weak and dim light to try to dispel the coldness in the corridor.

Thor looked at his left shoulder in the candlelight.

There was a hardcover book that was less than the size of a palm floating there.

“Hasn’t it disappeared yet? Maybe it’s not my illusion.”

Since crossing over a few days ago, the book has been floating on Thor’s left shoulder.

It can be seen, but not touched, and no one else can see it.

Thor called the system and asked for the chip, but got no response. In the end, he could only attribute it to the hallucination caused by his head injury.

But the hallucination should not last for so many days without disappearing.

Regardless of whether it is an illusion or not, Thor has his own things to do and has no time to study it all the time.

He is in a wizard tower.

Since crossing over, Thor has never walked out of this tower.

Moreover, as a servant here, he has to get up at around four in the morning every day to mop the floor of the corridors from the eleventh to the thirteenth floors. There must not be obvious stains or garbage left on it, otherwise it will be chopped up and used as fertilizer for the flowers.

The work of cleaning the corridor must be completed before the candlelight turns from dim yellow to bright white flames, otherwise, if you run into a wizard apprentice going out, you may be caught for experiments.

Those wizard apprentices all look weird, have very bad tempers and are very impatient, as if they are chased by the god of death every day.

Thor’s predecessor was killed by a wizard apprentice with a book. The body was thrown into the utility room and was almost treated as garbage.

When he crawled out of the utility room with blood on his face, even the housekeeper almost thought it was haunted.

After the housekeeper confirmed that he was not dead, he immediately assigned him a job. Thor was sent to work before he even had time to heal his wounds.

Until today.

After the memories ended, Thor first went to the utility room next to the big bunk room to get a mop, a bucket and a trash can, put them on a small flatbed cart, and pushed it forward.

It is said that the wheel is engraved with a silencing spell to prevent disturbing the extremely fragile wizard apprentices.

Thor carefully observed the pattern on it two days ago, and except for a slight dizziness, he did not gain anything.

He yawned and started a new day of work in the cool morning.

The corridor is precisely a semicircle, with a door every few meters on the left and right sides. There are house

numbers hanging on those doors, and the characters on the house numbers represent the room numbers.

Thor’s body that he traveled through can read, and after a few days of exploration, he has recovered some basic common sense from his broken memories.

When cleaning the eleventh floor, Thor heard a whimpering cry behind a door.

Whenever the cry sounded, the candles on both sides of the door would sway gently, and the light and shadow would shake, which was extremely creepy.

Thor tightened his collar, and all the sleepiness was woken up by the cold.

He quickly pretended that he knew nothing and heard nothing, and quickly mopped the floor here.

There is a weirdo on the twelfth floor who likes to throw garbage at the door.

Hair, torn paper, unknown pieces of meat…

Thor has become accustomed to cleaning up when he passes by here.

He took the small shovel hanging beside the trash can and collected all the garbage. When he turned around to dump the garbage, he heard a faint friction sound.

He turned around quickly and saw that the door behind him was opened a little. It was dark behind the door and he could not see anything.

Thor immediately felt the hairs on his body stand up. His hands trembled slightly. He wanted to run, but he was afraid that the wizard apprentice in the room would think he was being rude.

He had only been in this strange and terrifying place for a few days, and what he was taught the most was to maintain the greatest respect and humility to all wizard apprentices.

Thor was now just a twelve-year-old child with no abilities, and he was thin.

The powerful wizard apprentice could kill him with just a flick of his finger.

As for wizards, hey, with his status, he couldn’t even see wizards.

Thor waited for a while in fear.

There was no movement behind the door.

Time was running out, and he remained vigilant behind the door. While mopping the floor, he kept his eyes on the crack in the door.

Finally, he walked over, and the door was blocked by a curved corridor.

Thor relaxed his tense shoulders a little, and pushed the cart along the slope to the upper floor.

The thirteenth floor.

As a time traveler, Thor was quite sensitive to this number.

Even if he was originally a materialist, he would still choose to follow his heart when he came to a strange world with wizards and monsters.

It is said that the last servant in charge of cleaning died on the thirteenth floor.

Thor also cleaned here two days ago and did not find anything unusual, but this floor still made him feel uncomfortable.

The kind of fear that made his hair stand up and his fingers tremble even though nothing had happened.

Thor lowered his head and mopped the floor vigorously, using physical labor to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

However, the thing he feared most still happened.

When passing the third door, the door in front of Thor on the right… suddenly a pool of bright red blood oozed out from under the door.

The blood was bright red, sticky, and had a strong fishy smell.

At first glance, it was not a good thing.

The blood flowed to the middle of the corridor and finally stopped spreading.

According to the housekeeper’s requirements, Thor must clean up all obvious dirt.

He clenched the mop in his hand, gritted his teeth, and prepared to go forward.

At this moment, the hardcover book on his left shoulder suddenly flew to his chest and opened with a rustle.

Thor was stunned. This was the first time the hardcover book changed.

He was delighted. Could it be that the gold finger knew that he was in danger, so he took the initiative to save him?

Thor glanced at the blood on the ground with his peripheral vision, and most of his attention was on the book.

The hardcover book froze on a blank page, and a few lines of words appeared on it quickly:

[On May 21, 314 of the New Moon Calendar,

when you were cleaning the floor of the corridor, you saw a pool of blood oozing from behind the door. Although it felt horrible, in order to complete the task and not be turned into fertilizer, you went forward to wipe the floor.

But this floor is really hard to wipe. Why is there more blood on the floor the more you wipe?

You looked down and understood. It turned out that it was you who was bleeding non-stop!

The next day, a dried corpse appeared in the garbage room of the wizard tower. 】

Thor’s legs went limp, and he almost sat in the trash can behind him.

He propped himself up with a mop stick, looking at the pool of blood with lingering fear.

“It turns out that my golden finger is a death crisis warning. It’s quite useful in this scary and gloomy place.”

He never thought that this hardcover book would deceive him.

Why would he be deceived?

Thor pushed the cart carefully, trying to avoid the blood. At this moment, the hardcover book in front of him changed again.

【You are afraid of the unknown pool of blood and decide not to clean the ground.

In the morning, you were called away by the housekeeper because the ground was not tidy.

The next day, new fertilizer was added to the greenhouse, and you were very satisfied with your stinky new form. 】

Thor: “…”

Damn!

Whatever you choose, it’s death?

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(End of this chapter)