Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 316: The Wizard Tower Is Now in Your Hands

Byron told Saul, “Once you become a Second Rank apprentice, you'll need to find your locator. Only by having a locator and recognizing how it interferes with your magic and mental power can you begin to merge with it. Only then can you learn Second Rank Spell.”

Learning a Second Rank spell is the standard for becoming a Third Rank wizard apprentice.

The prerequisite for learning Second Rank Spell is to have initially merged with your locator.

This fusion isn’t as complete as Saul merging his diary into his soul body, but it’s a recognition of the concept and will. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Byron explained to Saul that he spent over a decade in the Second Rank because he couldn’t fully accept his locator.

He always felt that his locator didn’t align with his path.

It wasn’t until Saul’s first body transformation deeply moved him that Byron began thinking from a new perspective, and finally accepted the relationship between himself and the locator. This breakthrough allowed the locator to stabilize.

It was at that moment that he could control his skin freely and no longer needed to “cut his throat” to speak.

“But advancing to the Third Rank and becoming a true wizard is even harder. Besides the high requirements for magic and mental power, it requires merging your locator into your soul body. This is not a complete physical fusion, but the establishment of a stable soul connection. Only then can the locator protect you from contamination when you approach dangerous knowledge.”

“I managed to accept my locator, but merging it with my soul body... I really have no clue,” Byron said.

Saul could tell that Byron’s choice to forcefully merge the wraiths into his body in an attempt to connect the locator to his soul body was a reckless act of desperation after failing to find the right way.

However, this path might not be impossible.

How many people in this world can do what Saul did, relying on his diary to find the right road?

As the famous saying goes, “There were no roads in this world, but as more people walked, they became roads.”

Byron was now trying to blaze a trail through thorns.

When stuck at Second Rank, everyone just hoped to advance a little further, ensuring they wouldn’t lose their sanity after thirty.

But after reaching Third Rank, they still wanted to progress to true wizards. After all, once a true wizard, their life span could be extended in various ways.

Humans are greedy like that, but that greed is also one of the driving forces behind progress.

“My locator is quite powerful among ordinary apprentices, but that makes it difficult to advance. Saul, I don’t know what kind of locator you have, but I believe it’s very special. So merging with it will likely be more challenging for you.”

“Just like Kongsha. Her talent made everyone think she would quickly advance to Third Rank and become a strong competitor for becoming the next true wizard. But her locator is too powerful and too unique, which means she may not be able to advance before thirty.”

Byron's face showed a trace of sadness as he spoke, just like when he mentioned Nick’s death.

“She’ll be 29 soon... If she can’t advance to Third Rank, that powerful and unique locator will turn into a danger for her. And it’ll be more dangerous than the other failures.”

Saul could see Byron was feeling down and didn’t know how to bring up that he had already completed the fusion and was now just waiting for things to naturally progress.

“Let’s not talk about that. The locator is something that needs to be explored on your own. I can’t help you with that. But regarding your choice of wizardry, magic enhancement, and mental power training, I’ve accumulated some experience. You can refer to it.”

Saul nodded eagerly, as that was exactly what he needed—these practical insights.

The two of them discussed for the entire afternoon, and Saul took down a lot of notes.

Byron, too, wasn’t just the one offering knowledge. Some of Saul’s creative ideas and feedback on his experiences were also beneficial to him.

This was mainly because both of them specialized in the Dark element and dealt with evil spirits and wraiths.

Had it been anyone else, they might have misled each other.

After this afternoon, Saul felt more grounded. He stopped anxiously waiting for his master’s response and stopped overthinking who might be the Land Drifter’s informant within the Wizard Tower.

He began to focus more on his meditation and analyzing the new Second Rank spell.

Half a month later, Saul was once again brought into the dark room on the 21st floor by Gorsa, who appeared suddenly.

“Sit down,” Gorsa said as he took a seat in the corner of the room as usual.

This time, Saul didn’t hold back. Given that they had already established a clear master-apprentice relationship, it felt more appropriate to act more familiar.

He sat down against the wall, but his posture wasn’t as relaxed as before.

Once Saul sat, he vaguely saw Gorsa extend his hand, and a light halo appeared at the tip of his finger.

Gorsa gently pointed, and the halo left his finger, floating slowly to the ceiling of the small room.

Saul instinctively looked up, and his eyes widened in shock.

The ceiling of the room was completely covered with carved human faces. These faces lacked eyes and mouths, only having noses and ears.

The faces were different from each other, some half-hidden behind others, while others had stretched necks with protruding parts.

Without eyes or mouths, Saul couldn’t make out their expressions. But based on their distribution and movements, they looked like a group of people trapped at the bottom of a well, crowded together, all looking up at the sky—just like Saul was now looking up at them.

“Those are people who were devoured by the Wizard Tower,” Gorsa said, noticing that Saul was staring up.

Saul forced himself to shift his gaze, focusing on his master instead.

Gorsa continued to calmly look up at the ceiling. “I think you’ve guessed it by now—the Wizard Tower is alive.”

Saul was startled, and quickly lowered his head, thinking, “No, I didn’t guess that at all.”

“It’s a modified life form. It’s one of the foundations of my family’s renown and one of the cornerstones of our control over a side of the world. The inspiration for the modification came from rock giants. Of course, the materials used weren’t rock giants—they’re too fragile.”

Saul’s mind was spinning. He had heard that Gorsa came from a powerful wizard family on another continent, but he didn’t expect it to be this powerful.

“Ah, enough about that. Did you find something new? Sorry, I haven’t been in the best condition these past few days and couldn’t meet you.”

“No, it’s fine. Master, are you okay?”

“I’m getting more and more unstable.” Gorsa didn’t dodge the topic and lowered his gaze from the ceiling, his voice still gentle as water. “I think I might not last much longer.”

Saul was shocked and almost jumped up, “Master...”

Gorsa raised his hand, and an invisible force pressed Saul back into his seat.

“Don’t worry. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to last another ten years,” Gorsa smiled. “Before that, I hope you can help me complete an experiment. When the time comes that I can no longer continue…”

He tapped on the wall.

The wall echoed with a dull sound.

“…This Wizard Tower will be passed on to you.”

(End of Chapter)