Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 134: This Body Really Isn’t Bad

Bill and Wright stood back-to-back in a disheveled state, struggling to fend off the surrounding Head Monsters.

Fortunately, the Head Monsters didn’t seem intent on killing them—otherwise, at least one of these two elite Third Rank apprentices would already be dead.

The Head Monsters appeared to be deliberately herding Wright and Bill, driving them away from the valley’s edge and back toward its center.

Taking advantage of this, Wright and Bill moved toward the nearest cave, attempting to head underground and use the maze-like terrain to shake off the overwhelming number of monsters.

But before they could enter the cave, a group of people suddenly rushed out—it was the very Land Drifters apprentices who had been interfering with them and driving them into the Head Monsters’ trap.

The two sides nearly came to blows the moment they met face-to-face, but the Head Monsters surrounding them kept them in check, forcing a tense ceasefire.

All around, the valley was swarming with Head Monsters. Once everyone had been driven back to the cave at the valley’s bottom, the monsters formed a massive ring and began piling atop one another.

The countless human faces stacked high, forming a towering wall that resembled the bleachers of a coliseum—like bloodthirsty spectators, eyes glowing red, saliva flying as they fixated on the trapped prey within.

As they watched the wall of faces rise higher and higher, a heavy sense of helplessness settled over the trapped apprentices.

“Herman!” Wright spotted the panicked figure of Herman fleeing and gritted his teeth in fury.

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Wright was covered in a mixture of mud, sand, and blood, his injuries far from light.

He and Bill had already been driven back into the valley by the swarming Head Monsters—a humiliating situation. But when they ran into the Land Drifters, that bastard Herman hadn’t tried to escape with them. Instead, he ambushed them.

Herman’s sudden attack had caused Wright to fall into the sea of Head Monsters, nearly costing him his life.

Later, Herman even ordered his men to block Wright and Bill’s escape into the underground, leaving them caught between enemies on both sides and severely injured.

Now that the Head Monsters had momentarily ceased their attacks, Wright finally had the chance to glare at Herman in pure rage.

But before his anger could turn into curses, a powerful and icy aura spread from the cave Herman and the others had just fled.

Wright and Bill instinctively looked toward the cave—and realized that, in their panic, they had been driven back to the same entrance.

Back to the exit they had just escaped from.

Their eyes met, and a single word echoed in both their minds:

Wraith!

A hand slowly reached out from the cave, stirring the sunlight.

Everyone turned to the cave entrance, their faces frozen in expressions of horror and dread.

Just moments ago, the entire valley had echoed with the sounds of battle—but now, it had fallen into eerie silence.

As Herman and his group fled the cave, the wraith had only killed two of them.

But he hadn’t rushed to chase down the rest. Instead, he stood still, savoring the lingering taste of those souls with delight.

“Fresh, complete souls… just as exquisite as I remembered.”

The wraith licked his lips and took another step forward.

Having absorbed the souls of two people, he no longer stumbled—he could now stand steadily.

Just one more step, and he’d be in sunlight.

The wraith paused.

He seemed wary of sunlight.

But when he lowered his gaze to look at his own hands, his eyes flickered with excitement.

He walked to the very threshold, where shadow met light, and raised his hand, slowly extending his fingers into the sun.

The sunlight bathed his fingertips, but there was no searing pain—only a faint, gentle warmth.

The wraith smiled and continued to extend his hand, then stepped fully into the light, basking in the long-lost brilliance of day.

“This body really isn’t… bad at all.”

He lifted his head and looked up at the sky. The sunlight hadn’t felt this gentle in years.

“I was just going to casually devour this little apprentice, but who would’ve thought his body would be so… useful? Perhaps I can use this vessel to fully resurrect!”

The wraith took another step and stepped on a loose stone.

Crack.

The stone shattered underfoot, the sound echoing clearly through the eerily silent Hanging Hand Valley.

And it shattered the frozen stillness as well.

“Saul?” Wright had been staring at the cave, and now looked in disbelief at the person walking out.

Seeing Saul—the one Herman’s group now feared—he didn’t know whether to feel sorrow or fear.

When Bill had told him to use earth spikes to seal the cave entrance, Wright hadn’t seen Saul and suspected he might not have made it.

Yet now, after abandoning Saul, they’d been forced back to the same spot by the Head Monsters… and saw Saul strolling out unhurriedly.

Fate was a cruel joke.

Even more shocked than Wright was Bill.

His entire body was purple from the aftereffects of overusing poisonous wizardly—he looked utterly miserable.

“You… you’re still alive?” Bill said hoarsely, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The wraith watched their reactions like a spectator enjoying a comedy. He didn’t immediately start a massacre, but instead smirked and said slowly:

“You should say—I’m… alive.”

The hoarse, youthful voice was like a spark to a fuse, instantly triggering the Head Monster wall.

A deafening cheer rang out. The Head Monsters jumped and danced wildly, somehow maintaining their towering wall without collapse.

“Lord Morden! Lord Morden!”

The Head Monsters swarmed joyfully toward the wraith, quickly sealing off the cave entrance behind him.

Their cheers echoed through the valley, making the apprentices’ faces grow even paler.

Bill and Wright exchanged glances, both feeling bitterness on their tongues.

They now fully understood—this wasn’t Saul anymore, but a wraith that had somehow successfully possessed Saul’s body.

And this wasn’t some simple corpse-puppeteering. It was a far deeper kind of possession. Somehow, Saul’s body was allowing the wraith to avoid the sun’s destruction.

What was supposed to be a bait to slow the wraith’s escape had instead helped it break free—and now they faced an even more terrifying crisis.

Did Bill regret it?

Regardless, he and Wright could only remain on high alert, watching both the wraith and the Head Monsters behind them as their minds raced for a way out.

Meanwhile, the wraith narrowed his eyes, savoring the Head Monsters’ praise.

He took another step forward and looked at the terrified, disbelieving faces around him.

“Well then… who should I eat first?”

He casually strolled toward a female apprentice.

The others scattered quickly. The girl backed away in terror—only to bump straight into the towering wall of Head Monsters.

The wraith lifted the corner of his mouth. “This one’s a gift for you.”

“Woohoo!” The Head Monsters cheered wildly and lunged forward, swallowing the girl whole in a tide of flesh and faces.

A gap briefly appeared in the monster wall.

A sharp-eyed apprentice immediately tried to escape through it—but as he reached the spot, the Head Monsters had already leapt back into place, sealing the breach.

All that remained on the ground was the girl’s head and a pair of slender legs.

The most terrifying part—her eyes were still open, staring down at where her neck and ankles met seamlessly.

Then she began to wail.

The apprentice who had dashed forward stumbled backward in fright.

His arms flailed instinctively—and struck something solid.

He turned and saw a grey, semi-transparent hand—so clear he could see the bones inside—pressing directly against his face.

Then his white soul was pulled from his body.

The wraith’s face lit up in ecstasy as he absorbed the soul through his palms. Then he slowly turned to face the others.

Finally, one apprentice snapped and launched a desperate flurry of attacks.

But the low-tier spells crumbled and vanished the moment they neared the wraith.

“We must all attack together!” Herman could no longer worry about silencing witnesses. He shouted across to Bill and Wright, “If we don’t kill the wraith, none of us are getting out alive!”

As much as they hated each other, now wasn’t the time to dwell on grudges. Apprentice wizards weren’t the type to let emotion cloud reason.

Bill agreed immediately. “Fine. Have your people buy us some time!”

Low-tier spells were useless against a wraith on par with a true wizard. Only by combining their power to cast high-tier spells might they stand a chance at survival.

(End of Chapter)