Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Please Live Up to Your Name

The little seaweed ball landed on Thor’s left shoulder, with its tentacles extending upwards, twisting and shaking as if it had a seizure.

“What is this?”

As Thor muttered to himself, the diary that had been quietly floating on his left shoulder flew to him with ease.

[New Moon Calendar Year 314, August 26, Sunny

You seem to have discovered a secret space under the wizard tower.

I don’t know how many secrets are buried here.

Under your feet is the Soul Devouring Swamp that has existed for who knows how long.

Now, the core consciousness of the swamp is dancing on your shoulder.

It can be seen that it really likes you.

Likes you so much… that it wants to keep you here forever. ]

Soul Devouring Swamp? Core consciousness?

Diary, diary, you are out of scope again, did you know that?

“This little seaweed ball likes me?” Thor muttered to himself.

At this time, the little seaweed ball suddenly jumped from Thor’s left shoulder and pounced into the air. Judging from the momentum, it was actually heading for the diary in front of Thor!

“Swoosh–“

The little seaweed ball missed and rolled directly from the edge of the platform into the mud.

Thor: “…”

“Diary, are you sure this core consciousness likes me, not you?”

The diary ignored Thor and flew back to his left shoulder.

But its behavior just now made Thor a little alert.

Can the seaweed ball find the existence of the diary?

Otherwise, why would it run to where the diary is?

“It’s called the Soul Devouring Demon Swamp, so its essence should not be that ball of seaweed, but this piece of mud. Why can the mud sense the existence of the diary?”

“Even the tower master has never paid attention to my left shoulder.”

This cognition made Thorton nervous.

If there are still people like Sid who know the existence of the diary in his body, then Thor will not be able to get a moment of peace for the rest of his life.

Death notice, what a useful golden finger in this world!

It is worth countless people’s desperate pursuit.

“Did it pull me down just for the diary?” Thor’s face was heavy.

He was not in a hurry to get out now.

He carefully observed the entire swamp, thinking about whether there was a way to destroy it all.

Or at least destroy the core consciousness.

“Can the burning breath deal with it? If there is a body buried here, there should be some flammable and explosive gas underneath? Be careful not to blow myself up.”

Just as Thor was thinking, the seaweed ball that had just fallen climbed up the platform again.

It crawled to Thor’s feet, shook off the mud on its body, and began to bend its tentacles again, jumping on Thor.

Thor stretched out his left hand and punched out, trying to knock the latter away.

However, the moment his fist touched the seaweed ball, the latter stretched out countless black tentacles, wrapped around Thor’s wrist, and firmly fixed itself on it.

Thor’s punch was equivalent to a punch in the air. He quickly readjusted his center of gravity and punched the ground hard again.

But just before his fist was about to land on the stone slab, Thor’s movement stopped abruptly.

From beginning to end, the seaweed ball showed no signs of evasion and even rubbed Thor’s left hand, as if it liked his left hand very much.

Thor raised his hand in confusion, looking at his left hand that seemed to be wearing a boxing glove, and thought: “Could it be that this seaweed ball didn’t sense the existence of the diary?”

The Diary of the Dead Wizard, no one knows where it came from, but it is definitely not simple. Thor believes that it can at least reach the level of a third-level formal wizard.

The Lord of Gorza Tower is a senior second-level wizard. There should be no mysterious creatures beyond the third level under the wizard tower he built.

Moreover, this Soul Devouring Swamp is obviously a garbage dump for dealing with corpses and residual souls…

Residual souls?

Thor thought about his left hand, which was the spiritual ester that the diary suggested could temporarily store soul fragments.

Could it be that the seaweed ball actually sensed the taste of the residual soul in his left hand?

So when it pounced on the diary, was it because it also sensed the soul fragments on the diary?

After all, when Sid was shattered by the electric induction chair, a black shadow entered the diary.

The black shadow must be part of Cid’s soul fragment, and a very special part, otherwise it would not be absorbed by the diary.

