Diary of a Dead Wizard
Chapter 423: Smash It

That pleading sob — "Please, kill me" — had just rung out when Yura, standing behind Gorsa, began to tremble.

Saul and Gudo's expressions instantly turned grim.

At first, the voice seemed to come from atop the head.

But as the sobbing continued, Saul actually felt as though the voice was coming from his own mouth.

Even more terrifying, he gradually felt a kind of imprisoned constraint.

He tried his best to steady his breathing, without forcibly resisting the pressure pressing in on his body from the outside.

Lady Yura had indeed been a Second Rank wizard before her death. Just one malicious sob from her could affect him this much.

“I’m already a True Wizard, and I still feel this uncomfortable. Is the gap between First and Second Rank Wizards really this huge?”

“Urgh!”

Gudo suddenly gagged beside him, but right after, he raised a hand and wiped. Actually wiping his mouth away.

Where his mouth had once been was now a blank, empty patch.

After doing that, Gudo glanced at Saul in surprise.

He could tell Saul was also affected, but clearly in better shape than himself.

That left Gudo slightly incredulous.

Saul noticed Gudo’s surprise, but he didn’t bother to explain anything.

That pressure from Lady Yura had come so suddenly that his body had instinctively reacted before he could adjust, and Gudo had seen it.

So rather than explain, he might as well let Gudo fill in the blanks himself.

What truly worried Saul now was that Gorsa’s condition seemed to destabilize following that single sob.

The gaping hole in his chest hadn’t healed after removing the half a head. It was just exposed there, gaping wide. Inside, it was pitch black. Though it wasn’t bleeding, it emitted a foul, rotting stench.

Gorsa squinted his eyes now, as though he hadn’t heard the sobbing, and extended the index finger of his left hand, directly inserting it into the top of Kongsha’s head.

When he gently pulled his finger out, the tip brought forth a black, viscous gelatinous mass.

As more and more of the black substance was drawn out, the crying grew louder and clearer.

Behind Gorsa, Yura’s trembling intensified.

When the black mass had grown to over a person’s height, Gorsa gave his finger a light flick.

That gelatinous blob suddenly began to elongate and reshape, transforming into the form of a petite woman. Then the black hue faded, revealing a beautiful face.

Watching from the side, Saul couldn’t help but rapidly shift his gaze back and forth between Yura and the newly emerged woman.

Because the woman who had been pulled from Kongsha’s head looked exactly like the face Yura had once revealed!

Could it be that the Yura Saul had always thought he knew… wasn’t the real Lady Yura?

The next moment, Gorsa gently said, “Vini, come here.”

“I won’t!!!” In that instant, the original Yura, or rather, Vini, suddenly screamed in defiance.

“You’re not going to sacrifice me just to revive Yura!!!”

Gorsa turned his head, since Vini was still behind him, he rotated his head a full 270 degrees, and repeated again, “Vini, come here.”

“I won’t!!! I won’t!!!” Vini clutched where her ears would have been and kept backing away.

Gorsa let out a soft sigh, with a faint tremble barely perceptible in his voice. He raised his left hand, palm facing the retreating Vini now at the edge of the gray barrier.

A beam of light, as thick as a finger, shot from his palm and instantly pierced through Vini’s abdomen.

“AHHHHH!!!” Vini let out a pained and piercing scream.

But she had no way to resist Gorsa’s actions. Like a bird skewered by an arrow, she could only be dragged back helplessly as the hunter reeled her in with his bowstring.

Her shrill scream grew louder and louder as she was pulled by the beam of light toward Gorsa.

Just then, as Saul watched silently, he suddenly heard a familiar ancient incantation.

“Smash it!”

Saul froze. He turned his head toward Gudo and saw to his shock that Gudo had suddenly slammed his potion onto the ground.

“It was him!” Saul was stunned, but he didn’t follow suit.

The command in the hidden tongue, the instant it entered Saul’s mind, was absorbed completely by the diary.

