Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 125: Tools from the Corpse Room Are the Best

Saul tried to keep his breathing steady and slowly sat up with a blank expression.

"Hope that big ship didn’t come looking," he murmured under his breath, as if trying to comfort himself.

He wasn’t sure of the enemy’s exact identity, but it was very likely they came from that large ship.

And that three-masted vessel might very well be one of the Land Drifters.

According to the diary, whether Saul admitted that it was Bill who killed the man or not, they wouldn’t let him live.

He waited for a while. Though he couldn’t see it, he was certain the head creature with the rapidly extending neck was still floating in front of him.

If he reached out, he might just touch a patch of cold skin.

But Saul couldn’t just stay here forever.

He had already been lying here for two hours, and he didn’t know how much longer the enemy’s patience would last.

Once they believed they couldn’t find his companions through him, they might lose patience and capture him for interrogation.

And once the enemy became alert, Saul obviously wouldn’t stand a chance of escape.

He had to come up with a plan.

He had to create some distance, and then find a way to speed up his escape.

Time was running out.

He couldn’t see the creature, but it surely had some way to see in the dark and monitor him.

Saul thought of several ideas—most were shot down by the diary.

“I still have a Soul Armor scroll. If I use it and run right away, can I escape?”

This time, the diary didn’t issue a death warning.

“Soul Armor can temporarily hold it off.” Saul stayed crouched, holding his backpack tightly in his arms, maintaining the appearance of deep thought—while his brain raced.

“Should I use the Soul Armor scroll now?” he silently clenched his teeth but didn’t act immediately.

“I know almost nothing about this enemy…” He closed his eyes and forced himself to change his line of thinking. “What if I cast Soul Borers on him?”

The diary warned that unlike the near-instant scroll, he would be detected the moment he started chanting—and promptly snap, he’d be done for.

“So anything slow to activate is a no-go. What if I use the one spell I’m best at, the instant-cast Strike Undead?”

This time, the diary told him that Strike Undead would barely harm the enemy. After all, even though the creature had a long neck, it wasn’t a long-necked ghost.

“Looks like he only looks like a ghost, but doesn’t have a ghost’s weaknesses.”

Saul leaned back, his head gently bumping into the dirt wall behind him, as if releasing tension after a long strain.

A new idea flashed through his mind.

The diary stayed silent.

Saul’s eyes flickered.

…

“Master Herman, the apprentice hasn’t moved.”

While Saul was still scheming how to shake the long-neck’s surveillance, a dozen people were working aboveground.

One of them reported to a Third Rank apprentice named Herman.

Herman wore a silver wizard robe, shimmering in the sunlight.

Though everyone around him was also a Third Rank apprentice, it was clear they all either respected or feared him.

“You’re sure he sent out a distress signal?”

Herman was fiddling with several devices recovered from the cave.

“Yes, sir. He used twinworms to transmit it—we just don’t know what the message was.”

“How long has it been?”

Another apprentice checked his pocket watch. “Almost two hours.”

“Doesn’t seem like his companions care much about him.”

Just then, another wizard apprentice came over from the search area, his face grim.

“Master Herman, these people might be Wizard Tower apprentices.”

The moment the words Wizard Tower were spoken, everyone nearby froze. They turned toward Herman, waiting for his command.

Seeing their reaction, Herman’s face darkened. “Look at you! So what if it’s the Wizard Tower? If you’re this scared, you might as well jump ship and go back to being ordinary people!”

His reprimand silenced the area.

Suddenly, the apprentice monitoring Saul cried out in surprise, “Master Herman, we lost the boy!”

“Hm?” Herman looked up and yanked the collar of the speaker. “You’re telling me a Second Rank—maybe even just a First Rank—apprentice took out your eight-headed thrall?”

The apprentice trembled as he was held up, but still nodded.

Herman abruptly let go, his lips curling in amusement. “Interesting. I’ll go meet him myself.”

As he spoke, the silver robe on Herman suddenly tightened, morphing from loose to skin-tight in an instant.

Even the hood automatically covered his head.

Now his entire body was wrapped in silver, revealing the powerful frame that had been hidden beneath the robe.

“Master Herman, should we…”

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Already at the mouth of the hole where Saul was hiding, Herman raised a hand and pointed at his subordinates. “Kill anyone you see. I don’t care if they’re from the Wizard Tower!”

With that, he leapt into the hole.

…

A few minutes earlier, Saul was leaning against the cavern wall. One hand, hidden by his body, was reaching into his backpack, gripping something tightly.

From the watcher’s perspective, all they saw was a frail boy curled up on the ground, arms wrapped around his backpack.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from deep within the tunnel, followed by a voice:

“Saul? Are you here?”

The head abruptly twisted its neck toward the sound. It hadn’t sensed anyone approaching!

“Looks like you’re in trouble, Saul.” A chuckle rang right by its ear.

But no matter how far the head stretched its neck, it couldn’t see anyone in the direction of the voice.

A flash of fear crossed its eyes.

Just as it prepared to retreat, several spikes shot out from the surrounding walls—piercing through the long neck trailing behind it.

The head shrieked in pain, then lunged toward the source of the voice with all its strength.

It believed that even if the enemy was invisible and hiding their presence, this wild attack would still hit something.

But it bit into thin air—there was nothing there.

The spikes, after piercing the neck, quickly softened. While the creature lunged forward, they looped around its neck, tightened, then drove their tips deep into the ground.

The moment it tried to launch a second strike, it was yanked down and slammed to the floor.

The attack hadn’t come from the front at all.

The head suddenly understood—there was no one ahead. It had been tricked!

It tried to stretch its neck again but found itself bound to the ground by five or six tendrils.

A savage grin twisted its face. With a powerful yank, it tore two tendrils from the earth.

But because the tendrils had wrapped around its neck more than a dozen times, it couldn’t break free of all of them at once.

Still, it wasn't worried. The enemy was just a weak little boy, and these tendrils wouldn’t hold it long.

ROAR!

Just as it prepared to rip all the tendrils out of the ground, a hand suddenly pressed against its neck—right where it was still bound.

Then came searing pain and the sickening sound of bones being chopped.

Saul had lunged while the creature was distracted, using his full strength to pin its writhing neck to the floor.

The diary had told him—even the tendrils wouldn’t hold this thing for more than a few seconds.

But a few seconds was all he needed.

Saul raised his right hand high—gripping a bone-chopping cleaver—and brought it crashing down!

(End of Chapter)