[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-diary-of-a-dead-wizard":3,"chapter-diary-of-a-dead-wizard-diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-15":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Diary of a Dead Wizard",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1380386,1828,"Chapter 15: Come On, All of You!","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>Saul’s finger was still pressed against the puppet. He couldn’t decide whether to grab it or let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do I keep getting death warnings? Am I just that unlucky, or is this normal in the Wizard Tower?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cautiously, Saul slowly loosened his grip, testing the waters. When he didn’t turn into a puppet, lying stiff on the ground, he breathed a little easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like the puppet can’t steal my body on its own. It needs me to open the cabinet… or face multiple puppets at once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul stepped around the puppet, heading for the small trash bin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re not going back into that cabinet like a good little doll, then you’re trash now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he got ahead of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New text appeared on the hardcover book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[May 21st, Year 314 of the Lunar Calendar\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although that is where it belongs, the bin can contain garbage, but it can’t seal a tool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you return to the lab the next day, it looks like a hurricane swept through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An enraged Senior Mark doesn’t listen to a word you say and licks off all your skin, flesh, and organs…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You become a skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your left hand is very happy.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul jumped back and snatched up the puppet. “So I die either way? Cabinet or no cabinet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped the doll tight, tempted to crush it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was so sturdy he couldn’t even pull off an arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since he thought the puppet had just smiled at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without another death warning, he had a gut feeling: smashing the puppet wouldn’t end well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about I take you out of the lab and dump you somewhere?” he thought tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardcover book didn’t give any warnings this time; it quietly retreated into his left shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, ready to finish checking the last part of the room and get out of there fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he turned…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, something clattered loudly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass cabinet doors were wide open. Puppets lay strewn all over the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Saul turned around, he locked eyes with one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help me, help me, help me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help me, help me, help me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want it too, I want it too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help me, help me, help me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, it was as if hundreds of voices were screaming in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul ignored the hardcover’s earlier warning about being killed by Mark tomorrow. he turned to bolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment his feet left the ground, he lost his balance and crashed hard onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to get up only to find his limbs as stiff as wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A numbness crept from his extremities, slowly invading his torso, his brain…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered what Monica had said about meditation. Desperately, he visualized the movements of the walking human monster diagram in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no actual diagram, no crystal orb to assist him but in this life-or-death moment, Saul managed to enter a meditative state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaotic voices dulled but didn’t disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The numbness in his organs began to recede, retreating to his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Monica were here, she’d be stunned. Saul’s mental aptitude was even greater than she had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still couldn’t move his limbs were stiff like logs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait, my left hand can still move!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skeletal left hand remained flexible, capable of gripping and flexing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pouring all his strength into that hand, Saul dragged himself along the ground, trying to crawl away from the puppets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But moving his left hand broke his concentration, and the numbness surged back through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, just meditating wouldn’t save him; he'd run out of mental energy and die anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Saul stopped meditating altogether. He focused solely on crawling with his left arm, dragging his body forward… inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever the numbness reached his chest, he’d pause, meditate again, push it back, and keep crawling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back and forth,he crawl, meditate, crawl, meditate he inched his way toward the lab’s door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, his left hand touched the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who would’ve thought… that damn live experiment actually saved me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lab door opened inward. Saul would have to pull it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed himself up against the wall to grab the handle with his left hand…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the door swung open on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark’s half-face peeked out from behind the door, his wide, eerie eyes staring down at Saul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saul, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar face, but Saul felt ice in his veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his vantage point on the floor, he could see clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t Senior Mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a thin flap of facial skin, stretching through the crack in the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t even noticed it had been exposed. It just kept glaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The lab’s a mess. Where do you think you’re going? Get back and clean up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to the door, the red trash bin suddenly popped open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pale, bony hand gripped the edge of the bin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knuckles bulging, veins popping it was clearly straining, trying to climb out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Saul came a low, sloshing gurgle. Something was rolling toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teeth chattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after becoming a mage apprentice, he was still weak, helpless, and waiting to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardcover book flew up in front of him again, pages flipping furiously, no pauses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each page showed the same giant word:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DEATH\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t even bother describing how he’d die this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh… hahahaha…” Saul burst out laughing. “Why is Death always after me? Is my meat that delicious?! Hahahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on! Come on, all of you! Let’s go! Let’s see who’s stronger after becoming freaks! Come on! Hahahaha—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door suddenly swung wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edge of the door smacked Saul in the forehead, knocking him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His laugh cut off. He clutched his head instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait… I can move?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardcover book quietly retreated to his left shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to check, Saul quickly looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark’s half-face was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door stood fully open, and a man wrapped head to toe in pink bandages stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a pair of silver eyes remained visible, no ears, no nostrils, not even a strand of hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul lay half-slumped on the floor, frozen by the silver gaze. His mind went blank. Not even fear remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, the bandaged man just glanced at him, then turned toward the lab and murmured, “Back. All of you, back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at Saul again. The chill in his gaze melted into something like gentle water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A new apprentice. Why are you spending the night in the lab?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the thought struck him, Saul’s full mobility returned. He felt like himself again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the sand timer on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, it had fallen to the eleven o’clock mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When Senior Mark left, it wasn’t even six yet… How is it eleven already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Saul’s perspective, he’d only been alone in the lab for less than half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1177,"2026-06-05T22:22:08.591Z",1,"novelbin.me","af9632ba19817047bb4001fe221bcaf38ae274f1428c0e0ec551cc89578a8cd3","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-16","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-14",1037,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdiary-of-a-dead-wizard-cover.jpg"]