Diary of a Dead Wizard

Chapter 940: Reaching the End

The diary warned that as long as Saul was seen by the Abyssal Eye, he would completely disappear from this world.

But what if the Abyssal Eye couldn't see him?

Therefore, Saul immediately used all his strength to activate the star-shaped eyes within his body.

Those eyes had been confined for three years. Once unleashed, they eagerly competed to emerge from Saul's consciousness space.

As Saul had expected, the star-shaped eyes fearlessly stared back at the rift without any sign of being pulled into it.

After a long staring contest, that rift finally disappeared from the seabed.

Only then did Saul retract the eyes covering his body's surface.

However, this time the eyes had been out for a longer period, making it somewhat troublesome to push them back one by one.

After nearly an hour, Saul finally completely recovered.

After waking up, he no longer looked at Saul, silently sitting cross-legged on the seabed with his back turned, raising his head to gaze at the sea surface as if looking up at the starry sky.

"Wizard Murphy, let's go up," Saul felt somewhat embarrassed. He now had a rough idea of what he looked like when he manifested the star-shaped eyes.

It was truly unsightly.

Commonly known as "an eyesore."

Of course, he was more afraid that when Wizard Murphy turned around, his face would also be covered with eyes.

However, Wizard Murphy was after all a fourth-rank wizard. When he heard Saul's voice and turned around, his body showed no signs of mischievous star-shaped eyes.

Just as Saul was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was choked by Murphy's next words.

"I can't go up anymore." Murphy's voice was very calm.

Saul's bone head swayed blankly twice. "Are you injured? Or is there a problem with your soul body?"

Murphy spread his hands, letting Saul see his lower body.

From the waist down, Murphy had already turned into grayish-white rock.

Earlier he had also transformed into a silvery-white soft substance, but at that time he was full of aggression. Now his grayish-white body revealed a heavy aura of death.

"Saul, I have reached the end."

The gray light in Saul's eye sockets flickered.

"I am already very, very old."

"But you are now a fourth-rank wizard, nearly immortal."

"If I wanted immortality, perhaps I could achieve it, but my path has come to an end. If I continued living, I would be nothing more than a sturdy shell."

Saul half-crouched down so Murphy wouldn't have to look up at him. "But the Sighing Wall still needs you."

"If not for the Sighing Wall, I wouldn't have forced myself to persist until now. Although this anchor point appeared rather abruptly, it's better than if it had appeared after my departure. At that time, even if I wanted to protect Far North City, I would have no way to do so. Saul, I have been forcing myself to hold on for many years."

Saul had nothing to say.

Indeed, even Glare Family Patriarch Norton had reached his end. How could Wizard Murphy, who was even older than Norton and had been using all his strength to support the Sighing Wall, not be tired?

The path to advancing to fifth rank in this world had been sealed. Fourth-rank wizards who couldn't advance wandered day after day through their known knowledge.

But the stronger they became, the more they understood their existing knowledge. Yet the more they understood, the more they discovered that knowledge they once thought crystal clear would become strange at specific times, seeming somehow wrong, yet they couldn't pinpoint what was amiss.

It was like being imprisoned in a small, dark room, clearly knowing there was a vast world outside, yet being unable to find a way out.

Because the door to the outside world had already been sealed shut.

Only at this moment did Saul finally understand why the Stargate Council, regardless of the dangers in the outside world, insisted on launching the Stargate Project.

They were like people in a sealed room who had discovered a hole. Through that hole, they saw a glimmer of light.

This single ray of light was enough to inspire infinite longing for the outside world, so even if they crashed until their heads were bloody, even if they wore their flesh raw, they would force themselves to squeeze through that hole.

"Is there anything you need me to do?" Saul asked softly.

Since Murphy already knew his time was near, he should have made arrangements long ago. He didn't believe Murphy would just watch his life's work—the Sighing Wall—turn to nothing in the next black tide.

"No need, I've actually already made arrangements." As Murphy spoke, his face showed some guilt. "In the end, I was willful just once."

Saul didn't understand. Could dying without struggle at life's end also be considered willful?

Was Wizard Murphy being too strict with himself?

Murphy smiled wearily. "You'll understand."

Having said that, he closed his eyes. "I should fight alongside my old friends now."

The moment Wizard Murphy closed his eyes, the grayish-white color from his lower body rapidly spread upward. When he finished his last word, the petrification had already expanded to his lips, then his nose, eyes, and forehead.

In just a few breaths, this Wizard Murphy who had supported the Sighing Wall for over a hundred years completely turned into a stone statue.

But the changes didn't stop there.

The ground beneath his feet rose up, absorbing nearby foundation soil and rapidly growing taller.

Saul, standing beside him, was pushed up together until they approached the sea surface. Standing up, Saul could touch the air with his raised hand.

Then Wizard Murphy's corpse also began to change.

His body continuously deformed and expanded, gradually losing its original human shape and becoming a cylindrical stone sculpture with an unsmooth exterior.

The stone sculpture that Murphy had become continued to enlarge and grow, soon breaking through the sea surface.

"This is... a wizard tower?!"

Saul could no longer suppress his shock, following the rising stone sculpture as it flew out of the sea.

The cylindrical stone sculpture continued changing its form, gradually taking on the appearance of a wizard tower. However, its outer layer was full of wrinkles, like Wizard Murphy's weathered skin.

The sea surface had somehow returned to calm. The black tide that should have lasted several days was now nowhere to be seen. The pollution concentration in the air had also returned to the level from a month before the black tide's arrival.

It was as if Saul had only experienced a little over an hour on the seabed, while several days had passed on the sea surface.

"Saul!" Maria's voice transmission came from far to near, her figure also growing from small to large, finally standing before Saul.

She recognized Saul's black bone form and his mental power fluctuations.

Seeing Maria approach, Saul quickly grew muscle and skin to conceal the anchor point on his left hand.

"Saul, I just received a message from Haili saying that an insurmountable enemy had appeared here. But before I could arrive, the black tide suddenly retreated. The black tide monsters left behind also became listless. Did you do something?"

She looked around. "Haili also notified Wizard Murphy. Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Saul looked at Maria and said softly, "Wizard Murphy... he has reached his end."

Maria was stunned, not understanding what Saul meant for a long time.

Or perhaps she didn't want to understand.

Saul understood her feelings, but as wizards guarding the Sighing Wall, there was no time to escape reality.

He placed his hand on the wizard tower wall beside him. "He chose to accompany you all in another way. The original First Wizard Tower was destroyed by the monster. This is the new First Wizard Tower. Although it's wrinkled, it's still solid and sturdy."

Maria's tears immediately began to flow.

(End of Chapter)