Chapter 203: Master

“Over a hundred Magic Crystals… gone in just a few days.”

Saul winced.

Even though he hadn’t used any real Magic Crystals to make that temporary locator—it was all put together from his own materials—the fact that it was now destroyed still pained him.

Brushing the fragments off his clothes, Saul decided to leave the area. But the moment he took a step, he suddenly saw himself collapse to the ground.

Yes, saw, not felt.

The instant he glimpsed his own back hitting the earth, Saul’s heart skipped a beat. The,n realization dawned.

“The locator just broke… and my soul popped right out?” A vague unease stirred in him.

His soul always seemed too eager to leave his body. As a transmigrator, Saul couldn’t help but worry—was his body starting to give up?

Little Algae had no idea what was happening. It only saw its master suddenly fall.

It touched Saul’s forehead with its black tendrils, finding no visible abnormalities. He just seemed… asleep.

This kind of thing had happened before in the Wizard Tower.

But they hadn’t even left the Ralph Estate yet. Was this really the time for a nap?

Completely unable to wake Saul up, Little Algae panicked.

The castle continued to collapse, and now the destruction was starting to spread into the garden. Rocks occasionally flew through the air, landing perilously close to Saul.

Little Algae could easily smack a boulder aside but had no idea how to awaken its master.

While the simple-minded Little Algae flailed in distress, Saul prepared to return to his body the usual way—by mimicking the Human-Monster Movement Diagram.

But the moment he lifted a foot, he noticed something spreading beneath him.

A shadow.

It expanded rapidly, engulfing the grass, the garden, and even his own body…

Was something unimaginably massive behind him?

Saul turned his head as if under compulsion—and saw the source of the shadow.

It was that foam-like twisted soul from the basement.

Now towering like a skyscraper.

“What the hell is this…” Saul couldn’t help his curiosity. The diary hadn’t issued any warnings, so he lingered to observe.

Strangely, even in his soul form, facing this now-enormous anomaly, he no longer heard any whispers.

Just as Saul debated whether to flee or wait for a diary alert, the towering soul form suddenly shattered into countless specks—and began to spin on its own under some unseen force!

The sight felt familiar.

Saul sucked in a breath. He was witnessing a massive soul storm on the surface!

It spun faster and faster, forming a roaring cyclone that looked like it could tear the world apart.

But this terrifying soul storm seemed visible only to Saul. Its fury had no effect on the physical world.

Even the branches just meters away swayed only lightly in the rain.

One side, apocalyptic fury. The other, tranquil serenity.

As if divided by a dimensional wall.

Fragments of soul churned and swirled, some flung outward only to be dragged back in by a powerful pull.

To Saul, those tossed-out and reabsorbed shards looked like drowning people—desperately struggling to stay afloat, only to be swallowed again in silent futility.

A single glance made Saul’s scalp tingle. Even in soul form, he felt the chill of deep winter.

“No matter how this soul storm formed, don’t get curious.” The pull of the storm was strong, but Saul forced himself to remain rational.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Casting aside his curiosity, Saul began to walk.

One step. Two steps. Three steps…

Just as he was about to return to his body, a powerful force yanked him away.

He could only watch helplessly as his physical body grew farther and farther.

His soul rose higher, the plants below shrinking beneath him.

Panic-stricken, Saul looked toward the Death Wizard’s Diary—still no reaction.

“The diary’s not working?” That was the last coherent thought he had—

Before being sucked into the massive soul storm.

The whispers from the basement returned, flooding his mind once more.

And with them came images…

Saul felt himself simultaneously inhabit over a hundred different lives!

Birth, growth, love, hatred, family, war, wealth, death…

In the span of a few breaths, Saul experienced all their joys and their bitter ends.

The avalanche of memories and emotions overwhelmed him.

And his consciousness vanished.

—

Victor held his harp in both hands, standing at the storm’s eye—the only calm amidst the chaos—gazing up at the terrifying spectacle above him.

“So many years have passed… at last, a new page will form,” he murmured with a smile, though the smile never reached his eyes.

“The world of wizards is filled with death… but is anywhere else really any better?”

He lifted his harp and strummed a soft note.

“Fate is fickle, who can guess? The living and the dead shall meet this night…”

No one heard his song in the wind and rain, but someone did notice the disturbance at Ralph Estate.

A hawk’s cry pierced the sky.

Far away, the clouds split apart at the sound!

Victor sensed the shift in the outside world and slowly lowered his harp. “Someone’s coming? The commotion really was too big. But… the timing works out.”

He opened his arms, palms turned upward.

From his hands rose tiny white crystals, floating up above his head to form a dazzling nebula.

The moment the nebula took shape, the raging storm stopped instantly.

Time itself seemed to pause. The massive storm—hundreds of meters tall—suddenly began to compress.

In a blink, the colossal soul storm was drawn into the nebula above Victor’s head.

The nebula spun faster, shifting and changing forms.

Everything happened so quickly that it was like watching time sped up a hundredfold.

Victor, calm and still below, formed a stark contrast to the chaos overhead.

At last, the nebula stopped moving and compressed one final time.

When the radiance faded, a golden page appeared before Victor.

It was only the size of two palms, gold through and through—but instead of metallic coldness, it was as soft and delicate as a baby’s skin.

Victor’s face finally showed genuine joy.

He reached out with both hands, reverent and expectant, to receive the golden page.

But just as the page slowly descended—it shuddered.

Then—vanished!

Gone in a blink, without warning or reason.

Victor was completely stunned.

His handsome face twisted with rage.

A powerful wave of mental energy instantly engulfed the Ralph Estate and everything around it.

The once-grand estate looked like it had weathered centuries in an instant—utterly decrepit.

Even the nearby plants withered and died as if the apocalypse had arrived.

But the devastating mental force came and went quickly.

Victor’s fury turned to suspicion and doubt.

“Strange… the life forms around here are all weak. Nothing strong enough to steal the page…”

No traces of unusual magic or mental power, but that was what made it truly unusual!

“The page couldn’t have vanished for no reason. For it to escape my control… could it be… No, it must be—”

Victor’s mouth opened wide, his eyes bulging. Gone was the elegant air—his face was twisted with wild disbelief.

But he no longer cared about appearances.

“It must be…” His voice trembled. No—his entire body trembled.

“The Master… has returned!”

(End of Chapter)

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