Diary of a Dead Wizard

But the voice in the Prismatic World informed Saul that he himself possessed complete, concentrated Fate Lines.    

The Dead Wizard’s Diary had actually been drawn to his side because of this inherent nature of his.    

In the Prismatic World, Saul gained further understanding of his Fate Lines’ characteristics, vaguely developing their second property beyond prophecy.    

He named it “Causality.”    

To explain in simple terms: “No one can owe him anything.”    

Now that Kismet had received the half black page Saul gave him, it was equivalent to accepting Saul’s deal.    

Since Saul had already completed his part of the transaction, Kismet now owed him.    

So next, guided by the Fate Lines, Kismet would inevitably do his utmost to help Saul advance to fourth-rank.    

Until Saul successfully advanced or died unexpectedly, only then would this karma be settled.     

Kismet, after his fate line merged with Saul’s light tangle, vaguely sensed something.    

But because Fate Lines existed so mysteriously, he wasn’t entirely clear what Saul had done.    

However, regardless, the fragment of soul he’d been missing for hundreds of years had finally returned to his hands.    

Kismet let out a long breath, his frivolous smile disappearing once again.    

“People who unilaterally complete deals are really annoying.”    

Saul nodded. “Thank you for the compliment. I learned from you.”    

Kismet clicked his tongue, having to accept this result.    

“Well then, we have many things to do next.” Having accepted Saul’s deal, Kismet actually became proactive.    

“My dear master, mmm, until you enter fourth-rank and complete the transaction, you’re still my master.” He smiled again, plucking the strings with his fingertips, producing pleasant but discordant sounds. “But before we prepare for advancement, you still have a big trouble to deal with.”    

Saul walked to the edge of the circular platform, looking at the crowd of wizards across Rhine Lake.    

The wizards and apprentices he had just cleansed of Black Tide pollution were now lying within the advancement formation, stabilizing their soul bodies that had been abnormal due to pollution.    

Some had already recovered from their abnormal state, but none had left. They all stood by Rhine Lake, outside the mushroom forest, quietly gazing at Saul standing on the highest circular platform of the Purity Wizard Tower.    

They were silent, but their eyes burned with fervor.    

As if looking at a god who had saved the world!    

Saul could treat Black Tide pollution.    

This was a remarkable ability, but not enough to inspire such reverence.    

What was truly terrifying about Saul was that he could simultaneously treat hundreds of people while seemingly suffering no negative effects himself.    

This meant that in the pollution-plagued Borderland, Saul was a protective lock for everyone’s lives.    

As long as they pledged allegiance to Saul, wouldn’t they no longer need to worry about pollution?    

This would solve their greatest crisis in the Borderland.    

From then on, they could enjoy the rich magical resources here while no longer worrying about pollution.    

This was equivalent to directly transforming the Borderland from a dead land into a fertile one.    

“I know what trouble you’re referring to.” Though he had advanced to third-rank, revealing his pollution treatment abilities would certainly bring Saul some trouble.    

But if he wanted to advance to fourth-rank in the future, without occupying the resources here, relying on just one wizard tower would make it very difficult to accumulate enough resources for continued advancement and research.    

This could be seen from the resources consumed in this third-rank advancement.    

Such massive supplies would take decades for Saul to accumulate alone.    

Yet the Stargate Council could prepare everything in just a few months.    

The vast difference between individual and collective power was so starkly evident.    

“Even if I have to face questioning and covetousness from the Stargate Council and Tribunal, I can’t hide anymore.”    

Feeling the burning gazes of the crowd, Saul slowly turned around. “With Herbert dead and Pei’er missing, I’m now the only third-rank wizard left in the Borderland.”    

He said word by word, “But from now on, one third-rank wizard is enough for the Borderland.”    

Kismet’s shoulders shook twice. “I understand your meaning. From now on, the Borderland has its true master.”    

Kismet didn’t care about his actual fourth-rank wizard identity, placing one hand on his chest and bowing to Saul.    

“Master of the Purity Tower, Lord Saul.”    

He maintained his bowing posture while raising his head. “I guarantee that the Tribunal and Stargate Council won’t have the mood to trouble you for the next three years.”    

Saul nodded. “After three years, I’ll make them understand that only I, as master of the Borderland, am the most suitable choice for everyone.”    

Kismet smiled, slowly straightening up. “I have no doubt about that.”    

“Additionally, I have two more things to inform you.”    

Saul smiled inwardly. “Sure enough, with Causality’s binding, this guy has become much more proactive.”    

“The first matter: the Wind Sprite’s mutation is unrelated to the Borderland’s Black Tide.”    

Mentioning Pei’er, Saul’s expression grew serious. “I’ve already discovered this.”    

Kismet didn’t know Saul had been to the Prismatic World, but he trusted Saul’s abilities.    

“Yes, what truly caused the Wind Sprite’s mutation was the stargate opened by the Stargate Council.”    

“The Stargate Council… opened the stargate?”    

Kismet told Saul a secret about the Wind Sprite’s origins.    

The Wind Sprite was an artificial life form with half her bloodline coming from sprites.    

The other half came from a mad fourth-rank wizard who was a devoted seeker of stargates. He chose the Wind Sprite precisely for the sprite race’s characteristics.    

They were naturally sensitive to spatial changes.    

This was why the Wind Sprite was chosen to station long-term in the Borderland—because of her sensitivity to Storm Eyes.    

However, the Stargate Council later discovered something else.    

“They found that when Storm Eyes appeared in the Borderland, the stargate in the sky would also manifest. If a Storm Eye fully erupted, the stargate would be affected and open a crack. The Stargate Council needed this opportunity to understand the other world connected to this world’s stargate.”    

“Other world?” This was the first time Saul heard such a concept. “So wizards led by Alick want to find new worlds?”    

“‘Seeking’ is a nicer way to put it. The less pleasant term is fleeing.” Kismet plucked the strings, holding them taut. “This world has been restricted by the Abyssal Eye. It can no longer open passages through world barriers from within, and can only rely on external forces.”    

He raised one finger. “Iskaper has gathered adventurers led by the Stargate Council who only want to use stargates to flee to other worlds.”    

Kismet raised a second finger. “Nephret consists of conservatives who only know how to appease the world’s will, wanting to use this world’s origin to oppose the Abyssal Eye.”    

“Originally, the Stargate Council’s adventurers wanted to use Clark’s special dream abilities to observe the world behind the stargate. Unfortunately, Clark’s advancement would threaten the Glare Family’s interests. Plus, your master Gorsa didn’t favor rashly exploring new worlds, so he was destined to be sacrificed.”    

“Thus, Pei’er, the Wind Sprite who had successfully regained her will, became the Stargate Council’s second choice. Oh, also strongly recommended by Sky City’s master.”    

Saul narrowed his eyes. “Recommended for what?”    

“Recommended for implanting stargate coordinates in Pei’er. Once a Storm Eye appeared and affected the stargate coordinates in Pei’er, the Council could immediately detect the stargate opening and proceed with the next experiment…”    

“…Sending test objects there as the first step in exploring the other world.”    

“But Pei’er, as the signal conductor, would inevitably become the first sacrifice.”    

“She would die under the dual pollution of starlight and Black Tide.” Kismet said calmly.    

(End of Chapter)    

If you find any errors ( Ads popup, ads redirect, broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.