Diary of a Dead Wizard

Floco shivered and instinctively hid behind Pei’er, not wanting to make eye contact with her.

The Abyssal Eye’s aura had completely disappeared, and Douglas still hadn’t appeared until now, not even a corpse.

Thinking of where Pei’er had come from, Gorsa glanced at Floco, who was trying hard to minimize his presence, and suddenly realized the truth.

“Douglas will die soon, won’t he?”

“He has already reached the end.”

Gorsa’s muscles tensed. “Thank you for taking action.”

He understood that Pei’er must have done something after Saul left. Otherwise, the Abyssal Eye and Douglas wouldn’t have disappeared so completely.

But he hadn’t even noticed what Pei’er had done.

Moreover, Gorsa suspected that the Pei’er before him wasn’t actually Pei’er.

He remembered that Floco had just said that the Death Demon’s ability was observation. But this observational ability could make the observed directly walk toward their end.

As if once the Death Demon saw your demise, you would skip all processes and directly arrive at life’s endpoint.

And Pei’er had just said she was watching Douglas.

At this moment, Byron, who had just swum out of the sea, flew to Pei’er’s front with the half-elf and several consciousness bodies.

Byron directly asked, “May I ask, where did Saul go? Is he alright?”

Pei’er was unexpectedly patient, perhaps because she originally had nothing urgent to do. “He needs to go out and clear his head, to digest knowledge that doesn’t belong to his current level.”

After speaking, her eyes became vacant, revealing a hint of confusion. “Clearly, everything would be solved by just becoming us… why aren’t they willing?”

Hearing that Saul should be fine, everyone finally felt relieved.

Seeing that Pei’er had answered Byron’s question, Herman also mustered courage to step forward. “May I ask, when will master be able to return?”

“When he feels he can.”

The Wind Sprite, who had been following Byron, finally couldn’t hold back.

She looked at that face identical to her own yet utterly unfamiliar. “Are you Pei’er?”

Pei’er turned her head. She looked at the Wind Sprite, and facing this identical face, Pei’er’s gaze showed no difference from how she looked at Gorsa, Byron, and the others.

“I am Pei’er, yet not Pei’er, not entirely Pei’er.” Not knowing what she thought of, she suddenly smiled. “Fate lines have always been a whole. Only Saul is a separate individual. Isn’t that interesting?”

The Wind Sprite’s expression changed as she stepped back two paces.

Floco’s long-standing worries had come true. He groaned inwardly, “Haven’t you asked enough? Still asking? Can’t you let her go back? You called her over, made her work hard to save the situation, and now won’t let her return to rest quickly? My god, that’s a Death Demon! Why is a Death Demon so gentle? It doesn’t make sense!”

From the moment Pei’er appeared, many people realized this Pei’er was unusual and noticed the mismatch between her actions, abilities, and identity.

But because the situation was urgent, everyone tacitly assumed the person before them was Pei’er. Now that the truth was revealed, silence spread among the crowd.

So Pei’er had been devoured and assimilated by the Death Demon the instant she entered the Prismatic World?

This assimilation was silent and invisible, completed before consciousness could react, without even a chance to struggle.

If this assimilation was also considered pollution, then the Death Demon’s pollution was hundreds of times that of abyssal anchor points!

All talk of recuperation, adaptation, and taking another path was false.

As for why she had lied before, only the Death Demon knew.

…

Douglas would never have thought that he had merely wanted to sacrifice the wizard world and endure until the Abyssal Eye’s demise to extract some key knowledge for advancing to sixth-rank, only to end up being the one sacrificed.

He also couldn’t have imagined that in this small wizard world, he would encounter a pervert and a group of madmen, and that he would be counter-schemed by these low-rank beings.

What he could imagine even less was that encountering one Death Demon was already a near-zero probability event. Yet the little Death Demon could actually call over an old one? This led to him barely surviving the Abyssal Eye’s final eruption, only to fall under the gaze of a true Death Demon.

Douglas had only heard about Death Demons’ deeds before but had never truly seen one.

Only when he weakly escaped from the Abyssal Eye and was gazed upon by those eyes did he realize what it meant to “see one’s own endpoint.”

