âKismet! DonâtâŠâ Saul released one tentacle that was wrapped around the diary and reached toward Kismet.
Just as his tentacle extended halfway, Kismetâs body suddenly lost all color, transforming from a living person into a pure white sculpture.
His expression was still comfortable and relaxed, with a slight curve at the corners of his mouth.
Every detail was perfectly rendered, lifelike.
The next second, the entire sculpture suddenly scattered. At first the dispersal was fast, but it drastically slowed at one meter distance, as if becoming slow motionâlike the first snow of winter, drifting and swirling down, landing on Saulâs tentacles and eyes, bringing a touch of coolness before disappearing.
Where his torso had been, a silver quill pen now floated quietly.
This quill pen wasnât brightâits down was somewhat disheveled, and the shaft showed several vertical crack marks.
When Saulâs tentacle that had been trying to stop Kismet reached over, the quill pen happened to fall into his tentacle.
It felt cool to the touch, with mysterious essence flowing around this broken quill pen.
The scars on it actually added some mysterious coloring to this silver quill pen.
The moment he grasped the quill pen, Saul sighed in his heart.
Kismetâs consciousness had completely disappeared. What remained here was only a powerful but lifeless magical tool.
Just as he had saidâif it wasnât complete freedom, he didnât want it.
So he didnât even want himself anymore.
As the sigh fell, hundreds of star eyes on Saul instantly glared at Douglas.
That guy Kismet wasnât a good person, but he had called him master!
Saul wrapped the quill pen with his tentacle and brought it before the diary.
The dark red hardcover book opened automatically as if sensing something.
The white threads that had originally connected to Saulâs body reformed into a pure white page.
The golden threads on the book were still connected to the distant Douglas. Because Kismet had just released his grip, Douglasâs figure had already begun to blur, seemingly about to disappear in the blink of an eye.
Saul raised the pen and, in the instant before that blink, wrote Douglasâs name.
Massive lines extended from the flat surface of the diary page, as if trying to construct a new world with the purest lines.
For a moment, the world seemed to become a plane, with all elements becoming individual words on the page.
When these lines connected and transmitted to Douglas, he seemed to transform from a three-dimensional, multi-dimensional life into a simple nameâjust a symbol on paper.
Thread-like lines appeared around Douglasâs name. Seeing these lines, Saul raised the pen and drew across them.
In reality, Douglas, who was about to escape, was suddenly bounced out of the spatial fissure, as if encountering some barrier, or perhaps simply due to magic power failure.
Douglas was intercepted by the diaryâs power.
This was what Kismet meant by âresponsible for catching him.â
So he couldnât escape anymore!
But Saul wanted to go further.
As if self-taught, he released his fate lines that had been restraining Douglas and rewrapped them around those threads belonging to the Dead Wizardâs Diary.
The connection didnât stop. The diaryâs threads continued extending forward.
Straight lines are endless.
They ultimately extended into the circular shadow, with an unstoppable momentum, crossing countless light-years of distance to directly touch Douglasâs main body.
At the same moment, Saulâs fate lines wrapped around the diaryâs straight lines also connected to Douglasâs main body.
The main body hidden in some unknown space originally had countless connections with Douglasâs current body.
This relationship had once been Douglasâs proud masterpiece, but now became Saulâs assistance in completely eliminating him.
Under the combined effect of the diary and fate lines, the main body was uncontrollably pulled into the wizard world and merged with the Douglas before them.
In everyoneâs eyes, it appeared as layer upon layer of shadow outlines, each attaching to Douglasâs body.
Floco, who had been observing from the side, suddenly understood. âThe shadow isnât Douglasâs main body! Itâs thousands upon thousands of avatars! He actually projected these avatarsâ shadows into an overlapping outline, making outsiders think it was just one individual? If Saul hadnât grasped the connection patterns between the avatars, what weâd have pulled over this time would probably just be one of them. The other avatars would still be hiding in endless space, impossible to completely eliminate!â
The knowledge Floco blurted out was already in a realm that many wizards present didnât understand. Even if they heard it, they couldnât comprehend it and could only stare dumbfounded at everything before them, countless exclamation marks arising in their hearts.
âNo wonder this guy could live so comfortably in the endless starry sky, making so many enemies without being killed. Heâs distributed all the costs among thousands and thousands of avatars.â
Floco smiled bitterly in his heart. People really were incomparable.
He looked at Saul againâthis guy was even more infuriatingâŠ
Now the bitterness was about to surge up from his stomach.
But Saul, who had accomplished all this, wasnât as relaxed as outsiders thought.
Although he had used the diary and⊠the silver quill penâs power to pull all of Douglas over, he discovered that those outlines on Douglasâs body were still restlessly trying to escape.
It was very difficult for Douglas to leave, but thin shadow layers could always find ways to escape.
At this rate, he might not be able to persist until pulling the entire Douglas into the abyss.
And even letting one piece of Douglas escape was an outcome Saul couldnât accept!
âSoul-Fixing Needle!â
Just then, Gorsa, standing on the White Glass Palace ruins, shouted to Saul.
Saul barely thought before directly taking out from his personal space the Soul-Fixing Needle he had always wanted to use but never had the chance to.
The moment the Soul-Fixing Needle was in hand, he threw it directly toward Douglas.
The Soul-Fixing Needle contained the crystallized essence of ancient wizardsâ efforts.
In such close proximity to the Abyssal Eye, other magical tools could barely be used, let alone leave their master for long-distance attacks.
But the Soul-Fixing Needle could!
The powerful mental power fluctuations and black tide pollution of fourth and fifth-rank wizards couldnât affect the Soul-Fixing Needle at all.
It charged forward relentlessly toward its designated target, without the slightest hesitation.
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The unremarkable black needle broke through the sea breeze and silently pierced into Douglasâs forehead.
Instantly, those shadow layers that had been restlessly trying to escape Douglas immediately became still, all adhering to Douglasâs body.
Soul-Fixing Needle.
It could both stabilize soul bodies and free them from pollutionâs influence, as well as gather and fix scattered, fragmented soul bodies, preventing them from dispersing and leaving the body.
Gorsaâs timely reminder made Saul realize that this Soul-Fixing Needle could be used not only to save people but also in reverse to capture people!
With the Soul-Fixing Needleâs fixation, none of Douglasâs avatars could escape!
The moment the Soul-Fixing Needle entered his body, Douglas also clearly recognized this fact.
There was no escaping anymoreânot even one avatar could leave this place.
Douglas turned and charged toward Saul, his eyes blood red.
âEither let me goâI can swear on my cognitive foundation not to return for revengeâor you die with me!â
(End of Chapter)
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