But the black remnant soul has disappeared.

I don’t know what the seaweed dumpling has noticed.

While Thor was thinking, the seaweed dumpling kept rubbing against Thor’s hand.

“Have you licked enough?”

Thor came back to his senses and tried to pull the black thing off his left hand with a speechless face.

But this thing was so clingy that when he pulled one side off, the other side would come back again.

Thor was out of breath, but in the end he still couldn’t take the seaweed ball off.

“Huh… You’re clinging to me like this, do you want to leave with me?”

Thor gave up. He planned to leave here first and then find someone to deal with the thing on his hand.

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the seaweed ball that was rubbing against his hand immediately stopped moving.

But it didn’t leave Thor’s left hand either.

“Huh? Do you want to go out with me, or not?”

Thor became interested instead and began to tease the seaweed ball in reverse.

“Gulp… Gulp… Pah! Gulp… Pah!”

Unexpectedly, the mud around the platform suddenly became agitated, and huge bubbles emerged and exploded.

One after another, huge black tentacles as thick as thighs stretched out from under the mud, desperately reaching out to the platform, but they were afraid of the platform and could only twitch on the surrounding mud.

“Shua!”

“Snap!”

The violent lashing seemed to tear Thor into pieces.

Thor immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

He exerted force with his right hand, and this time he easily pulled the seaweed dumpling off his left hand.

“I didn’t say I was really going to take you out. Since you are so unhappy, you should stay back.”

The seaweed dumpling seemed to really understand what Thor said, and walked to the edge of the platform, looking back every three steps, and finally jumped down.

Looking at it, it looked like a child who wanted to go out to play after school, but was taken back by his parents by the ears.

However, the seaweed dumpling went back, but the abnormality of the mud did not subside.

They pinched Thor’s waist like the parents of the child and issued a stern warning to Thor.

Tentacles slapped the mud, and soon, as the mud surged, new terrifying things appeared in front of Thor.

Pale faces emerged from the mud. They stared at Thor with ferocious expressions, their mouths opening and closing, as if they were begging or cursing.

Although no sound was heard, Thor felt a ringing in his ears.

Even if he covered his ears, he couldn’t block out the strange sound waves.

Thor didn’t care about anything else. He turned around and stacked the two experimental tables together and stood on them.

But he ignored the fact that he was only 12 years old and not tall enough. He couldn’t even reach the top of his head when he stood on the two tables.

Thor took a risk and jumped, grabbing the soil above his head with one hand, but he couldn’t get any strength. He fell back on the table, swaying, and almost fell off the high platform.

“Huh!”

The ringing in his ears became heavier and heavier. Thor squatted on the table and covered his ears in pain. He barely stood up, but couldn’t jump anymore.

Just as he was about to fall off the table, a burnt and dry hand suddenly broke out of the soil above his head, grabbed Thor’s arm, and pulled him out of the underground world.

Thor finally saw the sunlight again.

“Pfft!” He spat out the dirt in his mouth, and before he could open his eyes, he kept thanking the person who saved him, “Thank you, thank you, I thought I couldn’t get out.”

The person who came was the gardener in the garden. The skin on his hands was the same yellow as his face.

The gardener still had a bright smile on his face, but the movement of standing up looked very stiff.

“Don’t be afraid. Below is the early laboratory of the wizard tower, but it has been abandoned for a long time.” The gardener explained enthusiastically, “Although the wizard has reinforced it, apprentices passing by will occasionally fall down.”

I feel unwell and have a bad premonition.

Today, Sanjiang, according to the previous practice of this book, I should add more chapters to celebrate, haha, leave it for the release… (Write it in Byron’s little notebook)

I really thank all the readers, all the achievements of this book are supported by you every day! Your support and encouragement have given me endless strength. I will try my best to write the stories of this group of wizards, big and small, and hope to go on with everyone!

Should Sanjiang have a thank you? I don’t know, so I’ll just leave it here and delete the code.

(End of this chapter)