Diary of a Dead Wizard

What kind of fuel is the best fuel?

Efficient? Clean? Or renewable?

Today was the first time Saul had witnessed someone using wizards as fuel.

“City Master Ophelia, although you’re a fourth-rank wizard, aren’t you afraid of suffering backlash from using true wizards’ corpses to refine fuel?”

Saul’s tone remained relatively calm, without righteous indignation.

“You misunderstand, Wizard Saul. I didn’t kill these people. They died from various accidents—I merely processed them, recycling waste.”

Ophelia’s voice still came from overhead; she still hadn’t appeared.

Saul thought of the scene he’d witnessed when first arriving at Sky City.

“The disappearing corpses I saw on the road were transferred here by the whisper flowers? What is this place?”

Saul fell silent for a moment.

The disappearance of corpses had become an accepted rule in Sky City.

But those people probably never imagined what their bodies would ultimately become.

“If you have no other questions, let’s begin the third connection experiment now.”

Saul shrugged. “Then I’ll trouble the City Master to activate the core.”

He vaguely guessed what this place was.

This massive fuel furnace was probably the lower half of Sky City wrapped in clouds.

Ophelia said this was the core of the Mechanical Heart, but it should be more than that.

The energy radiating from outside the entire fuel furnace was extremely powerful—this was probably the power source keeping all of Sky City flying in the air.

For the sake of improving the connection experiment’s success rate, the other party hadn’t hesitated to bring Saul to Sky City’s core, which showed considerable sincerity.

Following the previous experimental steps, Saul began setting up the magical formation.

But this time, the formation’s third core had to be placed on the fuel furnace. Since Saul didn’t understand the fuel furnace well enough, he naturally couldn’t properly connect it with the formation.

However, after two experiments, Ophelia had completely mastered the formation Saul had set up, so she connected the fuel furnace’s equivalent supply to Saul’s formation.

Only during the connection, Ophelia still didn’t appear.

Or rather, her head didn’t appear—what appeared was a pair of pale, slender arms stretched a hundred times longer.

The arms had no eyes but perfectly connected the formation with the fuel furnace.

“I’m ready on my end.”

Once the formation was complete, the arms directly detached, blown into the fuel furnace by an invisible wind, immediately igniting like silk paper and turning to ash.

Today’s Ophelia had a sense of… isolation, as if she was unwilling to have any connection with Saul.

Saul observed all of this without saying anything, only indicating he was ready.

When the white figure containing Pei’er and Nerela’s souls also fell from overhead, landing precisely in the magical formation’s corresponding position, Saul reminded, “Your Excellency, the formation still needs you to assist Pei’er in channeling mental power. Do you still refuse to appear?”

Ophelia’s voice carried amusement. “After the previous two connection attempts, I believe the Prismatic World is too dangerous and don’t want to establish direct contact with that side.”

“You old witch…”

“Pei’er!”

After pacifying Pei’er who was about to curse, Saul waited for Ophelia’s next words.

He knew that although the other party was withdrawing midway, since she had specifically brought Saul here, she definitely wouldn’t watch the experiment fail.

Sure enough, Ophelia continued, “I’ve already separated out mental power and placed it on the puppet. After you activate the formation, it will complete the channeling in my place.”

“So Your Excellency Ophelia plans to just observe throughout?”

“I’ll give you a hand when you encounter danger,” Ophelia laughed charmingly.

“Then thank you. We’ll begin now.”

“Saul! You’re agreeing to let her withdraw midway?” Pei’er was obviously still angry about Ophelia’s sudden change of mind.

Saul waved his hand, and the gesticulating puppet immediately quieted down.

Seeing Nerela control Pei’er, Saul didn’t hesitate further and immediately activated the formation.

Flames from the nearby fuel furnace suddenly sho.0t out, flame tongues licking the formation on the ground without causing any damage.

The formation touched by flames instead activated the magic crystals on it.

The entire formation lit up bit by bit, finally converging at Pei’er’s position.

Saul slowly closed his eyes, allowing the world to become pitch black.

He skillfully touched Pei’er’s fate line beside him and guided it, exploring toward unknown directions, searching for another mental power in complete synchronization.

Perhaps due to Ophelia’s sudden change of mind, or perhaps due to the fuel furnace’s powerful backup support, Saul had a mystical feeling that this time, he could find the Pei’er of the Prismatic World.

The fate line traveled through lonely darkness for an unknown duration, with only Pei’er’s stable mental power fluctuations accompanying Saul’s consciousness, preventing him from losing his sense of time in the darkness.

Finally, Saul suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation transmitted from some unknown direction, connecting with his fate line and forming the same frequency fluctuations as Pei’er’s mental power.

“It’s Pei’er! It’s the Pei’er from the Prismatic World!”

Saul’s spirit lifted as he extended his fate line again.

The other party’s mental power seemed to become a lighthouse in the ocean, guiding Saul’s direction.

Finally, Saul sensed a semi-transparent thread appearing ahead, so conspicuous in the boundless darkness.

Two constantly fluctuating curved lines worked hard to approach each other, transforming the space that could accommodate several worlds into a reachable distance.

The next moment, Saul only heard a “buzz” in his brain, as if crossing temporal and spatial barriers to reach the world’s end.

He “opened his eyes” and began receiving information from the new world.

This place was filled with constantly changing numerous colors—even with Saul’s current knowledge, he couldn’t distinguish how many colors there were in total.

This was the Prismatic World where first through sixth-rank intelligent entities coexisted!

“Pei’er?”

Saul tried to call out to Pei’er.

After all, the other party’s mental power had guided him here—perhaps the Pei’er of this time had already awakened.

However, what responded to Saul was another familiar voice.

“You’ve come again.”

The twisted thread cluster of the Prismatic World didn’t seem surprised to “see” Saul again.

Saul immediately respectfully transmitted his message.

“Hello, may I ask if Pei’er has awakened?”

“The time she needs to awaken is not something the current you can understand. If you want to communicate with her as soon as possible, you can return here. This way, you can see the independent Pei’er before the next consciousness is born.”

The words of the Prismatic World consciousness were somewhat difficult to understand.

“I’m sorry, I don’t plan to return for now.”

“Then you shouldn’t come here frequently. Each deepening connection will make your coordinates involuntarily slide toward us.”

Saul’s heart tightened, and the thread cluster he had transformed into contracted into a small ball.

As if wanting to use such a closed posture to protect his safety.

But soon, the thread cluster slowly scattered again, entering a dispersed state.

“Perhaps someday I will return, but I hope that by then I’ll have sufficient knowledge reserves to face this Prismatic World.”

(End of Chapter)