Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 385: Modification

"I want to go back."

It was just a single thought that appeared out of nowhere in Saul’s mind and quickly became a deeply rooted obsession.

Saul’s left eye instantly turned blood red.

At the same time, the puppet doll hanging from his waist had its eyes flash from red to black—black so thick, so deep—and then, with a crack, it shattered into powder!

Inside Saul’s mental realm, four figures suddenly appeared on the originally empty platform.

They looked at each other in horror, not understanding how they could have appeared when Saul hadn’t entered yet.

But even more terrifying was that the starry sky around them began to repeat endlessly:

"I want to go back, I want to go back, I want to go back..."

Herman cried out in fear, "What’s going on?"

Morden shouted angrily, "Someone is trying to influence the master's mind!"

Agu narrowed his eyes. "It’s not just influence. Something is modifying the master's mind."

The word "modifying" immediately made them tense up.

Modification meant erasure and addition, but what had been erased and what had been added, the four mental projections had no idea.

Just then, the diary floating above them lazily flipped a page.

The sound was loud enough to startle all the projections.

All four figures looked up in unison, terror flashing across their eyes.

Compared to the terror they now felt, their earlier unease was nothing. freewёbnoνel.com

Meanwhile, in the outside world, Saul, relying on his strong willpower, pushed himself away from the gap, forcing his eyes away from it.

There was now a dark red mark at the corner of his left eye, which would take a few days to fade.

At that moment, a streak of silver detached from the woven painting and nervously flew onto Saul’s shoulder.

"Master, master, are you alright?" Penny’s wings were trembling uncontrollably.

She was terrified.

The Nightmare Butterfly had entered this purely spiritual elf world twice before but had never encountered any attacks.

The soul's consciousnesses were always chaotic and disordered, lacking self-awareness or thought; their development and extinction were matters of mere impulse.

But she hadn't expected that once her master's gaze entered this world, the chaotic souls would actively attack him.

Yes, in Penny’s eyes, the act of projecting information at her master was an attack!

Because this projection was domineering—it allowed no resistance.

If the master lacked defensive abilities, he would instantly accept that projected information, believing it to be part of his natural thoughts.

Such modifications was terrifying. It amounted to rewriting a person’s understanding of their own past.

If the projected information contradicted reality, it could even completely erase someone's sense of self.

Even Penny couldn’t repair that kind of cognitive damage, because she believed she could only observe history, not change it.

"Master… Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Penny asked cautiously.

She was practically in tears, terrified that her master might suddenly lift his head and ask, "Who are you?"

Even worse, she had no way of telling which parts of Saul’s memories might have been altered. The tampered memories might only reveal themselves at a critical moment.

And that could bring about devastating consequences.

Saul turned his head, smiled faintly, and flicked Penny with his finger.

Surprisingly, he actually managed to physically touch the Nightmare Butterfly this time, sending her flipping through the air.

"Eh!!!!" Penny cried out in shock, spinning midair. "Master, how can you touch me now?"

"You’d better return to the diary for now."

Without giving her a chance to argue, Saul tucked her back into the diary. She turned into a silver hollow bookmark, quietly slipping between the pages.

Pa!

The diary closed with a crisp sound, and a few wisps of smoky dust escaped the pages, only to be swallowed up by the starry darkness.

Watching this, Saul sighed helplessly.

"This Nightmare Butterfly, not even realizing she herself was influenced, still worried about me?"

Indeed, for a moment earlier, he had been invaded by strange consciousnesses. But because those invaders dug too deep, they ended up intruding into the domain of a true powerhouse—the diary—who simply slapped them back with a turn of its page.

Thus, Saul easily regained his clarity.

Moreover, amid the chaotic foreign thoughts, he managed to extract some truly valuable information.

"The Elf King, when he saw the sinkhole, he must have detected some profound, hidden information that I couldn't. So, he conceived the idea of abandoning the material world entirely and creating a purely spiritual realm."

"And because the elves, while not very advanced in magical ranks, had extraordinary mental talents, they actually succeeded. The principle behind it is somewhat similar to my own mental platform but far more complex and complete… Hmm, even though I only obtained a fragment of the knowledge, it’s enough for me to upgrade both my mental platform and mental battlefield again."

"Right now, dragging people into my mental battlefield is still a bit too abrupt, ineffective against those with stable mental forms and strong wills. But if I could build it into a small self-contained world like the elves did, I could gradually draw people into it, without triggering strong resistance."

"No wonder the diary didn’t stop me. It’s like robbing the robbers."

At this moment, Saul still had his hand resting on the pure white throne, and the black-and-white star behind him continued to rotate slowly.

"But that’s just a bonus. The truly important knowledge is about the elves themselves. They created a new world… and seemingly angered our world—or maybe I should call it our planet?"

Saul wasn’t sure if that was the most accurate description, but it was the most vivid.

It was as if the world itself had a consciousness.

When it discovered someone had dared to open up a new territory on its land, it became enraged and kicked the entire group into the new territory—without caring whether it could support them.

Then, it locked the door from the outside!

This resulted in the trapped souls being subjected to immense and endless compression, turning into a chaotic, fused mass.

Colorful and dazzling on the surface, but in truth completely chaotic and disordered.

For elves, who prided themselves on their mental prowess, this was the most terrifying punishment imaginable.

At the same time, the world’s consciousness obliterated the elves’ physical bodies.

In Saul’s eyes, it was as if the world was sulking: "Didn't you want to abandon your bodies? Fine, I'll destroy them for you."

Thus, when the elves lured Saul here, they urgently projected the thought: We want to go back.

"But just a single thought isn’t enough. They must have made other preparations."

Saul lowered his head. Earlier, when observing the world, he had placed the Elf King's head at his feet.

Now, he once again picked it up.

According to Penny, he was supposed to return the head to the pure white throne, which would mean giving back the elves’ treasure.

But now, he doesn't feel like doing that anymore.

"However, I can't take it out either. Bringing it outside would fulfill the black space’s wish; placing it on the throne would fulfill the white space’s wish. Thinking about it, neither sounds like a good idea."

Although Saul did sympathize with the elves' tragedy—they probably hadn’t expected that a mere act of innovation would destroy their entire race—

He was even more aware that these souls, compressed to an extreme and thoroughly distorted, were now terrifyingly strange.

If they were ever released, what emerged would not be the beautiful elves of old, but something entirely new.

Their attempt just now to modify Saul’s mind was proof enough of how corrupted they had become, capable of easily erasing a person’s thoughts and memories.

Moreover, to survive in the material world again, they would definitely need vessels!

And what could be a better vessel than a human?

Among humans, wizards would be their prime targets.

"I can't bring it out, but I can’t just leave it here either. After all, the Elf Valley isn’t truly isolated."

Saul's fingertips tapped rapidly on the Elf King's head, making soft thud-thud-thud sounds.

"I don't have the strength to destroy it yet… Where should I hide it?"

"Give it to me."

A voice suddenly spoke up from behind Saul.

Startled, Saul immediately turned around, and saw a figure standing at the end of the red carpet in the room.

"Who are you?" Saul demanded harshly, though it was difficult; the figure before him was so breathtakingly beautiful that merely maintaining a stern expression was already an effort.

The newcomer, expressionless, replied:

"You can call me Half-Elf. Any other name will just be blurred out."

Behind the Half-Elf, snowflakes drifted in through the open door,

As if this stunning figure had brought winter itself.

(End of Chapter)