Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 135: Let Me Handle This

Herman immediately made a cruel decision. He spoke to the remaining Third Rank apprentice beside him, "The wraith's consciousness is unclear. You throw someone to it so it can absorb their spirit and divert its attention."

The remaining Third Rank apprentice paused for a moment but quickly responded, "Understood!"

Herman’s order was not made with any consideration for his subordinates. The men surrounding him immediately showed expressions of terror.

Some quick-witted apprentices turned to flee but found that dark green vines were sprouting from the ground, tightly coiling around their legs.

One of the vines suddenly lashed out at the wraith, directly throwing a low-level apprentice in front of it.

The wraith, presented with food, didn’t hesitate and easily tore out the apprentice’s soul, beginning to “chew and digest.”

Seeing that the wraith had indeed been momentarily occupied by the low-level apprentice, Herman, Bill, and Wright all breathed a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, they immediately began preparing their Second Tier spells.

However, just as Wright was about to channel his mental energy, Bill kicked him.

Wright turned to look, only to hear Bill’s telepathic communication.

Wright’s eyes flickered for a moment, then he resumed pretending to prepare his spell.

The low-level apprentices who had not been ensnared by the vines also felt panic.

They knew that if all the apprentices currently captured died, it would be their turn next.

Under constant oppression, no one dared to defy Herman, but not everyone was willing to just wait for death.

Some began to force their way through the Head Monster barricade. They threw whatever potions and scrolls they had, recklessly hurling them at the wraith and the Head Monsters.

But the low-level potions and scrolls were ineffective against the wraith.

Moreover, most of the apprentices were too poor to have more than a couple of items on them.

The apprentices attacking the Head Monster did manage to kill a few of them, but then they were devoured by the remaining monsters, leaving only their heads and feet behind, which transformed into new Head Monster.

Even more terrifying, these newly born Head Monster, after a brief moment of confusion, slowly began to move, facing other living people and leaving behind a trail of greedy drool.

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This time, no one dared to move recklessly. They did their best to stay away from the wraith, the cold-blooded Third Rank apprentices, and the excited, howling Head Monster.

They could only shrink their remaining space little by little, hoping they wouldn’t be the next bait.

Meanwhile, the real Saul remained seated on his diary, watching the apprentices die one by one with no emotional reaction.

When he saw the wraith using his hands to absorb the souls of others, he only thought, After devouring so many souls, he wondered if the wraith’s consciousness would become even more chaotic?

‘Keep absorbing,’ Saul thought. ‘Complete souls can indeed boost your strength, but the conflicting thoughts you’re absorbing will certainly affect your consciousness. Maybe I won’t even need to act. Your power will collapse on its own.’

"Hehehe..."

Saul and the wraith both laughed at the same time.

At first, their laughter was disordered, but as it went on, their rhythms aligned more and more.

It sounded as though only one person was laughing.

Suddenly, the diary under Saul’s bottom flipped open.

Saul was momentarily unaware and nearly fell to the ground.

Luckily, just in time, he regained his balance and grabbed the hard cover of the diary with both hands.

When Saul climbed back onto the open diary, he noticed that several lines of text had appeared on the page.

April 20th, Year 316, of the Lunar Calendar

Separation of the soul, what a fascinating experience!

But it’s easy to leave, hard to return.

A chaotic wraith is having its way with your body,

Yet the spirits it’s absorbing are of such poor quality,

They can’t even threaten its main consciousness’s dominance.

You need to add some fuel to the fire,

Otherwise, you’ll easily lose the battle of wills~

Saul immediately looked at the wraith, confirming that although it occupied his body, it still couldn’t see the diary, so he felt at ease and continued reading the text.

The white paper of the diary was delicate and smooth, like the skin of a baby.

Saul’s fingers brushed across the white paper, leaving no trace behind.

Saul’s expression turned serious as he looked up, just in time to see the wraith absorb another apprentice.

"Hey! What’s the point of eating those inferior souls?" Saul pointed to Herman, Bill, and Wright, shouting to his head, "Look, those three are the real delicacies! Go eat them!"

The wraith paused its actions, turning its head in confusion, but saw nothing.

At that moment, another unlucky soul was tossed to the wraith, distracting its attention.

No matter how much Saul called, there was no response.

Just as Saul was thinking about how to influence the wraith’s actions, Herman and the others’ spells were almost ready.

They looked at the wraith, their eyes full of desperate determination.

However, at this moment, the wraith seemed to sense the danger. It lifted its head and cast a venomous glare at the three strongest magical signatures.

As they were about to unleash their most powerful spells, the wraith suddenly opened its mouth and let out a piercing, mournful screech.

This screech created a visible shockwave that swept over everyone at an alarming speed.

The three Third Rank apprentices who had been about to cast their spells immediately coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Herman’s silver armor cracked with numerous fractures, revealing the blood-red skin underneath.

Wright also bled from all seven orifices, clutching his head and wailing.

The most miserable was Bill, who fainted immediately. Thick purple liquid seeped from his body, corroding the ground and his clothes, emitting a frightening white smoke.

Clearly, the wraith was enraged by the actions of the three and discarded the corpse it had been holding, taking steps toward the closest target—Herman.

Herman, still relatively clear-headed, widened his eyes, his pupils trembling.

Seeing the wraith approach, Herman suddenly grabbed a nearby Third Rank apprentice, throwing him at the wraith without regard for the apprentice’s desperate pleas.

The wraith hesitated for a moment, stopping its advance as it gazed down at the Third Rank apprentice.

"Damn it," Saul couldn’t stand it any longer, "At this rate, the wraith might actually be fed to full by Herman using human lives."

The ordinary apprentices’ wills were not strong enough, and their spiritual bodies were too unstable to challenge the wraith’s main consciousness.

Saul turned his gaze to Herman, who was currently drinking a potion, his eyes flashing with cold light.

He walked to the edge of the diary and resolutely jumped back onto his own shoulder.

Saul was unsure of his exact current state, but his mind could still feel a connection to his body.

He crawled over his shoulder, holding his chin and standing up.

He then stepped onto his own lips, grabbed his nose, and gradually climbed up to his ear.

Looking at his own ear, Saul didn’t hesitate for a second as he entered it.

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He felt as though he was being compressed into a thin string, constantly burrowing deeper into his body toward a faint light source.

Soon, the wraith, which had been about to rip out another soul, froze in its movements.

Its pupils suddenly drilled under its eyelids, then quickly popped out again.

But this time, its gaze was no longer chaotic and frenzied. It was rational.

However, if you looked closely, you could see madness suppressed in its eyes.

Saul suddenly lifted his head, dropping the trembling apprentice he had been toying with. He smiled lightly and walked toward the still stabilizing Herman.

(End of Chapter)