Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 139: Knowledge Changes Destiny

Morden was well aware that his state was chaotic.

During the soul storm, it was difficult for him to even briefly maintain his sanity. He was constantly being shattered, reassembled, shattered again, and reassembled once more.

It wasn't until he unconsciously devoured many soul fragments that he slowly regained his awareness and remembered who he was.

Even so, having lost part of his soul, Morden often fell into confusion, constantly battling with other consciousnesses for control of his spirit.

It wasn't until he accidentally entered the body of this boy that the interference from other consciousnesses was greatly diminished, allowing him to maintain clarity for a longer period of time.

If he couldn't recover the missing part of his soul, it would mean that he would never regain his sanity.

Once this body rots from death, Morden would return to chaos, never to be awakened again.

“Hmph, down below, no matter what tricks you play, they’re useless. But if I find out you’ve lied to me, I’ll make sure you die a miserable death!”

After saying that, Morden cast a murderous look at Wright, who was lying on the ground, unable to move.

Byron noticed and quickly intervened: “Lord Morden, this person is also an apprentice of our Wizard Tower. You can let him come with us; we need help with the magic circle we are drawing.”

Wright immediately looked at Byron’s illusion with tear-filled eyes, never expecting that, at this moment, the other party would save his life.

Morden snorted coldly but didn’t actually make a move.

Seeing that Morden had agreed to let Wright come along, Byron extinguished the illusion stone in his hand.

The bluish stone immediately dimmed and shattered, no longer usable.

Byron rubbed his throat, feeling like he had never spoken this much in his life, and his voice felt sore.

Nick, who had been standing next to Byron, hesitated and spoke, “Senior Byron, was what you said about the mission... true?”

Byron glanced at him. “Made it up.”

Nick was shocked. He tried to calm himself. He couldn't afford to be too excited right now.

But he couldn’t help but admire Byron.

Byron was so bold, coming up with a lie on the spot to trick the wraith.

The wraith’s consciousness was chaotic, not very smart, but experienced enough not to be easily deceived.

Yet Byron spoke so convincingly that even Nick nearly believed him.

The story is about the Kema family, Lady Yura, the marriage alliance, and the Western treaty.

Byron made it all sound so real!

“The mission was made up, but everything else is true. Before we came, I researched the history of the Hanging Hands Valley many times, just in case. I just didn’t expect to use it here.” Sighing, Byron stopped explaining, “Let’s get to work, stick to the plan.”

Nick looked down at the instrument he was holding in both hands. “Do you really think this will save Saul? He’s been possessed for so long, will his consciousness even still exist?”

Byron paused for a moment, then whispered, “We’ll do our best. If it doesn’t work, he dies, we escape.”

Nick wasn’t sure if Byron truly thought this way, but he was clear that when Morden was conducting the soul fusion, he would focus all his attention and would not be distracted by the outside world.

Once the plan changed, they could seize the chance to escape.

This was why Nick agreed to join the plan.

As long as there was a high chance of escaping safely, he was willing to help Saul.

While Byron and Nick prepared, Morden was swiftly moving toward the underground soul storm.

Behind him was the stumbling Wright.

Saul sat on the diary, watching the wraith’s strides grow larger, faster, and knowing that the wraith wasn’t as calm as it appeared.

It seemed Morden was very aware of the consequences of his missing soul.

What Byron had set up there was still unclear—why did he have the confidence to directly confront the wraith?

Saul had almost been deceived by Byron earlier, but he had reacted in time. There was no Lady Yura in the tower. Even if there were a hidden mission, it should have been issued by the Tower Master.

And if Byron had such a deep connection with Tower Master Gorsa, he wouldn’t have been on the brink of being expelled from the Wizard Tower at the age of thirty.

But Saul still didn’t understand why Byron chose to appear and draw the wraith’s attention instead of sneaking away.

“Could it be that Senior Byron knows I’m still alive?”

Saul sat on the diary, rubbing his chin, pondering Byron’s intentions.

“This can’t be deduced yet, but if Senior Byron really helps Morden fuse with the missing soul, that would definitely not be in my favor. Should I take back my body now?” Saul looked at the hands of his body. The limbs were already filled with spirits, and the various consciousnesses Morden had absorbed were struggling inside his mental form.

Although it was a pity that he didn’t manage to absorb Wright’s consciousness, if Saul initiated a battle for control of his consciousness now, the wraiths Morden killed would likely cause him considerable trouble.

Unfortunately, just as this thought crossed his mind, a warning appeared on the diary, telling him that the timing wasn’t ripe yet.

“Not the right timing, still too early? Or is there something I haven’t considered?”

Although warned by the diary, Saul, in his spirit form, wasn’t too afraid.

While the wraith was on the move, he lowered his head and began to rework the strategy for the battle for control of his consciousness and calculate the success rate.

Because the wraith was controlling Saul’s body, its movements weren’t very quick.

Although it could easily abandon Saul’s body and run back, it clearly wasn’t willing to give up the body that allowed it to walk in the sunlight.

With a mind full of questions, Saul followed the wraith until they finally approached the cave where the soul storm was located.

The two wraiths and one person passed through a narrow passage and entered a vast space.

The space was so large that calling it wide was an understatement.

In the center of the cave’s floor was a deep, bottomless crack, with darkness so thick that even fire couldn’t illuminate it.

A small whirlwind, only about a meter in diameter, hung between the crack.

This whirlwind was gray-white, devoid of stones or dirt. Though it appeared to have strong winds, it didn’t stir even a single grain of sand on the ground.

The wind howled, and strange whispers and wails occasionally echoed out, causing dizziness and disorientation.

Occasionally, one could see a human face or a hand, trying to escape the storm but quickly being dragged back.

Morden stopped when he reached the edge of the crack, looking at the soul storm, a hint of dread flashing in his eyes.

This small soul storm had trapped the consciousness and spirits of countless people.

Morden had been tormented in it for a long time.

If it weren’t for his incomplete soul, he wouldn’t want to return to this place.

After gazing at the soul storm for a while, Morden was sure that Byron hadn’t lied to him about the soul storm.

The soul storm was indeed unstable now, and some broken souls were even gradually detaching from its pull.

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If this soul storm truly collapsed, Morden’s missing soul would be sent into the unknown underground with the storm’s final explosive shock.

He shifted his gaze to Byron, who was now no longer an illusion. Upon seeing Morden look at him, he immediately bowed respectfully, his expression becoming increasingly deferential.

Next to Byron stood a man, his face expressionless, also bowing with Byron.

Saul recognized him. It was Nick, who had been unconscious for so long.

Finally, the struggling Wright, who had barely managed to crawl up here, moved slowly to Nick’s side.

Seeing Wright’s disheveled appearance, Nick’s gaze flickered slightly, but he didn’t show any other reaction.

In front of Nick was a collection of experimental tools.

Saul noticed that Nick had brought a small electrical sensing device, which, although it lacked the full functionality of an electrical chair, was very portable.

Morden looked around and then approached the pile of tools. “Is this how you plan to help me find the missing part of my soul? With this pile of junk?”

(End of Chapter)