[{"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-256":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},1380777,1828,"Chapter 256: The Seam","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-256",256,"\u003Cp>Saul had no idea how Gorsa managed to divide the souls of so many people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the diary, he could also collect people’s consciousness and soul energy, but he was merely operating the tool—he had no understanding of the underlying principles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, judging from how Morden and the others behaved, it didn’t seem painful inside the diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, they didn’t cry out for help, and their consciousness remained clear—they could communicate just fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this, it seemed the diary’s method was far superior to the Tower Master’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the corpse swarm calmed by the red candle, Saul finally relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he realized that he probably shouldn’t build the mental realm inside the storeroom anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if next time he stayed too long on the meeting platform—would these corpses lose control and lunge at him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the red candle still be able to calm the erupting corpse swarm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next, I need to find time to make a trip to Grind Sail Town. The secret behind the Grinding Sound Fruit is rather sensitive, so I should avoid bringing others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul shook his head, “Still, I’ll need to bring a driver. I can’t drive a carriage, and more importantly—I don’t know the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A person suddenly came to mind— a coachman with a white mushroom growing from the top of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once I’ve solidified the Soul Armor spell into my mental body... I’ll head to Grind Sail Town.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, by the time Saul actually left the Wizard Tower and set off on his journey, a month had already passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, he was supposed to leave half a month ago, but the day before departure, he discovered that the Seed of Malice he had planted had borne red fruit overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the cultivation method Kujin had taught him, this meant the Curse had matured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he extracted the fruit and activated it with magic and blood, he could obtain a Curse under his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the advantage of hatching a Curse with a Seed of Malice—lower risk, though the chance of getting a powerful Curse also decreased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, since this particular seed had been rated by the diary as “a door through which a new world may be glimpsed,” Saul naturally postponed his trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after spending several days catalyzing the fruit, what he got in the end was... something very strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So strange, in fact, that even the diary gave only a single explanation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 11, Year 316 of the Lunar Calendar, Clear skies\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a seam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You may hide inside it and secretly observe the outside;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or crouch outside it and secretly observe within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the diary didn’t even need to explain it. When Saul marked the Curse with his mental imprint, it transmitted some vague information to him the moment it was born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curses were different from magic—they were a more dangerous form of energy manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Curses cultivated through Seed of Malices were much safer...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If their master behaved in extreme ways or violated the Curse's principles, there was still a risk of backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The information conveyed by this Curse was: Seam — a defensive Curse, good for hiding and spying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul looked down at the two thin pieces stuck together in his hand, no more than ten centimeters long, and fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked like tightly pressed lips. Front and back, they looked exactly the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing like the bloody or terrifying Curses Saul had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He played with the seam in his hand for a moment, then suddenly pressed it onto the wall of the storeroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “seam” stuck immediately and didn’t fall off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its appearance changed, too—what had looked like lips now resembled an ordinary crack in the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So well hidden! Like this, no one would notice anything unless they were specifically investigating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul reached out and tried to pry the crack open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he applied force, the seam parted slightly, revealing a darkness within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned closer, but couldn’t see anything through the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does it need a special activation? Or...” Saul thought for a moment, then imitated a peeking posture—he placed both hands on either side of the seam and slowly brought his head close, pressing his right eye to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is what you call peeking, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, as Saul’s eye met the seam, the dark screen inside lit up suddenly like the opening of a film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul had thought that through the seam, he might see Senior Heywood in the next room, or maybe the eyes lurking in the interlayer of the Wizard Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to his surprise, what he saw was a lush green meadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul froze for a moment and pulled back slightly. The seam immediately returned to a black screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly pressed his eye to it again, and once more saw the grassy field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dewdrops sparkled on the grass, reflecting the sunlight—it was a peaceful, sunlit world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So this spying view isn’t the room next door, but rather some unfamiliar, unknown place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul kept watch for an hour, and then checked for a few minutes every hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, he settled into a routine—observing for a few minutes at the same time each day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after several days, the scene remained unchanged. It was always that same field, and that world was always basked in sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a frozen scene—Saul saw dew dripping and blades of grass bending in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several days with no new discoveries—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul paused his investigation into the spying function and decided to test the hiding feature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This seam is so small. Spying, I get—but hiding? How can I possibly fit in there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pried the seam open again and tried to put in something small he was holding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his feather quill was stopped by the black screen—no matter how hard he pushed, it wouldn’t go through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So objects can’t be hidden inside? That rules out using it as a storage pouch.” Saul clicked his tongue, then summoned Little Algae to see if its tendrils could get in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Little Algae got shut out too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not knowing what Saul wanted, it rammed its head into the seam and ended up with a big bump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like crashing into a real wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pulled back and looked up at Saul. Even without eyes, its drooping mouth conveyed its grievance loud and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul patted the sore spot, “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t explain properly. You just need to slide in, not charge at it so hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he didn’t ask Little Algae to try again and instead had it return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether you rammed or slid, the seam didn’t open. No point trying again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After being marked by my mental imprint, is it that only I can use it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the seam was so small—even his head wouldn’t fit. How was he supposed to hide?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the diary, but it gave no reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul took a deep breath and tried sliding his right hand inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingertip met the black screen—and encountered no resistance. It was like slipping into butter—smooth and effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can go in, just as I thought—ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the thought formed than a tremendous pulling force gripped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came a wave of dizziness—like that night he’d been sucked into a long tunnel by melting wax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then I was in soul form. But now I’m flesh and blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vertigo passed as quickly as it came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul didn’t lose consciousness, nor did he go mad. He moved slightly and found himself inside a giant box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was extremely narrow on all sides—he could only curl up and hug his knees inside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought I’d be pulled into the world I was spying on. Looks like that’s not the case. The two functions are completely separate—spying is spying, hiding is hiding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul reached out and touched the walls of the box. From the texture, it seemed to be made of stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running his fingers along the surface, he felt some kind of pattern carved between the stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Runes? Or a magic formation?” Saul tried casting a spell to create a tiny flame, but found that magic was frozen here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic in this space felt like water turned to ice—completely immobile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if I can’t use magic here, what force pulled me into this place?” He shook his head with difficulty. “Let’s see what it looks like spying out from hiding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only light came from the seam, filtering weakly into the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was barely enough to illuminate anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul leaned forward and, mimicking a spying posture, pressed his right eye to the seam again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, he saw his Second Storeroom—his workplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in it... the ghostly figures made of mist, scattered across every corner of the room...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1470,"2026-06-05T22:22:08.872Z",1,"novelbin.me","9e5654c94a4434833abb725e1ea0eee6c9b4fe36fadb600084ab8ad545ff203f","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-257","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-255",1037,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdiary-of-a-dead-wizard-cover.jpg"]