Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 152: Why Knock on the Door?

"New guest?" Saul instantly thought of the wraith that had been following him.

The wraith that no one else could see except for him.

Even the Tower Master hadn’t noticed it—or if they had, they might not have intended to intervene? Even without the wraith, leaving his body in this strange Wizard Tower was definitely not a wise choice!

"Although I was expelled, it was just because of the physical transformation happening unconsciously. My body and soul should still be the most compatible with each other."

Saul looked at his own body, planning to approach and try again. But as soon as he raised one foot, he suddenly put it back down.

"Wait, my range of motion is a circle, but my body is on the circumference."

From my perspective now, my body is at the top of the circle, while I’m at the bottom!"

This scene feels very familiar, extremely familiar!"

The human-monster movement diagram?!"

Saul raised both hands in front of him.

These hands, in his soul form, hadn’t undergone any body modifications. They were human hands.

But Saul hadn’t noticed before, these human hands weren’t those of a fourteen-year-old boy.

These were the hands of an adult.

"These... are my hands from my past life?"

Saul raised his head again, carefully observing the rest of the room's furnishings.

Finally, he confirmed that his current height was slightly higher than when he was in his body.

This was an adult’s height.

"I’m not Saul, this is my true soul. But for the body sitting here..."

"...I’m the monster?"

Saul’s heart felt as though it was floating, without a solid foundation.

"Because I’m not the true owner of this body? Is that why I can’t return?"

Thinking of this, Saul shuddered, but at the same time, it made him clearer-headed.

"Now is not the time to get entangled. What’s important is to return quickly." Saul smiled bitterly in his mind.

Master Kaz was right. The more you know, the more you realize how much you don’t know.

Saul pushed aside the disordered thoughts and focused on analyzing the characteristics of the human-monster movement diagram.

Having studied it for more than two years, Saul had some ideas.

He stood at the furthest point from his body. "Now, I am the monster. I need to return to being human."

He started walking along the edge of the circle in a clockwise direction, step by step, slowly approaching his body, imitating the movements from the erosion diagram.

The first step brought a slight difference in feeling.

But it was vague, so Saul didn’t think too much about it and took the second step.

The third step, then the fourth...

This time, he could clearly feel a change, like his foot being shoved into an ill-fitting shoe.

At first, it was uncomfortable, but as he kept walking, he started to get used to it.

Maybe the shoes were stretching out, or maybe his foot had gotten accustomed to the pain.

Change was a good thing.

Saul continued moving forward.

However, just halfway there, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a dark shadow emerging from the direction of the desk.

Focused on mimicking the erosion diagram’s movements, Saul didn’t dare to move recklessly, keeping his pace steady.

He knew that if he broke out of this immersion, all his progress would be wasted.

The shadow stood still for a moment, then began to approach Saul’s body.

Its speed wasn’t fast, but it carried an air of hesitation.

Saul’s heart raced, but his footsteps remained calm.

As he walked, the angle changed, and the shadow’s form gradually became clearer.

Its features were blurred, but it had a pair of red eyes that curiously gazed at Saul’s body.

It was that curiosity that brought it closer and closer to Saul’s body.

At the same time, Saul’s soul also drew nearer to his body, filled with anxiety.

The shadow seemed to notice something was off and cautiously reached out its hand toward Saul’s body.

Saul was only two steps away from his body now.

The black hand was getting closer.

But Saul could only continue walking at his original pace. Even though he was in a soul form, he could feel the hairs on his body—well, the soul hairs—standing up.

The shadow’s hand inched closer, its fingertips brushing through the messy hair, almost touching Saul’s forehead.

Finally, Saul took the last step and stood on the spot where his body was!

The human-monster transformation was complete.

The erosion was complete.

Saul instantly felt the weight of his body. He quickly looked up, his gaze locked onto what was ahead.

In a daze, he saw a black hand seemingly retreat in fright, eventually disappearing into the air.

"It’s the wraith from the Hanging Hand Valley! It actually followed me back to the Wizard Tower."

But Saul clearly remembered the Tower Master saying there were no wraiths in the Wizard Tower, as they were too dangerous for apprentices. And for Gorsa, the losses would be severe.

"I made an assumption. Maybe it’s not a wraith."

His head began to ache again, and Saul pressed his forehead. "Little Algae, haven’t you noticed anything?"

Little Algae remained silent.

"What exactly did I bring back from Hanging Hand Valley?"

Saul stood up, intending to take some notes. But as soon as he straightened his back, he felt a wave of fatigue.

He moved his arms and legs; his soul hadn’t left his body again, but the sense of exhaustion grew clearer.

"It’s probably soul fatigue from being detached for too long." Saul no longer felt like researching. These past days, his soul had been through a lot, and now he couldn’t even meditate, only feeling the overwhelming need for sleep.

He leaned against the chair, stood up, and staggered toward his bed.

The two or three meters of distance felt like two or three hundred meters in his exhausted state.

Finally, when he reached the bed, his head hadn’t even hit the pillow before he was already asleep.

...

Since Hawk found out that tonight it was his turn to clean the corridor, he hadn’t been able to sleep well.

Drowsily, around four o’clock, he was suddenly awakened by the lights of the candles flickering on.

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He sat there for a few seconds, then nudged the boy beside him.

The boy had also not slept well because it was his turn the next day.

After being nudged awake, the boy didn’t complain and silently sat up.

"If I don’t come back, remember to send out the letter for me."

"...Okay."

Hawk carefully took out a slightly crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the boy.

"I’ll need to get it back when I return, so don’t lose it."

"I won’t."

Only then did Hawk climb out of bed, put on his clothes, and head out.

Normally, cleaning the corridors wouldn’t be that scary, but recently, there has been a sudden increase in deaths.

In just ten days, three servants had already died.

The last time there had been this many deaths was more than two years ago.

Reporting it to the butler didn’t help. Every time, the butler said it had been taken care of, but people still died.

So now, whoever was in charge of cleaning the second-year apprentice corridor was mentally preparing for the possibility of never coming back.

Hawk was no exception.

When he pushed the cleaning cart and finished cleaning the eleventh floor, he cautiously peeked toward the twelfth floor.

The candlelight before dawn was dim, and the curved corridor that was already gloomy seemed to be veiled in a layer of gauze.

It was like you could almost see everything, but at the same time, nothing was clear.

Hawk took a deep breath, lowered his head, and pushed the cart into the second section of the corridor.

He hadn’t encountered any strange occurrences until he got near the slope of the opposite corridor, which made him a little excited.

Once this part was done, he’d only have one more corridor to clean.

Pushing the cart, he scanned the ground nearby.

No strange trash, no bloodstains, no unpleasant smells.

"Maybe I can just run through the next part."

But just as Hawk was about to push the cart past the penultimate room, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Hawk froze.

He nervously turned his head to look.

The knock came from the room on his right.

But why would someone inside the room knock on the door?