Diary of a Dead Wizard

Chapter 64: Senior, I Got You a Gift

Sid was caught off guard, staggering backward from the punch to his face. A warm trickle of blood immediately ran from his nose.

He looked up in shock, stunned to see someone who absolutely shouldn’t be here.

“Byron? Why haven’t you left the tower?”

“Byron?” Even Kongsha looked surprised as she stepped down from the teleportation platform, subtly giving the fallen Saul a nudge with her foot.

“Yeah.” Faced with their questions, Byron only nodded slightly.

Well, no point asking him anything.

Sid instantly realized he’d been ambushed. There was no escape.

This guy was ruthless to others—and to himself.

He suddenly raised the Elf Figurine in his hand and smashed it hard against the wall.

Byron and Kongsha stared at the statue, their expressions changing instantly.

The fragile Elf Figurine cracked in half from the impact.

The head rolled off, spinning across the floor.

The statue was only a finger’s width thick, hollow inside—completely empty.

Yet, it felt like something was there.

As the statue shattered, silence fell over the morgue.

“You’re… completely insane!” Even Kongsha lost her seductive charm, glaring at Sid with venom in her eyes.

“Hm? Hm!!” Byron finally realized what Sid had been holding. His brows furrowed deeply.

The hand Sid used to hold the remaining half of the figurine instantly withered and shriveled, like that of an eighty-year-old man.

He hunched over, chest heaving, his eyes darting between Kongsha and Byron.

“The moment you ambushed me, I knew there’d be no reconciliation today. So if that’s how it is, then we all go down together!”

Sid raised the statue and walked toward Kongsha.

Kongsha’s eyes spun rapidly, and in the end, she actually stepped aside, exposing the unconscious Saul behind her.

Sid now looked like a walking bomb, forcing two powerful Second Rank apprentices to hold back.

When Byron tried to approach, Sid immediately raised his hand again, forcing him to retreat once more.

Just like that, Sid maneuvered the two of them around, until he ended up beside Saul while Byron and Kongsha stood at the doorway.

“You think you’re getting out of here?” After a long silence, Kongsha finally spoke. “With the Elf Figurine’s power leaking, none of us can use our mental bodies. But you holding onto it—you’ll fall into an illusion sooner or later, even if you don’t move. Then we can easily kill you.”

“Sorry,” Sid grinned savagely, “my family has knight heritage. Without spells, you can’t stop me! Don’t come any closer!”

He barked at Byron again, stopping him in his tracks.

Right now, Sid looked a mess—face covered in blood, a gaping hole in his stomach.

But he was feeling triumphant. For the first time, he had forced two strong opponents to back off.

He stared at the two of them, slowly crouching next to Saul.

The little servant boy beside them wasn’t moving—probably dead.

Sid reached out to feel for a pulse. Nothing.

He’s really dead!

“Grandfather,” Sid screamed inwardly, “do you see this? I’m the real hope of the family! The Diary of Dead Wizard, you’ve searched so long for is almost in my hands! Hahaha!”

Seeing Sid’s strange expression, Byron stepped forward again.

“Don’t move!”

Though excited, Sid remained alert. As soon as Byron moved, he threatened him again.

“Come any closer and I’ll show you what a hallucination feels like. You think Kongsha won’t strike while you’re stuck in one?”

But before Sid finished his sentence, he suddenly felt something slam into his gut, right into his open wound. The pain was blinding.

He looked down in alarm and saw that Saul, who had appeared motionless, had somehow gotten up and was shoving something into the hole in his belly. It was as thick as a fist and about the length of a palm.

“Senior!” Saul grinned wide, his mouth and teeth stained black. With his left hand, he shoved the thing deeper. “Here’s a gift!”

Furious and in pain, Sid swung a punch at Saul.

Saul tried to block with his left arm, but still got sent flying.

Even as he crashed to the ground, Saul looked thrilled. He turned his head and shouted to Byron and Kongsha, “Get down!”

Sid panicked, trying to dig the thing out of his stomach, but it was jammed tight between chunks of ice…

BOOM!!!!!!

The explosion wasn’t nearly as loud as expected—more of a dull thud.

That startled Saul.

“Crap, did Keli sell me a fake?”

His back slammed hard against the floor, but he strained his neck to look at Sid.

Seeing the result, Saul finally exhaled in relief.

The grenade—no, the Ironfire blast—wasn’t explosive in the traditional sense. It seemed all its power had been compressed, focusing entirely on the target.

Sid was blown in half. Both his upper and lower body were pierced from within by iron shards.

“This Ironfire is amazing. Definitely a wizard tool!”

Not a single shard was wasted—Sid seemed to fall into a pile of iron cacti at this moment.

His mouth opened, and blood mixed with iron dust dripped to the floor with a clear, metallic clink.

Sid never expected that after threatening two Second Rank apprentices, he’d be taken down by a servant boy.

“You… how… weren’t cursed…”

That was what puzzled Sid most.

But Saul gave no explanation. He simply backed away in silence.

Sid collapsed to the floor, eyes still fixed on Saul.

Then, a thick, hardcover book suddenly appeared before him. It was so close—he could reach it if he tried.

Sid’s eyes went wide.

Kongsha, Byron, Saul, the tower, his grandfather…

None of it mattered anymore.

All he could see was that book—that red leather-bound book!

“Mine!” he mouthed silently, reaching for it.

But he grabbed only air.

His hand passed right through it. Again and again, until it finally dropped to the floor.

Saul looked at Sid, puzzled. The guy was grabbing at empty air, not even bothering with final words.

Nervously, Saul glanced at his own left shoulder.

The diary still floated quietly there.

All good!

He stood up and spat out the foul black blood in his mouth. “Peh! Senior Kongsha, Senior Byron—he’s really dead now, right?”

Byron stepped forward first, bent down to check carefully, and nodded. “Yeah.”

Kongsha didn’t move right away. She first picked up the Elf Figurine Sid had smashed and sealed the two halves in a small box.

Only then did she sigh in relief, the terrifying eyeballs finally retracting.

“If you really want to be sure he’s dead, that’s easy,” she said as she walked over, tossing a saw from the console toward Saul. “Cut off the head. Dead or not, that’ll do it.”

Saul was very practiced at this. Byron wasn’t exactly new to it either.

A screeching noise rang out, blood splattering.

Saul placed Sid’s severed head in a box, wrapped it in pale yellow leather, and handed it to Kongsha.

She accepted it and let out a long breath. “Good. With you killing Sid, we’ve got an even stronger case for justified retaliation.”

One of her eyeballs floated up from the milky liquid and swiveled to look at Saul. Kongsha smiled suddenly.

“But I’m really curious now—why exactly was Sid so determined to kill you?”

Saul had already prepared a story.

“A few months back, when I was still a servant, I caught Sid stealing something in the library. He attacked me on the spot. I was badly injured, but survived. Ever since, he’s been worried I’d talk, and tried to kill me a few times.”

Saul had once considered using what Sid knew about Kongsha stealing brains to tie her and himself together, but Kongsha quickly saw through it and threatened him.

Now that Sid had risked the illusions just to kill Saul, of course Kongsha was suspicious again.

So Saul told the truth—everything that a bystander could have witnessed.

Except for the Diary of a Dead Wizard.

That, only Saul could see.

(End of Chapter)