Diary of a Dead Wizard

George, who had just lost his younger brother and fainted from the impact, was dragged into the magic formation by Angela.

Angela took out a golden dagger, ready to follow the procedure and extract the heart first.

But just as she was about to cut, she froze.

George’s soul had sat up on its own.

His translucent soul floated outside, with his lower body still seated within his physical form.

George had no idea what was happening. At first, he sat there dazed. But when he looked up and saw Angela in front of him holding a golden dagger, he nearly leapt in fright.

Angela snapped back to her senses, her face lighting up in delight. “A free soul? I actually ran into one?”

George didn’t understand what she was talking about. Once he realized he could move, he immediately tried to stand and flee. But as his legs were still partly in his body, he stumbled and fell.

As luck would have it, he landed face-first onto David’s gruesome corpse.

Angela rose slowly to her feet. She had plenty of time and was curious to see what this free soul was capable of.

“Wuuu… wuuu…” George sobbed quietly, only to realize he couldn’t even produce tears.

He thought he was already dead, and gave up on escaping. He simply knelt in despair, trying to hold his brother in a futile embrace.

“Brother… Brother!”

But before he could grieve for long, a faint voice came from nearby.

George turned in surprise, and recoiled in shock.

Near his legs was another translucent, white soul.

But this one only had a head left, and its features were blurred, looking like it could vanish at any moment.

“David?” Hearing that string of “Brother” calls, George finally recognized his younger sibling.

He lunged forward, and this time, he actually managed to grab David’s head.

“Brother, it hurts… it really hurts…” David seemed unaware of what had happened, only clinging to his brother for help.

George clutched him, heartbroken and panicked, but he didn’t know what to do to ease his brother’s pain.

Yet as David’s head pressed close to George’s soul, his muddled awareness sensed a primal pull. He looked at George’s soul neck and felt that if he just had a neck and body of his own, he might feel much better.

So suddenly, David leapt out of George’s hands and landed on his brother’s shoulder.

It happened so quickly that neither Angela nor Saul reacted in time.

But what came next stunned them even more.

David’s head began to sway slightly, then attached itself to George’s shoulder.

George’s soul not only didn’t reject David’s presence, but even tilted his own head to the right to make space for his brother.

Just like that, George became a two-headed soul.

Saul immediately furrowed his brow, while Angela’s eyes widened with ecstatic excitement.

“A dual-soul in one body? No—dual consciousness in one soul? I actually encountered a soul even rarer than a free soul?!”

Angela could hardly believe it. After all her relentless bad luck, she had stumbled across an incredibly rare soul for her blessing ritual.

If she could harness this soul, then maybe—just maybe—she could finally expel the wraith lurking in her left arm.

Angela put down the dagger and flashed a sweet smile, trying to look harmless.

Then she straightened up, extended both hands, and began to chant.

George was still dazed by the sudden appearance of his brother’s head on his shoulder. Hearing the melodic voice, he instinctively looked up, along with David.

Standing opposite them was a cute little girl with outstretched arms. “Come here, it’s too dangerous outside. Come to big sister—I’ll protect you.”

George suddenly felt like she was so kind, and that where he stood now was terribly dangerous—as if he could die at any moment.

He slowly began to move toward Angela, inching closer. Even one of his feet lifted out of his body and took a step forward.

But David wasn’t bewitched like George. He only felt that the pretty lady before them was terrifying—just like the demons in horror stories from their village, beautiful faces hiding monsters.

“Brother, don’t go!”

But having only just merged into George’s body, David lacked any strength and couldn’t stop him. He could only watch in panic and helplessness as his brother gradually separated from his body and drifted toward the evil woman.

George’s soul was nearly completely detached now, with only the thinnest thread still linking him to his body. Angela’s eyes gleamed brighter by the second.

But then—

A hand suddenly reached out from the void and clamped onto George’s face, shoving him back into his body with one powerful strike!

“Sit tight!”

Under Saul’s gaze, David’s head made a quick shhht sound as it retracted back into George’s skull.

Just moments earlier, Saul had tried stepping out, but Angela and the others couldn’t see him. It was like he existed in another space, watching through a screen.

Only when he reached out in desperation did one hand finally pierce the veil and enter their world.

“Who?! Dammit, who is it this time?!” Angela’s pleasant expression twisted in fury. The constant interruptions were enough to make her heart explode with rage.

George’s soul had been just one step away from fully detaching and becoming hers. But then, out of nowhere, a hand shoved him back.

It wasn’t just like a duck flying away right before a meal.

It was like someone forcefully pried open her throat and yanked the duck out after she’d already swallowed it!

Angela glared in the direction the hand had come from, and without hesitation, cast Strike Undead.

Whoever was meddling—kill them. Then she could crack open George and harvest his soul. She still had another chance.

Just as Saul stood up, he felt a powerful wave of magic surge behind him. He instinctively dove aside, but the black spell light still pierced his left ribs.

However, neither of them expected what happened next—though his body had a small hole, a surge of potent soul energy rushed out and instantly closed the wound.

Then Saul felt it again—hunger.

“It’s that thing I just ate… it’s replenishing my energy. What the hell was in that candle conduit?”

Looking back, whatever Saul devoured in his semi-mad state seemed to carry not only intense malice, but also a strange energy.

Which was why the Zero Tier Strike Undead, a bane to souls, had barely hurt him at all.

The injury healed before he could even treat it!

Saul turned around, staring at the one hand he’d used to reach through. He could feel how different it was from the rest of his body.

Clearly, he stood in this world now—Angela’s spell could hurt him, after all, but she still couldn’t see him.

As he studied the peculiarity of that arm, Saul slowly began to grasp its secrets.

He dodged two more of Angela’s attacks and became increasingly sure of his theory.

With a ripple like water, his full figure finally appeared before Angela.

But just before that, he mimicked the sensation of turning into an octopus and altered his appearance. After all, when his soul left his body, he wasn’t exactly wearing Saul’s face.

“S-Saul?”

Seeing his form clearly, Angela’s twisted expression turned into blank shock.

She clutched her chest with her left hand and instinctively stepped back.

“I—I didn’t know it was you…” she stammered, accidentally slipping into formal speech.

Saul glanced at another corpse on the ground. As expected, its head had been processed into a Corpse Flower, only the limbs remained untouched.

“So the previous Corpse Flowers were your handiwork?” Saul asked.

Angela was about to bite her lip, but then remembered that this man before her had zero interest in beauty. She could only answer honestly, “Yes.”

Now that a second person knew, Angela didn’t care if there was a third or fourth.

As long as the mentor didn’t pursue it, the matter remained an open secret.

Facing such shameless honesty, Saul was briefly speechless.

Dead bodies in the Wizard Tower?

Pretty common. Saul himself had done live experiments, so he had no right to play the righteous judge.

But still…

“George is my friend. I’m taking him with me.”

(End of Chapter)