Most terrifying was that when he saw his own endpoint, his life, his soul, his consciousness also reached their true endpoint at the same moment.

Douglas, who had been one step away from sixth-rank, officially took his curtain call in a theater performance he had never expected.

He didn’t even get exit lines.

Pei’er, or rather the Death Demon, smiled with satisfaction after seeing Douglas completely die, as if having watched a good show. She transformed back into a light arc and disappeared at the horizon.

Leaving this world riddled with holes.

And at the instant the Death Demon left, the restraints that had covered the wizard world’s sky for hundreds of years, blocking all wizards’ advancement paths, silently shattered.

The fragments of broken restraints fell into the starry sky or onto the wizard world, bringing new rounds of disaster or opportunity.

Although Douglas’s plan to stuff the Abyssal Eye to death with an entire continent had failed, it still brought unimaginably terrible disasters to the entire wizard world.

The most severely injured was Iskaper.

The consequence of over a hundred storm eyes erupting was that nearly half the land instantly became uninhabitable polluted territory.

Even after the Abyssal Eye’s death, those areas hadn’t recovered.

To restore them to a state where life could inhabit would require another century of cycles.

The second most severely damaged was the Chaos Realm. Through the Tribunal’s research, it had been confirmed that it was the Desedil Continent that had once been devoured, but ultimately people decided to use Chaos Realm as the new continent’s name.

Perhaps they feared that a certain someone, after wandering the stars, wouldn’t recognize this land.

Keli had already emerged from the Chaos Realm, but they hadn’t brought out all the original inhabitants. After all, these people had grown accustomed to a nearly magic-free environment and couldn’t adapt to the outside world in a short time.

As for Stat and Nephret Continents, they suffered the least damage but also endured considerable losses in the fluctuation storm when the Abyssal Eye disappeared due to elemental particle chaos. They then faced new disasters when the restraints shattered afterward.

But at least they hadn’t become dead lands like Iskaper.

So the two continents accepted large numbers of refugees from Iskaper, licking each other’s wounds together in post-war tranquility.

At the same time, the number of second and third-rank wizards plummeted.

When confronting the Abyssal Eye’s anchor point monsters, although red worms served as meat shields, the more agile anchor point monsters could still easily take the lives of large groups of wizards in a single encounter, completely mutating them into monsters.

If the Abyssal Eye itself hadn’t also wanted to restrain its power and leave later, the wizards who could have survived in the end wouldn’t have exceeded three hundred.

But what was gratifying was that this wizard world finally had a future to speak of.

Of course, after the world’s restraints were unsealed, the wizards here would inevitably face the impact of outside civilizations again, but this was a necessary path for progress—both opportunity and challenge.

As for how far they could ultimately go, that would depend on their individual efforts.

The wheel of time kept rolling forward.

The once barren land sprouted tender green shoots.

The clouds overhead were finally no longer pitch black.

Byron stepped onto the damp earth, his shoe sinking into the mud.

With a stunningly beautiful face, he forcibly maintained a dead-fish-eyed expression.

“The pollution index has dropped to levels that second-rank wizards can tolerate. Although we can’t relocate populations yet, having some wizards come explore and seek rare resources is still possible.”

On Byron’s shoulder crouched a chubby red worm with over a dozen snail-like tentacles on its head, continuously receiving and sending signals.

“Just being able to tolerate pollution is still very dangerous,” the half-elf said.

“If you’re afraid of danger, why be a wizard? Opportunity and risk coexist—that’s the meaning of equivalent exchange.”

Byron lifted his foot. Black mucus oozed from the sunken soil, sticking to his shoe sole and stretching into threads with his movement.

Before Byron could touch it, a brown tree root suddenly emerged from soil in another direction, directly piercing into that pool of black mucus and draining the liquid clean.

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Byron continued forward as if he hadn’t seen anything. “Has Shaya advanced to fourth-rank?”

The half-elf chuckled. “Jealous? But don’t worry, you’re almost there too.”

Byron shook his head. “If not for Saul, I couldn’t have broken through third-level wizard apprentice at all. Being able to come this far, I’m very satisfied. As long as there’s still a path ahead, I won’t stop. Whether faster or slower doesn’t matter.”

(End of Chapter)