Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 254: The Half-Bodied Female Soul

Before, his control over and communication with Herman had all been through the diary. But now, he could directly sense Herman’s presence.

And in Herman’s consciousness, a mark belonging to Saul had been left behind.

If one day Herman were to enrage him, Saul would only need a single thought to erase him from existence.

This absolute control over another’s life and death suddenly made Saul understand the line written on the diary’s front page: To Master Death Is To Master Fate.

Saul withdrew the needle from the back of Herman’s neck, yet the connection between them remained unbroken.

It was no longer a physical or mental link, but something more akin to karma.

“Stand up,” Saul flicked his wrist, feeling that he hadn’t spent much energy.

For a pure soul like Herman, not much power was required.

Herman bowed deeply again before finally getting up from the ground.

Saul turned to Morden and Agu, “Which of you is next?”

Morden and Agu weren’t sure what Herman had just gone through, but they could see clearly that he had completely submitted.

Saul’s new right arm didn’t just save Herman—it seemed to have infused something into him.

But now, even if they feared whatever was inside Saul’s arm, neither Agu nor Morden could afford to refuse.

Refusal meant death.

And neither of them wanted to die.

During a brief moment of silence, Agu’s mind had already run through countless thoughts.

“If I accept Saul’s energy infusion, I may never regain my freedom again.” Despite that, he stepped forward before Morden. “But if I truly acknowledge him as my master, that might not be a bad thing.”

Not to mention the strange book Saul held—just Saul’s ability to casually alter his form within the mental realm was enough to utterly astonish him.

In the wizarding world, mental instability was the number one cause of contamination. That’s why, even though wizards were always experimenting on their physical bodies, every single one of them strove to maintain mental stability.

“Who was the last one to mess around with their soul form?” Agu’s eyes burned as he stared at Saul. “Oh right, those elves who screwed themselves into oblivion.”

He took another step forward, preparing to speak—when suddenly—

Thud thud thud thud thud!

Five rapid thumps echoed from beside him.

He turned and saw Morden drop to his knees right where he stood.

Because of how determinedly he knelt, and the fact that his five legs weren’t quite coordinated, the sound repeated over and over as he hit the floor.

“Master, please bestow your blessing upon me.”

That word—“blessing”—sounded far more dignified than “energy infusion.”

“This guy talks like some highbrow scholar, and his skin is thicker than a wall!” Agu’s mouth twitched, “That dumb kid kneeling and calling him master was one thing, but you too?!”

Because he was a step too late, and his attitude wasn’t quite as earnest—Agu never actually knelt or called Saul “Master”—he was the last of the soul consciousnesses to receive energy from Saul.

But Saul didn’t mind.

He noticed that while Morden had also called him “Master,” it lacked the heartfelt sincerity Herman had shown.

Still, it didn’t matter—Saul had successfully established a connection with Morden.

The moment that link formed, he sensed patches of chaos and black splotches within Morden’s mind.

Like mold growing on bread.

“Maybe those are the corrupted parts of Morden,” Saul thought, but didn’t act rashly. “Until I know whether removing those black spots will harm him, it’s better not to mess around. If I accidentally wipe him out, that’d be a disaster.”

Saul decided to observe for a while.

As for not establishing a connection with Agu—there was no rush.

It worked out perfectly. Agu could serve as a control group against the other two, letting Saul study how different soul consciousnesses responded and how long they lasted on the mental realm..

Saul looked at the diary in his hand, knowing this special power still came from it.

Unfortunately, even though he now controlled Herman and Morden’s soul, he still hadn’t truly mastered the diary.

“My connection to it is definitely stronger now. But if I want to turn it into a true locator, I’ll probably need to return to the mental realm a few more times.”

Saul had already started to feel emotional fluctuations.

A sign that his soul form was beginning to destabilize.

“I can’t stay here much longer.” Saul quickly looked toward the final black page.

Or rather, two-thirds of one.

This two-thirds of a page was something Saul had picked up in the Ralph Manor.

Perhaps because it had been damaged from the start, the soul of this incomplete page had never spoken.

“Can I tear this one off too?” Saul reached out and tried to rip the page free.

There was no resistance—he easily tore the half-page out and tossed it onto the ground.

The moment it landed, the black page underwent violent changes.

When Morden and the others had turned from pages into human forms, it had been like melting ice and snow—quick but gentle.

This one, though, was totally different. As soon as it hit the floor, it exploded like a bomb, stirring up an enormous commotion.

Within seconds, it formed the shape of a woman, or rather, half of one. Because this woman had no lower body.

She’d been severed at the waist, with what appeared to be bits of internal organs still dangling from the cut.

The woman had two slender, bony arms, and long, razor-sharp fingers. Her limbs bent like spider legs, supporting her small frame.

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Her reddish-brown hair clung to her face like it had been soaked in blood, and between the strands peeked a pair of eyes showing only the whites.

“Master, be careful. That’s a soul that’s already been completely corrupted and mutated,” Morden quickly warned Saul.

Saul nodded. “I see it.”

Sure enough, the moment that half-woman’s transformation finished, her arms twitched and she sprang from the floor—lunging straight at Saul.

She was actively trying to attack her master!

Saul raised his hand in a flash and slapped her to the far side of the platform.

The woman hit the ground, bounced back like a rubber ball, and came clawing at him again.

“A corrupted soul with no chance of taming, huh? Then what good is she to me?” Saul frowned, feeling a flicker of irritation.

At the same time, a cold and violent chill began to rise from within him, like frost forming over his soul.

Inside the mental realm, the circular stone platform began to tremble. Cracks split the ground, and the surrounding starlight started to flicker wildly.

The other three soul consciousnesses noticed the change too. Once the starlight began to pulse, they all felt an overwhelming sense of impending annihilation!

Yet that half-bodied woman still had the strength to attack Saul again.

Watching her scramble back up after being kicked away, Saul’s arm blurred for a moment—then reappeared as an octopus-like tentacle.

As she leapt into the air, he whipped the tentacle out like a lash. The nimble appendage coiled around her body and slammed her hard into the floor.

(End of Chapter)