Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 707

Chapter 697 Are you a fourth level? !

“A third-level wizard?” Corey looked at Kismet warily.

Even if Herbert would definitely be wanted by the Tribunal, the wind demon is still fine now, and has a close relationship with Thor.

Kismet seemed to know something and smiled noncommittally.

Brando looked at Kismet’s smile and felt uncomfortable all over.

But he couldn’t tell why.

Just when Brando was thinking about helping Thor keep an eye on Kismet, he suddenly heard two pleasant string sounds.

It was as if the world was suddenly frozen and he knew nothing.

Corey was the same.

The two senior second-level wizards seemed to have turned into wax figures in an instant, standing still and no longer speaking.

A little red liquid precipitated from Kismet’s chest, and then slowly expanded, and finally formed the outline of a woman in front of him.

The other people present seemed to have not seen this woman at all, and they were only concerned with the promotion circle and Thor above.

The two people also stood there and talked to themselves.

“You really don’t tell the truth.”

The blood-red outline gradually showed the appearance of Ophelia, the Lord of the Sky City.

“This wizard named Thor in front of you is the new owner of the Death Wizard’s Diary, right?”

Kismet didn’t perfunctorily admit it this time.

“Yes, Thor is my new master.”

Ophelia was not angry when she saw this, and said as if she had expected it: “So you surrendered to me before just to find a backer to make it easier for you to stir up trouble in various continents, right? Why don’t you pretend now?”

“No need now.” Kismet was talking to Ophelia, but his eyes were still looking at the sky.

Ophelia followed Kismet’s gaze, and her blood-red eyes could not see any emotion.

“It’s just a new nourishment, but you rarely value it.”

Kismet finally retracted his gaze, and the smile on his face was exaggerated and warm, “It’s not nourishment.”

His voice was low and powerful, “He has broken through the shackles of the diary, and now he is the real owner of the diary. And I…”

I am also free.

“How can a mere third-level wizard break through the shackles of a rumored fifth-level wizard?”

Ophelia crossed her hands in front of her chest, feeling that Kismet was talking nonsense again.

“It was a dead end that had been determined, but he was able to break it with his own strength. The moment he broke through the dead end, the fate that bound us was broken at the same time.”

Kismet was really happy.

After the original owner left, the diary had chosen other people.

But it was like a curse. Under the guidance of the diary, those people walked towards an inevitable dead end one by one.

In the end, they became part of the diary.

Kismet was also a slave controlled by the diary.

Every time a new person became the nourishment of the diary, there was an extra layer of chains bound to him.

But despite being bound for many years, all his actions and pursuits were the predetermined choices of the Diary of the Dead Wizard, and Kismet never gave up struggling.

He would create just the right dilemma for all those who held the diary and watch them accelerate towards death.

If someone could break the dead end of the diary, then at the same time, the traction rope that the diary used to control the new owner would be broken.

Only by taking this opportunity can Kismet get rid of the diary’s control over his will.

Become a real, independent consciousness!

And for this moment, he has no idea how long he has been waiting.

“If you are not lying, then the curse of the dead wizard’s diary has been broken?” Ophelia heard this, and her eyes gradually turned cold as she looked at Thor in the sky.

Diary of a Dead Wizard.

A former fifth-level wizard, a dimensional traveler who is said to be able to break through the barriers of the world at will.

Even the witchcraft props he left behind when he left this world are equally exciting to the fourth-level wizard.

If it weren’t for the fear of the powerful curse that the new owner of the diary would never have a good end, how could Ophelia let such a powerful item wander around, just observing it and never possessing it?

And now, Kismet actually told her that the fateful curse on the diary has been broken by Thor. So

can she now…

Ophelia’s plan was just a thought in her heart, and she suddenly felt a sense of crisis like a sharp arrow, directly piercing her consciousness, and the idea of killing people and stealing treasures was nailed to her heart.

Bloody Ophelia turned her head in horror, “Kismet!”

Although Kismet’s sudden appearance behind Corey and Brando surprised the two, they just thought that Kismet was a very powerful second-level wizard with superb skills, and didn’t think about anything else.

But Ophelia was different. Although she only appeared here as part of the clone’s consciousness, she also keenly felt the difference when Kismet released his mental power.

“The curse has been broken, and the shackles on you have also disappeared?” Ophelia’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on the silver-haired man holding the harp. “Your current strength… is level three?”

Kismet turned the harp in his hand like a toy. “Yes, the shackles are gone, and I can finally do things according to my own wishes. I don’t have to think about how to create the pages of fate every day, how to find new owners of diaries from generation to generation, and try to kill them again and again, but I hope they can overcome the fate of being cursed by the diary…”

He stopped and looked at Ophelia, “Are you trying to pass this message back to the original body?”

Ophelia chuckled, “Yes, you are much more sensitive now than before. Of course, I have to pass this information back as soon as possible. You are so honest, but you actually didn’t want to leave my clone’s consciousness behind, right?”

Kismet pouted, “You are still as careful as ever. But there is one thing…”

He raised his hand, and a cloud of mist appeared in his palm without knowing when.

The mist moved left and right, but could not leave Kismet’s palm.

“Although you reacted quickly, I was also prepared!” Kismet suddenly pressed the mist on his harp.

The strings began to play automatically without anyone plucking them.

The music was trapped between the two of them, and no one else could notice the movement here.

It was as if the two were actually in another world.

Bloody Ophelia laughed again, “It seems that your strength has exceeded my expectations again… Are you a fourth-level wizard?”

Kismet did not deny it.

“Really, I can only say that you are worthy of being a powerful fifth-level wizard who can ignore the barriers of the world? Even the subordinates who were left in the original world have the strength of the fourth level. It is really enviable. It seems that I can’t go back alive today, and this amazing news can’t be passed on to the main body.”

Ophelia was not angry because of this. Instead, she changed her attitude towards Kismet.

This is the strong are respected.

“Well, if we can meet formally next time.” Ophelia stretched out her right hand to Kismet.

This is to show recognition and respect.

“Perhaps we can try another way of cooperation.”

Kismet smiled gently, and also stretched out his right hand to press against the bloody palm, but the next second, the bloody Ophelia opposite was suddenly shattered into powder by an extremely subtle and high-frequency shock wave.

It disappeared with a “bang”.

The smile on Kismet’s face grew a little, “Then we’ll talk about it when the time comes!”

But the next second, the smile on his face disappeared.

Thor completed the treatment of everyone in the magic circle, and teleported to Kismet without placing other people first.

He glanced at the motionless Corey and Brando, and his masked faces showed no emotion.

“Kismet, want to chat?”

(End of this chapter)