Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 236: The Dead Wizard’s Diary Rank

Saul agreed to attend the gathering, and Lokai readily stepped aside to make way.

Although the corridor of the East Tower was actually quite spacious, yielding the path was still a clear sign of his stance.

The Mutual Aid Society was deliberately trying to win Saul over.

“No doubt it’s because of those rumors again. But that guy Lokai… he might not really be acting out of fear of the Tower Master.” Saul didn’t feel smug about it. He hurried back to the second storeroom.

That young administrator was still sitting inside his belly, after all. If he got back too late, who knew what might happen.

After safely passing through the bronze gates, Saul moved quickly through the empty corridor.

When he passed through the room outside the storeroom—the one stacked with crates—he suddenly stopped.

He didn’t know why, but it felt like someone was watching him.

Saul glanced around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. But when he activated a semi-immersive meditation technique, that feeling of being watched vanished completely.

He furrowed his brows slightly, then headed straight into the storeroom.

Shortly after Saul went inside, a black shadow dripped from the ceiling.

“His mental strength is getting sharper. Looks like I can’t keep tailing him this way anymore.” Yura touched her lips, then melted into a pool of black slime and slipped through the stone floor beneath her.

Inside the storeroom, just as Saul was closing the door, his eyes drifted—seemingly unintentionally—up to the ceiling.

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Then he passed through the crowd of corpses and rows of towering shelves. Bathed in white candlelight, he calmly walked up to the lab table.

The messaging pen was quiet again today. His mentor hadn’t assigned him any tasks.

He wondered if things were this laid-back when Kujin used to work here.

Saul pulled out a chair and sat down. He took out a new First Tier spell he’d been studying and began analyzing the composite runes it used.

But after a short while, he found himself staring off into space.

Where others couldn’t see, Saul’s diary had already floated out.

Then the tip of his right index finger began to turn white, then transparent, gradually elongating and moving closer to the diary.

This was an idea Saul got from Little Algae—partially transforming his soul body into a tentacle shape, which greatly improved both flexibility and "feeding" efficiency.

But even in this form, he still couldn’t touch the diary.

Unable to touch the locator, unable to grasp how it worked—this had kept Saul from turning the diary into his own locator.

That said, after reading the new book How to Choose the Locator That’s Right for You these past few days, he’d gotten some inspiration.

If he wanted to turn the diary into his personal locator, he first needed a deeper, more stable connection with it.

And second, he needed to reassess his own positioning.

He had ideas for both, but there were still a few things he hadn’t gotten his hands on yet. Otherwise, he’d have already started experimenting.

Back to the present, After Saul extended a wisp of soul body from his fingertip, it approached the diary and began feeding it energy.

“There’s a nice bit of soul awareness here. Old pal Diary, mind holding onto it for me for a while?”

Just as he had that thought, the diary seemed to react to something and flipped open with a rustle to the last blackened pages.

Then Saul felt a force connect with his soul body, along with a signal.

It wasn’t a word or sentence, just a vague conceptual impulse—l, but Saul somehow understood it instinctively.

[Requesting initiation of consciousness transfer.]

“Whoa!” Saul blinked. “This is giving off sci-fi vibes all of a sudden.”

Still, since that mental signal was being interpreted through Saul’s own understanding, the phrasing might just be influenced by the sci-fi terms floating around in his memory. It was probably still rooted in magic at its core.

“Actually, communicating like this isn’t half bad,” he rubbed his nose. “Begin transfer—targeting… Oh right, I don’t even know his name. Just limit it to the young administrator’s consciousness.”

Right after that, the force linking to Saul’s soul body started exerting a gentle pull.

Saul was still wondering if it might be too weak when suddenly, a new blackened page appeared in the diary.

[Wh–Where is this place?]

A shaky, messy line of white characters appeared on the new page.

Saul replied mentally, “This is where I’m keeping you for now. You might be here for a while… Are you scared of the dark?”

[Not scared.]

Following the rules, the white letters first responded to Saul’s question, then asked their own.

[But this place is strange. I can’t feel the passage of time. And every time I answer your questions, I can feel my soul energy draining away.]

Saul’s eyes flickered slightly.

This young administration was the first soul consciousness to notice that. Was it because he’d been a wraith for a long time, or did he have something special about him?

“Yes. Not just answering, even thinking consumes your energy—until your consciousness fades away completely.”

[……]

Even six dots couldn’t express the complicated emotions the young administration felt right now.

And the fact that he could even write six dots was probably thanks to the diary deliberately translating it into something Saul could understand.

[You tricked me. You never planned to let me go. I really did bet on the wrong thing.]

The blackened page trembled faintly, as if the young administrator’s consciousness was about to dissipate.

Saul quickly explained, “I didn’t mean to trick you. I’ll replenish your energy later—I won’t let you fade.”

Though “replenishing the black page” was just an empty promise for now, Saul was confident he’d be able to do it in the near future.

Seeing the page settle again, Saul couldn’t help but shake his head. So easy to fool.

“But you really should’ve been more careful. You didn’t set up any countermeasures at all, just let me capture you like that.”

[I couldn’t leave. I had no time. The only thing I could do was try to take you down with me if you broke your promise. But now, even that’s out of reach.]

He’d opened his eyes only to find himself inside the diary, forced to answer Saul’s every question, completely unable to resist. He couldn’t even self-destruct.

The power Saul used to bind him was far beyond anything he could have imagined.

In fact, even Saul still didn’t know what level the Dead Wizard’s Diary really belonged to.

Gorsa, a genuine Second Rank wizard, couldn’t sense the diary at all. Kira and Kismet had never noticed anything strange about Saul’s left shoulder either.

Ralph, who’d once obsessively chased the diary, believed that possessing it would allow him to become a Fourth Rank wizard.

If the diary really was on par with a Fourth Rank wizard, that would make sense.

But the more Saul interacted with the diary, the more he could sense its immense power.

Fourth Rank might not even be its limit!

Thinking along those lines, it was only natural that a mere wraith like the young administration couldn’t mount any resistance at all and became the diary’s servant in every way.

Though Saul could use the diary’s power to enslave him, forcing him to answer every question, he didn’t see any point in making their relationship that rigid.

Rational communication and a bit of respect could encourage more initiative from the consciousness sealed in the diary.

“Now that you’re truly out of options, you should understand I don’t need to lie to you anymore.” Saul continued to soothe him, “Don’t worry. I just need you to stay here for a few years. As long as you behave, I’ll let you out later. That promise of freedom after a hundred years still stands.”

The white letters hesitated for a while, but ultimately chose to yield.

After all, he didn’t have a choice.

[I understand. During this time, I will do my best to serve you.]

He didn’t bother saying anything like “I hope you keep your word.”

No point.

[Let me reintroduce myself. I was a Second Rank wizard in life, but due to a bloodline issue, I was hunted down and had to abandon my real name. But for convenience, you can call me Agu.]

Death Wizard’s Diary: Signal transmitting… Accept transmission?

(End of Chapter)