Diary of a Dead Wizard

He looked around and saw towering buildings and hurried pedestrians.    

Every person looked extremely tired.    

The sun blazed overhead, making it impossible to open one’s eyes.    

The surrounding sounds were chaotic and annoying.    

“Illusion?” This was Saul’s first reaction.    

“No, this should be the Inverted Tree.”    

Benches were placed on both sides of the road, but no one was sitting and resting. Everyone was busy as if they had springs wound up behind their backs.    

Saul looked around while walking to sit on a bench. He clasped his hands together and propped up his chin.    

“The Inverted Tree can replicate a certain area of the world, but for the normal world, it’s inverted.”    

Saul closed his eyes, his spiritual body trembling slightly, immediately sensing the discordant gravity on his body.    

However, Saul didn’t immediately dispel this discord but let himself remain in this inverted city.    

“Last time I came here, it was empty. Now it’s become so lively. It seems all the people from the inner city have been gathered here.”    

Currently, everyone on the street was walking hurriedly. Only Saul sat alone—extreme motion and extreme stillness forming a sharp contrast.    

Saul seemed to be just sitting in place but was actually constantly observing every passerby.    

They looked no different from normal people, even their expressions were very vivid.    

Some were worried, some anxious, some joyful.    

Like a real world.    

But after observing for a while, Saul discovered the scene before him was actually repeating.    

For example, a brown-haired man who had hurriedly walked past him ten minutes ago passed by him again with the same movements and expression.    

Saul clearly remembered the appearance of every person who walked past him.    

Each person walked at different speeds, so the frequency of their reappearance varied.    

When thirty-six minutes had passed, the last person also appeared before Saul again.    

This time, Saul didn’t let him pass but stood up and blocked him.    

The blocked man looked up in confusion, didn’t speak, just stared at Saul.    

As this man was stopped, the others seemed to have their clockwork triggered, gradually stopping one by one.    

They stopped near Saul and, like the first man who was stopped, looked at Saul in bewilderment.    

But no matter how many people gathered around, not one spoke.    

Extreme motion completely became extreme stillness in a short time.    

Creating an eerily atmospheric scene.    

“Let me see where the connection between you lies.” Saul broke the silence, smiling at the crowd while slowly narrowing his eyes.    

Semi-transparent threads extended from his body. These threads didn’t touch the people before him but constantly stirred in the transparent air around them.    

“No fate lines.” Saul’s smile slowly disappeared. “Like Wizard Jonah outside, they’re all dead.”    

Dead people didn’t necessarily lack fate lines.    

If they could become relatively stable wraiths or even powerful evil spirits, fate lines would appear.    

But compared to living people, they would be intermittent.    

Only the four consciousness bodies Saul kept had fate lines similar to living people.    

“You’re not living people and have no autonomous consciousness… You’re the same pollution that appeared in Caugust City, the same as those ash people.”    

Saul withdrew his fate lines.    

“Back then in Caugust City, I saw many people who seemed to turn into monsters in an instant. And they all had semi-transparent threads above their heads.”    

At the time, Saul didn’t know what these threads were and thought they were puppet strings for manipulation.    

After successfully developing the fate lines within himself, he understood those should be fate lines forcibly drawn out from the polluted.    

Saul hadn’t studied what would happen when fate lines were extracted and controlled by others.    

But now, these people before him might be one answer.    

Dead people without fate lines had become puppets randomly arranged and controlled inside the Inverted Tree.    

Like the most ordinary NPCs in games, without even lines, just acting according to predetermined settings.    

When their predetermined actions were interrupted, they would fall into confusion.    

Saul suddenly raised his left hand.    

“Snap!”    

He snapped his fingers.    

A powerful mental wave spread outward with the sound.    

Like spring wind rippling a lake’s surface.    

Every person staying near Saul undulated like lake water, their bodies twisting like waves.    

“Bang!”    

“Bang!”    

“Bang!”    

From inside out, these twisted people’s skin burst like balloons, scattering into gray smoke.    

These gray mists seemed to gather and disperse, barely maintaining human shapes.    

But after becoming this ghostly appearance, transparent threads gradually emerged above their heads.    

Saul had just completely shattered the power imprisoning these undead and torn away their disguises.    

Sure enough, they were ash people he had seen before.    

“As expected, the pollution inside Caugust back then was actually created by the Inverted Tree itself. At that time it was only affecting ordinary people in small areas, but now it’s brazenly dragged the entire inner city in? What’s the purpose of doing this?”    

Saul flicked the ash person closest to him, who immediately turned to dust and scattered on the ground.    

“Scattered? So fragile? The Inverted Tree can pull so many people’s souls in but can’t maintain their strength?” Saul suddenly laughed as if discovering someone’s secret. “It seems Wizard Jonah’s words weren’t completely wrong.”    

“The Inverted Tree’s condition indeed has problems, and these problems were very likely caused by Beth, the dean, and… Shaya.”    

Shaya—this paranoiac really did something big!    

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.    

Saul was startled by the alternating brightness and darkness and realized the surroundings had somehow changed from day to night. The ash people who had surrounded him were also gone.    

“Hmm? Because I discovered something, I was transferred to this place?”    

He observed the surroundings again.    

Overhead was a full moon.    

On both sides stood towering buildings.    

But these buildings were somewhat too dense, with almost no gaps between them.    

They formed a circle, surrounding Saul in a small clearing.    

As if to imprison him in a cage.    

To Saul’s left was a streetlight emitting dim light.    

Unlike the lively daytime, this night scene was very quiet, with only occasional vague footstep sounds.    

Like someone barefoot, tiptoeing on stone pavement.    

In the footsteps, one could hear the sound of flesh sticking to stone.    

A trace of fear spread from the deepest part of his mind to his forehead.    

The streetlight overhead crackled, the light flickered several times, then became even dimmer like aging equipment.    

Saul looked up and saw the full moon had become a crescent.    

In the darkness behind the streetlight where the light couldn’t reach, vaguely human-like but five to six meters tall giant shadows swayed.    

“So many?” Saul blurted out. “This is truly… a surprising discovery!”    

He no longer observed the surroundings or the moon overhead that had suddenly become round again.    

Saul pulled up his cloak, wrapping himself from head to toe.    

Two seconds later, this cloaked figure suddenly shrank a size!    

From the gap where the cloak met the ground, gray semi-transparent tentacles slowly extended.    

(End of Chapter)    

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