Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 693: It Follows You

Although Saul was just a teleportation novice, he thought he had mastered this technique quite well.

He had rich experience "being teleported" and two instances of active teleportation experience.

But this time was different from all the previous teleportations.

It lasted even longer than when Master Gorsa had taken him through the wizard tower's interlayers.

But subjective duration didn't necessarily mean actual temporal length.

When Saul again clearly perceived time and space, he found himself in a peculiar place.

Here he could see distant nebulae in the distance, with irregular alternations of light and dark.

Around him seemed like smoke, like mist, also like colorful halos.

Calling it colorful was actually imprecise—carefully distinguishing, there might be hundreds or thousands of colors.

Like all the world's brilliance and shadows were displayed here.

"Is this where the elves are? But it doesn't quite seem like it." Saul murmured.

He was shocked by the magnificent scenery before him, momentarily forgetting his purpose for coming here.

"This certainly isn't the elven realm."

Saul shuddered violently, like an icy hand suddenly striking his neck. After the shock, his rationality returned.

"Who? Who's speaking? Pei'er? Where is Pei'er?"

Saul looked around but found no people or suspected intelligent beings.

But he gradually realized that the speaker seemed to be... this space itself.

That voice appeared again, though it didn't answer Saul's question.

"You came here voluntarily, do you want to return?"

Return?

Why did it say that?

Did it think Saul came from here?

But Saul had no memory of this place.

"No, wait. When Penny first examined my past, she once saw a world full of colors. Could this be it?" Saul vaguely felt this place was related to his transmigration secret and his lost memories.

"Do you know me?"

"Not exactly, but you did stay here for some time." The voice was slow and prolonged, as if accustomed to solitary yet leisurely life. "So, are you returning?"

"No, I just came to find someone. Once I find them, I'll go back."

Saul was very cautious.

He didn't rashly explore just because this place might be related to his past.

Because he discovered this space seemed to lack magic power.

Unlike the Chaos Realm, there were no inactive elemental particles here.

There were simply no elemental particles at all!

Moreover, when Saul examined himself, he found he was now a chaotic tangle of threads.

The surrounding space was clean, without a trace of thread ends.

How could he return like this?

"The owner of this voice should know how to leave." Saul pondered, the thread tangle representing him gently writhing. "Find Pei'er first, then see if I can get the method to leave from them."

"If you want to leave, I can send you back. But you cannot take that person away."

The voice could actually see through Saul's thoughts, even though Saul hadn't transmitted any mental waves!

Hearing news of Pei'er, Saul didn't delve into the reason and hurriedly asked, "Why can't I take Pei'er away? Does she also have connections to this place?"

"Wasn't the connection between her and this place established by you?" The voice's tone seemed to carry a hint of laughter, or perhaps it was Saul's imagination. "Her fate is set—she cannot continue staying in the world you came from. This is where she can continue living."

Saul frowned (actually the thread tangle contracted a circle).

"Can I see her?" He had to see Pei'er to know what had happened to her.

This time, the voice was silent for a moment.

Although Saul's perception of time here wasn't very clear, he could sense the rhythm of the voice's responses was different from before.

"I cannot do that either. Not all consciousness bodies can suddenly intrude here and still coalesce into a mass like you."

"She scattered."

Thread-tangle Saul was convulsing.

"You mean she died? Vanished?"

"No." This time the voice answered more quickly. "She just scattered, fragmented. But she still has connections and future with you, so later, she will reconvene. If given more time, she might coalesce into a small mass like you."

The voice again carried a hint of laughter.

Saul had the feeling of being praised as cute, but he wasn't happy.

"So I can no longer take her back?"

"Currently, yes. Moreover, if she continued staying in the world you came from, she would truly dissipate. Her essence isn't stable—the stronger her abilities, the closer she approaches annihilation."

Saul could sense the other wasn't lying.

Because there was really no need to.

"How long will Pei'er need to recover, or rather, coalesce into a mass?"

"By your perception of time—perhaps a hundred years, perhaps a hundred seconds."

The voice answered Saul, but it was like not answering at all.

Saul felt somewhat dejected.

"Thinking carefully, my prophetic dreams actually all came true. Clark lost his eyes. Herbert truly burned up. Pei'er fell into this unknown space. And I—my entire skeleton also turned black from pollution."

"If you still want to return, don't stay here too long." The voice reminded Saul.

Saul quickly gathered his spirits. "Can I ask you three more questions?"

"Yes."

“What levels are you?”

“According to your understanding, it could be anything, first to sixth, or even seven.”

Saul was silent for a moment before asking his second question, "Are the star eyes in my consciousness space related to you?"

"Yes, we have always been watching you."

"Why?"

"Don't want to say."

"Uh?" Saul was stunned—the other had given such a distinctly human response.

But knowing time was urgent, he asked instead, "Will you... invade the world I came from?"

"Too far away. Only you like running around everywhere. I'd prefer you just stay here."

Ignoring the latter words, Saul breathed a slight sigh of relief.

This way, the eyes that had entered the wizard world and attached to his friends should just be unconscious influences from the stars being too powerful.

From Saul's understanding of this world now.

This world was really very "lazy."

"But you can also see this world's level is very high. Just a bit of distant, minute influence is enough to change a group of people's subconsciousness. Fortunately, I excavated the fate line ability from the diary's language capabilities, otherwise coming in I'd probably be like Pei'er..."

"No!" The voice suddenly interrupted Saul's thoughts again. "You didn't learn abilities from that book—it chose to follow you because you possess condensed fate lines!"

Thread-tangle Saul contracted another circle.

"I originally possessed condensed fate lines? Why? You said I also suddenly appeared in this world, so do you know I..."

However, this time the voice didn't let Saul finish asking.

"If you still want to return, go back now."

Perhaps time really wasn't enough, perhaps the voice refused to answer.

Saul could only stop inquiring.

"Alright, please send me back... thank you."

Just as the word "back" finished, the fantastical colorful world before Saul's eyes vanished with a "ding" like an electronic screen shutting off.

What appeared before him was the blue sky and white clouds he'd seen before teleporting.

At this moment, the words "thank you" appeared in the air and transmitted in all directions as sound waves.

Saul looked up.

There was no longer any trace of Pei'er overhead.

Not a trace at all.

(End of Chapter)