Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 145: The Final Winner

"The diary is intangible, but if it exists somewhere, it must be within my mental realm."

Saul focused intently on sensing the location of the diary.

Almost instantly, Saul felt an indescribable connection—a link that extended from his left shoulder into the endless darkness ahead.

"I found it!"

However, at that moment, Morden's large hand swung toward him, forcing Saul to dodge the attack. But as soon as he diverted his attention, the connection was immediately cut off.

Morden's strike missed Saul but slammed into the ground.

The already damaged corner of the round platform instantly shattered, and the falling debris vanished into the darkness.

If Morden still had any rationality, he would likely continue to attack the platform, destroying the ground and leaving Saul with no space to evade.

But he seemed completely oblivious, focusing only on attacking Saul.

"Good thing this guy's gone mad," Saul murmured as he continued to call for the diary.

However, Morden's tail swept toward him again, forcing Saul to jump and dodge, severing the connection once more.

"I can't keep doing this!"

Morden's movements had slowed somewhat due to the intermittent pain, but with two hands and a tail, his relentless attacks still left Saul with no time to focus on summoning the diary.

Seeing another massive hand coming toward him, Saul gritted his teeth and, instead of dodging, charged forward, closing the distance to Morden's body.

This time, he quickly leapt behind Morden, grabbing tightly onto his neck to avoid the giant alligator-like mouth.

Morden's claws and tail immediately reached back toward him. His deformed body allowed him to attack without any blind spots.

As long as it wasn't that giant mouth capable of devouring everything...

Saul clung tightly to Morden's neck, using both hands and feet, and focused on calling the diary again.

At that moment, a giant claw came crashing down on him, but he didn't dodge. The sharp claws pierced his body.

Saul gritted his teeth and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

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He could feel it.

The tail whistled down from above.

Dodge, or... not dodge?

At the most dangerous moment, Saul suddenly had... a hardcover book in his hand.

Without time to think or even complain, Saul gritted his teeth and tilted his head left, raising the hardcover book and slamming its corner into the back of the wraith's head.

"Thud!"

The sharp tail pierced Saul's right shoulder and exited through his left abdomen.

"Sizzle."

A faint hissing sound came from Morden's skull.

Saul trembled from the pain, his whole body shaking.

But he was once again grateful that this was a mental space and not his physical body. His right hand could still move!

He yanked the diary out, seeing a large hole in the back of Morden's head, from which air was rushing out. Fragments of souls were being blown away.

Saul smiled, the wounds on his face becoming a continuation of his grin.

He slammed the diary down again, creating an even larger hole in Morden's skull.

"Ah!!!!" The wraith let out a cry and threw his head back, his tail whipping violently and tossing Saul into the air.

Saul crashed to the ground with a loud thud, rolling until he collided with Herman's headless body, finally coming to a stop.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Saul turned his head to look.

Morden's body was shrinking and expanding rapidly. Countless fragments flew from his skull, only to be sucked back into his mouth.

The wraith was desperately trying to retrieve the fragments flying out of his body, not realizing his form had already reached its limit.

"It's going to explode!" Saul suddenly realized the danger and struggled to grab Herman's metallic body, holding it in front of him.

Boom!!!!

Boom—Boom—

Continuous explosions and massive shockwaves.

Saul clung tightly to Herman's back, trying to curl up into a ball.

Countless fragments flew past him, into the endless darkness behind.

Eventually, even Herman's body couldn't withstand the pressure and shattered into pieces under the repeated shocks.

In the next instant, Saul was swept away by a violent wind, but at the last moment, he managed to grasp the edge of the platform, preventing himself from falling into the eternal darkness like the other fragments.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but the explosions finally ceased.

Saul, one hand holding the diary and the other gripping the platform edge, hung in mid-air.

He endured the pain and managed to pull himself back onto the platform.

Everywhere around him were shattered limbs and fragments of bodies, with pieces of soul floating in the air like scattered stardust.

The surface of the platform was cracked in multiple places.

"My mental realm must have been damaged. I wonder if there will be any lasting side effects."

Clutching the diary, Saul slowly made his way toward the central circle.

"This legendary item, and yet all I can do is use it like a brick. I thought the diary was already my locator, but now it seems I was naive. The locator is not that simple, and making the diary truly function as a locator will not be easy."

His entire body hurt, so he moved slowly.

Suddenly, a purple shimmer appeared in front of him.

It was the last bit of purple foam from Bill that had not been devoured by the wraith.

This foam had apparently hidden somewhere earlier and hadn't disintegrated into fragments. Now it resembled a worm, extending a series of small tentacles as it crawled.

It was about to reach the central circle before Saul!

The foam's surface revealed Bill's features.

He was grinning.

"Saul, this time you're definitely dead! I'm about to take control of your body!"

Saul's face remained calm, but he secretly quickened his pace. "I'll get there first and squash you."

Bill's grin widened, and his smile stretched across his face, "Hahaha, you're out of time! Once I take over your body, I'll self-destruct! I'm done for, but you won't survive either!"

"Damn, despicable!" Saul's expression changed, and he immediately sped up.

But Bill was closer to the central circle.

"Hahahaha, even if you've been to Grind Sail Town, so what? Your decayed mentor could never guess what we're doing! Hahahaha, once we... we'll definitely—"

Just as Bill approached the central circle, his smile grew crazier, and his words became more broken.

At that moment, he suddenly saw a shadow looming over him, something was approaching.

"What is that? Saul can't possibly cast a spell here."

Before he could figure it out, a heavy hardcover book fell from the sky and "thud"—it smashed into Bill's face, instantly turning the purple foam into shattered fragments!

Bill's laughter abruptly stopped.

Only then did Saul limp over, pick up the diary, and look at the shattered remnants of the foam on the ground, letting out a long breath.

"Damn, you scared me!" He patted the diary and stepped into the central circle. "I just threw it randomly just now. So, diary, did you adjust the trajectory on your own?"

Saul held the diary to his chest and sighed, "You're still the reliable one!"

He stepped onto the central circle.

It was completely quiet around him.

It seemed like something had been confirmed, and the platform began to collapse.

Whether it was limbs and shattered bodies of souls or the countless curses and murmurs floating through the air, they gradually transformed into starlight.

Most of the starlight dissipated into the darkness, while a small portion was drawn into Saul's body, slowly repairing his injured mental form.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?" Saul said in surprise, "It even feels a bit too full."

At that moment, Saul's form began to fade, but he wasn't in a hurry. Deep down, he understood that he was returning to his body.

In the end, everything in this mental space was merely a virtual image formed by the patterns of human thought.

Now that it was no longer needed, it would return to nothingness.

Finally, only the diary remained floating in the air, the most unique presence in this mental space.

When the place was empty, the cover of the diary slowly flipped open, and the pages began to turn rapidly until it reached the final page.

Three black shadowy figures suddenly descended from the depths of the darkness, landing on the diary, transforming into three irregularly shaped black pages.

(The end of this chapter)