Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 204: Second Rank

Saul dreamed that he had fallen into the ocean, thrashing desperately with a clumsy dog paddle to stay afloat.

Even though he was utterly exhausted, even though his limbs were numb, he never once thought about giving up.

But the seawater was bone-chilling, and wave after wave crashed over him, dragging him beneath the surface. The pain of suffocation spread from his lungs to every inch of his body.

“I can’t sink!” Only one thought remained in Saul’s mind. “I must survive!”

The more he felt the threat of death, the stronger his will to live became.

As Saul continued struggling against the waves, a golden page suddenly appeared before him, floating peacefully amidst the storm.

“A page?” Saul stared at it in surprise.

Though he’d never seen a golden page before, his instincts—honed from possessing the Dead Wizard’s Diary—told him it was something good.

A lifeline in his time of peril.

Saul pushed against the crashing waves once more, paddling furiously toward the page.

Finally, with a rise of the sea, his fingers caught the edge of the golden page.

Though golden in color, the page wasn’t cold or metallic. It felt soft to the touch.

Yet as Saul pressed down on it to lift himself, the page—despite its softness—proved solid and supported his full weight.

With both arms, he heaved himself onto the page, finally escaping the deadly, frigid waters.

He lay there limply, gasping. “Where is this place? I can’t feel any magic. Did I travel to another world again?”

Saul spread out his mental power to probe his surroundings.

The feedback was hazy and indistinct—he couldn’t even sense the golden page through his mental perception.

“Doesn’t feel like a different world… more like a dream.” He calmed down.

Looking around at the endless deep blue, almost black sea, and the pale, cloudless sky above, Saul felt a twinge of melancholy.

“How do I get back to the real world?” No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he felt a sudden tremor beneath him.

He quickly lowered his center of gravity and grabbed the edge of the golden page.

The next moment, the page shot upward like a reckless elevator, rocketing toward the sun at a terrifying speed.

As it soared, the sun above grew ever closer.

Saul looked up and realized it didn’t look like the sun.

It looked more like… an exit?

The brightness intensified sharply, and Saul instinctively shut his eyes.

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When he opened them again, he jolted awake—only to find himself being carried on someone’s back at a full sprint.

The person carrying him had a small mushroom growing from the top of their head. The mushroom looked a bit wilted, swaying with every step.

It was the coachman who’d stayed outside waiting for him.

Just then, a black tentacle reached into view.

The tip of the tentacle split open like a shark’s mouth, and a tongue of the same dark hue licked Saul’s face.

It was cool and damp.

“Little Algae?” Saul reached out and pinched its mouth, watching it sway innocently in his grasp for a few seconds before letting go. “How did I get back?”

The person carrying Saul finally noticed he was awake.

“Young Master!”

It was indeed his coachman, the one with the mushroom sprouting from his head.

Saul patted his shoulder and motioned to be let down.

“You saved me?” Saul couldn’t quite believe it.

The coachman shook his head repeatedly. “I just saw the manor collapse and came to check on you. I found you unconscious on the ground. Afraid it was dangerous, I carried you out.”

Saul jumped down, inspecting himself. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong.

He turned to look behind and saw they had indeed left the manor.

The once-grand castle had crumbled into ruins, and the overwhelming soul storm that had blotted out the sky had vanished without a trace.

“Was it the diary that saved me? That golden page was about the same size as the pages inside…” Saul looked suspiciously toward his left shoulder, where the diary still floated silently.

Between its closed pages, he caught a faint glimpse of gold.

Just as he was about to investigate further, he suddenly sensed someone watching him.

He turned sharply toward the direction of the Ralph Manor—and saw a familiar figure at the gate.

It was Victor.

“So he’s alive after all.” Saul wasn’t surprised in the least.

But after surviving that bizarre soul storm, Saul now viewed him with even greater wariness.

Victor stood under the only intact part of the gate, staring intently at Saul. His harp was nowhere to be seen.

Then, he stepped forward—quickening his pace as he approached Saul.

“Run!” Saul didn’t want anything to do with this shady guy. He shouted to the coachman and bolted in the opposite direction.

But the footsteps behind them grew louder and faster. The da-da-da-da beat echoed in Saul’s chest like a drum.

“This Victor guy is definitely connected to that soul storm somehow…”

“Next time, I need to carry at least two trump cards with me,” Saul gritted his teeth.

The diary gave no hints. He didn’t know if it was broken or if he truly wasn’t in any danger.

Just as the two of them reached the fence at the end of the road, a glint of light flashed in Saul’s eyes.

In the next second, accompanied by a whooshing sound, a massive sword—over ten meters long—slammed into the ground behind them!

The earth split open, and an abandoned building on the other side began to crumble from the shockwave.

The tremor flung both Saul and the coachman to the ground.

Saul rolled the moment he hit the dirt.

His first reaction was to check Victor.

Victor looked just as startled. The giant sword had landed barely a few centimeters away from him—clearly aimed in his direction.

But instead of immediately reacting to the sword’s owner, Victor glanced at Saul.

There was something in that look—a hint of scrutiny, as if he were confirming something.

Then, Victor backed away again.

Another enormous sword crashed down on the very spot he’d just vacated.

This time, it hit with even more force, burying two-thirds of its blade in the earth.

Then came the screech of an eagle.

A massive bird dove toward the ground, then pulled up sharply before impact.

Just before it soared away again, a tall, slender figure leapt from its back.

It was a woman with short, cropped golden hair.

The moment she landed, she placed both hands on the two swords embedded in the ground.

The once-rigid blades instantly turned to a liquid mercury-like substance, reformed in her hands, and solidified again—this time as two three-meter-long greatswords.

Though clearly heavy and too large for normal warriors to wield, the woman swung them effortlessly like they were toys.

Saul recognized her.

She was Kira, the most powerful wizard currently in the Kema.

At first, he just thought she looked familiar. But after a moment, he remembered—she was the Second Rank Wizard who had visited the Wizard Tower two years ago.

She’d left a strong impression, especially since she’d dared speak bluntly even to the Tower Master.

Now, two years later, she felt even more formidable.

Kira didn’t even glance at Saul. She raised both swords, pointing them at Victor—ready to strike at any moment.

She looked more like a warrior than a wizard.

Victor had just retreated to a distance of three meters.

As Kira leveled her blades, one of the sword tips came dangerously close to his face.

He arched his brow and took two more steps back.

A sign of yielding, perhaps.

If it were Saul, he wouldn’t attack a mysterious opponent right away, either.

But Kira was clearly a different breed.

Seeing Victor retreat, she didn’t lower her sword.

Her body radiated killing intent as she barked coldly, “A Second Rank Wizard entering another Second Rank Wizard’s territory without permission can be considered an act of war.”

Battle Maniac Wizard Kira.

(End of Chapter)