The mark originally planted in his mental realm merely flickered faintly, without exerting any real effect on his consciousness or actions.

On the other side, Gudo, who had already smashed the potion he held onto the ground, shattering the glass container into countless shards, now stared in surprise at Saul, who stood motionless.

“You're... unharmed?” Gudo's face still lacked a mouth—his voice was instead coming from somewhere around his abdomen.

Saul held the potion tightly in his hand, staring at Gudo with full vigilance.

After Gudo shattered the glass container, the potion inside spilled all over the ground.

But since both the timing and method of infusion were incorrect, the magic formation beneath Gudo’s feet only emitted a faint glow, never actually activating.

Gorsa, who had just pulled Vini back to his side, naturally also saw what Gudo did.

His silver eyes narrowed to slits, his voice turning cold.

“Gudo…”

But before Gorsa could finish speaking, the shattered glass on the ground suddenly began to melt like ice in water.

Seeing this, Saul immediately raised both hands to shield the potion in his palms.

This spherical container had something wrong with it too!

Gudo’s real intent behind the command “Smash it!” wasn’t to destroy the potion and halt Gorsa’s experiment.

The true target was the container itself!

Originally, this container had been prepared by Saul. But during the potion’s preparation, he had to fully concentrate, and Gorsa couldn’t possibly keep his attention fixed on a single glass vessel on the table the entire time.

This spherical container had clearly been switched at some point.

Gorsa instantly understood as well. The beam of light that had been piercing through Vini’s abdomen suddenly disappeared, and with a flick of his hand, another beam—like a lethal arrow—shot straight toward Gudo.

Gudo’s eyes widened. In the instant he saw the beam, it had already pierced cleanly through his chest.

But before Gorsa could enact any further punishment, the barrier surrounding Gudo began to change—the gray hue abruptly turning transparent, as though something was absorbing the color.

People on both sides of the barrier could now see each other clearly.

The first figure to appear behind the now-transparent barrier was Rum.

And his formerly sludgy, bloated flesh—had vanished.

Saul’s heart pounded wildly. “No… it hasn’t vanished. It’s been compressed onto his body!”

Rum now appeared as a 300-pound man—still obese, but clearly shrinking in size.

His bulk was being compacted inward, gradually transforming into a suit of hardened plate armor.

The moment he locked eyes with Gorsa, Rum grinned savagely. Two slender, three-jointed arms suddenly stabbed through the mouths of the two obese apprentice boys standing beside him.

The two apprentices offered no resistance, letting Rum’s hands enter through their mouths and exit through between their legs.

Blood, thick with fat, instantly spurted outward, but the next second, that fat reversed direction, defying gravity, flowing back inward.

The bodies of the fat apprentices shrank as if vacuum-sealed—compressed by unseen force.

In just two to three seconds, each had been reduced to a muscular, normal-thickness three-jointed arm.

Letting out a vicious cackle, Rum, who had once been a walking mound of flesh, had now transformed into a hulking brute weighing around 200 pounds.

His muscle mass was even more exaggerated than any bodybuilder Saul had seen in his previous life, glistening with a faint oily sheen, and appearing even tougher than stone in motion.

He wore no clothing, but the armor-like fat encasing his frame now shielded every vital spot.

With a single step forward, he drove both hands deep into the semi-transparent barrier. Once embedded, he began to violently shake it, clearly trying to tear the entire thing apart.

And with that, the whole barrier—including the gray half still surrounding Saul—began to tremble and shake.

Gorsa snorted coldly. His left hand still gripped Vini’s head, while his right hand aimed at the radically transformed Rum and fired a beam the thickness of a human head.

The beam tore through the transparent barrier effortlessly and slammed into Rum’s body.

But all it left was a fist-sized crater in Rum’s torso.

Though yellowish fat began to seep from the wound, it did nothing to impede Rum’s movement.

Rum raised his head and met Gorsa’s gaze.

His eyes were filled with madness.

(End of Chapter)