Diary of a Dead Wizard
Chapter 675: Backup Plan

Corey submitted her answer.

Corey presided over the sealing.

Corey controlled the overall situation.

Corey... conceded defeat.

This doll-like witch from the Glare Family seemed to possess the unique pride characteristic of her family.

When she believed Saul's achievements with the Ice Lock formation far exceeded her own, even though according to the rules she was the candidate who had submitted her paper, she still chose to forfeit.

Combined with Saul's demonstrated familiarity with formations during the sealing process and his effortless grace when modifying the formation, no one would doubt his answer anymore.

Therefore, after Corey forfeited, no one questioned the fact that Saul had won the challenge.

Pei'er and Herbert publicly announced Saul as the substitute third-rank and said they would contact the Stargate Council as soon as possible.

What Saul needed to do next was find the doors within his body in the shortest time possible and attempt to push them open initially.

The Stargate Council and the Borderland's third-rank wizards would prepare magical materials and magic crystals sufficient to increase Saul's internal magic power to saturation.

Only after Saul completed his magic power growth and initially opened the doors would the Stargate Council help him completely finish the door-opening process.

After all, if he relied entirely on external forces to open the doors, it would only result in Saul being completely polluted while having no ability to stresist.

Saul didn't reveal that he had already found the doors and, with the help of the star eyes, had experienced what it meant to have doors wide open.

Before his magic power reached saturation, he had no need to reveal his trump cards.

The eventful day thus passed.

Saul rode the giant bird Diu Diu back to the Purity Wizard Tower.

He observed Rhine Lake for a moment but didn't see Kismet's mysterious and neurotic figure.

"This guy was at Old Days Manor when the Storm Eye appeared... it's hard not to suspect whether he has some connection with the Storm Eye."

Saul landed on top of the wizard tower, and Byron and the others, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came out.

"Why didn't you let us come over?" Byron asked sullenly.

"The Storm Eye suddenly erupted. If our formation couldn't suppress it, that would be the most dangerous place. Staying at the wizard tower, we could run away faster too."

However, the others obviously didn't agree with Saul's thinking.

"Master, we couldn't possibly abandon you and run." Ann pouted. If you ignored the eight spider legs beneath her, she looked exactly like a naive young girl.

Although Byron wasn't a soul confined in the diary, he nodded at the same frequency as Agu beside him.

Saul laughed, "Even if you don't want to run, there's no need to rush up and become cannon fodder."

He said to Byron again, "Now that the Storm Eye has been sealed, as long as nothing goes wrong for a month, we shouldn't need to worry about large-scale Black Tide pollution eruptions for ten years. Our Inertization Formula doesn't need to be so rushed. You should still pay more attention to your original knowledge areas."

Byron nodded, then shook his head. "I will. Moreover, the Inertization Formula actually suits me well. If I can completely master this formula, I want to apply it to corpses."

It seemed Byron had always had clear goals and wasn't losing his normal direction of progress by merely helping himself.

Saul breathed a sigh of relief.

He had thought too simply of his senior.

Then Saul said to the other consciousness bodies, "In a while, the Stargate Council will send magical materials to help me improve my magic power. Then I won't need so many souls from Rhine Lake. Next, I'll help you reinforce your Soul Armaments again. You should also think about improvement paths suitable for yourselves."

Several souls became excited.

With Soul Armaments, they currently had strength close to second-rank, but obviously could no longer help Saul fight, only assisting with less important matters.

If they could use large amounts of soul fragments to strengthen their Soul Armaments again, they could fight for Saul once more.

"Senior Morden, you can also take this opportunity to break free from the diary. With the Stargate Council as such a massive backing, we'll have absolutely sufficient soul fragments. You don't need to save for me anymore."

But to Saul's surprise, Morden still refused this opportunity.

[No need. I'm an old man who doesn't find it boring to nest here. Let these young people go out and wander more.]

Although Saul didn't quite understand Morden's mentality, he didn't want to force him and had to give up.

Steward Hope stepped forward and bowed.

"Tower Master, you look somewhat tired. Please rest quickly to restore your spirit."

Hope had long noticed that Saul's mental power wasn't very stable.

Although he wasn't a wizard, the wizard tower was connected to Saul's mind, so he could still perceive Saul's current condition.

So seeing that everyone had finished discussing important matters, he quickly stepped forward to urge Saul to rest.

Reminded by the attentive steward, the others also noticed Saul's fatigue hidden beneath his smile and quickly fell silent, pushing Saul to go back to sleep.

Even though the Storm Eye had been successfully sealed, Saul had definitely expended much energy. At this time, a hearty sleep would be more effective than any meditation method.

Nightfall.

Both the Wind Sprite and Firefly Lord had successively sent large numbers of personnel to guard Old Days Manor, which was now in a sealed state.

Among them were several second-rank wizards who hadn't been able to arrive in time during the day.

Having missed the credit for sealing the Storm Eye, they naturally wanted a share in subsequent tasks.

The defensive formation there, three layers deep, was enough to deter any second-rank wizard with ill intentions.

But it couldn't stop third-rank wizards!

Especially Herbert, who had personally arranged the defensive tasks.

Fireflies without glow mixed among the wild insects reviving in spring, circling in the grass.

Intentionally or unintentionally, some insects flew toward Old Days Manor.

"Sizzle!"

But when these mosquitoes approached, they would immediately be ignited by invisible forces and turn to ash falling to the ground.

The guards had seen this situation many times and were too lazy to even glance over.

But this time was different. After being ignited, one firefly quickly fell to the ground, but instead of turning to ash, it took the opportunity to burrow into the soil inside the defensive formation and crawl carefully.

Then it slowly and covertly came to the original site of Old Days Manor.

Residual twisting forces still remained here, but these remnant powers couldn't affect this powerful firefly.

It endured the twisting pressure and came all the way to a patch of ice-sealed ground.

Then the firefly's antennae glowed faintly.

The nearest wizard was still a hundred meters away, so naturally no one noticed the firefly hidden in the grass.

Moreover, this firefly was glowing with its antennae, not its normal light organ, so its function was naturally more than just illumination.

It nodded in a very human-like manner and tried to let its antennae touch the ice layer on the ground.

Miraculously, this inconspicuous light point melted a fist-sized hole in the ice the moment it touched the ice layer.

Just as the firefly was about to crawl into the pit to continue melting ice, a voice suddenly interrupted its actions.

"So you only wanted to obtain the anchor point from the beginning. Are you confident about advancing to fourth-rank and completely breaking free from the Borderland?"

The firefly slowly turned around to look outside, its voice colder than the ice beneath its feet.

"Kismet, I know the Ophelia fragment on you has been transferred. Who gave you the courage to enter the sealed area to block me?"

Kismet shrugged, showing no fear on his face. "Of course it's my master."

"I'd like to see whether your master can save your life out of thin air again?"

Just as the firefly was about to fly up, it saw Kismet place his index finger on his lips.

"If you kill me, you won't find the real Storm Eye."

(End of Chapter)