Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 625: Layers of Illusion

The face pulled from the ground by Saul showed a twisted smile, its features already distorted from stretching, yet it didn't care at all.

"Welcome to my manor, little toy. You're the most interesting one I've encountered in so many years."

"Oh, I'm a toy? Then what are the others outside?"

"Uninteresting toys."

This middle aged woman sanity had probably dissipated along with her original mutation.

"If this manor's mutation was caused by the Storm Eye, then it's very likely on this original owner."

"But now there's obviously something abnormal above the manor too, even continuously affecting my emotions."

Both the phenomenon before him and the chaotic fluctuations overhead could be caused by the Storm Eye.

Saul decided to first probe the woman before him, then consider the chaotic causes above.

His tentacle absorbing the woman began slowly applying force, boring from the woman's face into her deeper bodily tissues.

Anyone uninformed would think Saul was a terrifying murderer.

The woman showed no resistance either. From her expression, she seemed to enjoy this penetrating sensation.

Soon, Saul discovered Black Tide pollution within the woman’s body.

But within this pollution were many other chaotic elements.

"Negative emotions... chaos... unclear consciousness... the pollution components on this woman are so complex."

Matter mixed with gray, dark green, and black was absorbed into Saul's tentacle while corroding each other within the semi-transparent tentacle.

"She didn't mutate due to Black Tide pollution. It's more like she was polluted first, then corroded by Black Tide pollution afterward."

But the degree of pollution and chaos on the woman didn't seem to match the word "Storm Eye" that foretold destruction.

As pollution was gradually extracted by Saul, the woman's originally crazed eyes gradually calmed.

She no longer looked at Saul with the superior attitude of appreciating her toy. Her eyes also held the confused feeling of awakening from a great dream. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"I... you... why can you help me recover some sanity?"

The woman's half-rotted face gradually rose from the black stains, barely emerging with half her body, weakly prostrating on the ground.

"The pollution on you can still be individually extracted, indicating your mutation isn't completely irreversible. If you listen to me properly, maybe I'll consider helping you recover your sanity."

The woman opened her mouth, touching her own cheeks with both hands, as if finding her own existence.

Suddenly she laughed softly.

"So I haven't completely mutated yet. But this fact was told to me by a stranger wizard."

Saul frowned and crouched down. "What exactly caused your mutation? Is it related to the Borderland's Storm Eye? Do you know what a Storm Eye is?"

However, the woman had never heard the term Storm Eye.

From her vacant eyes, confusion was barely visible.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Back then my research failed, magic power backfired, and I suffered terrible pollution. But when my exterior became a monster, not one of my friends and servants came to save me! They all wanted to leave this manor before I completely lost control!"

"Ha! I could still speak and see then, but they ignored that I still retained sanity and actually sealed the entire room."

The woman's eyes held undisguised hatred.

If those people appeared before her again, the woman might tear them apart.

"My body had already melted beyond control, but my soul hadn't completely mutated. I pleaded over and over in the room, hoping they would come back to save me."

"Clearly maybe just a potion, one magic power purification, might have saved me, but they chose to directly seal me, assuming my madness and mutation, unwilling even to spare an eye to properly check my condition!"

"You don't know what it feels like to be unable to move or speak while your vision is filled with disgusting hallucinations... gradually waiting to die in unbearable pain!"

"I don't know how long passed. Just when I couldn't hold on anymore, other people actually entered my manor and sent someone to lift the seal. I thought I finally had a chance for rescue."

The woman smiled miserably, but it immediately turned into neurotic strange laughter.

"I was too naive. A person identified as polluted, one who had become a pool of flesh, even dried flesh—how could they believe I was a normal person?"

The woman looked at Saul, her desperate, painful emotions gradually weakening.

"They completely ignored my words, left this place, even reinforced the seal. My painful, powerless screams actually became their bragging capital!"

The woman's body was still rising; she could already straighten up.

"Until one day, I suddenly woke up." The woman began laughing. "My power had grown. Everything in the manor was obeying my commands. As if returning to my strongest time."

"No, I'm even stronger than before now!"

She looked at Saul, her eyes bloodshot, pupils so dilated they almost filled the entire whites.

"You are just my newest toy!"

The woman's figure moved, seeming about to approach Saul.

Saul suddenly raised one hand. "What do you think of me as a toy?"

The woman was stumped by Saul's question. Her limited intelligence couldn't understand why Saul asked this, but she instinctively answered.

"You're an interesting toy."

Saul withdrew his hand, even retracting the arm that had become an octopus tentacle on the ground back into his sleeve, returning to a human arm.

"I understand." Saul looked at the woman and actually reached out to touch her pitch-black face. "Actually, the space I'm in now isn't real space either. This is also your toy room, and all of us are just toys controlled by your strings."

The woman's expression changed, seeming to want to say something.

However, the basement they were in suddenly shook violently.

But this impact didn't come from the overhead rooms.

It came from outside!

Saul clearly felt an extremely powerful existence entering this space.

The entire world seemed to tremble.

If this was a dream, then this dream was about to shatter due to the intervention of extremely unstable forces!

Third-rank wizards had entered!

Saul's expression became serious. He knew Pei'er's side must have made their move!

But he still hadn't confirmed the Storm Eye's specific existence here.

Could this place really not be the Storm Eye, but rather the source above his head emanating chaos and malice be the Storm Eye?

If Saul and the others entering this manor was like small stones thrown into a lake surface, causing ripples, then the powerful existence of third-rank was like a brick ruthlessly smashed into a mirror, directly shattering the mirror.

Soon, the entire space trembled again.

The scene before Saul suddenly became distorted and shaky like a bad signal.

For several seconds, Saul seemed to see that where he was wasn't an empty room with sealed windows, but a room full of miscellaneous items.

Underfoot were metal shelves fallen crosswise, before him were tables and chairs twisted and deformed from impact.

Walls and floor bore numerous blood spray marks.

As if a terrible battle had occurred here.

Behind the twisted furniture lay a corpse with only half an upper body remaining.

That half body was also bloody and mangled, as if gnawed by something.

The corpse lying on the ground actually had the same face as the woman just now!

The scene fluctuated again, returning to the empty room with sealed windows.

Saul closed his eyes. In the last moment of that flashback scene, he had seen a huge rat in that chaotic room, its mouth corners stained with abundant fresh blood.

(End of Chapter)

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