[{"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-49":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},1380420,1828,"Chapter 49: This World Is Too Beautiful—I Dare Not Look","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>Over the past few days, he had extracted the potion from within the heart and, based on its properties, ingredients, and reactions, found a match for it in the registration office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart’s Guardian—a potion that could help a dying person hang on for one full day and night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its general principle was the continuous release of energy to keep failing organs alive and functioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This potion was absurdly expensive. Even with the pouch of magic crystals he got from Peggy, Saul couldn’t afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of life-saving potion that a Second Rank apprentice would go bankrupt for just to have one on hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, though Saul couldn’t buy it, he could refine it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had gotten the heart a little late, and after a day and night of experiments, he’d only managed to purify two to three drops of a not-so-pure version of Heart’s Guardian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for a newcomer like him, it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul opened the petri dish with one hand and bent down to lick it directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It flowed down his throat, through his esophagus, stomach, and intestines, then made a turn—into his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain in his left hand immediately eased, bit by bit, until it faded completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed, however, was a wave of dizziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul blinked, his steps unsteady—he tried to move forward but stumbled backward, eventually losing his balance and plopping to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike usual, this dizziness wasn’t unpleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, it felt blissful—like he was floating, transcending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like being tipsy in the best way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul let out a silly laugh without realizing it. He didn’t resist the dizziness—he just let himself fall back, lying flat on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling began to spin. It reached its hands down to Saul, inviting him to dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul happily stretched out his hands to the ceiling—after all, dancing with it didn’t require standing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like he and the ceiling were waltzing, or maybe doing some other graceful dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spun together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once. Twice. Again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling was so beautiful, Saul thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to lean in and give it a kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he strained his neck toward it, a loud bang snapped him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul’s mind briefly cleared, and he turned his head to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson door had been flung open by someone, and a stream of multicolored bubbles poured in from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black, blue, white, purple, red, yellow, green, gray...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many bubbles—like a hundred industrial bubble machines had been turned on all at once, filling the entire room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the midst of them, a strange humanoid creature entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… Senior Byron?” Saul recognized him, tried to lift his hand to greet him, but couldn’t muster the energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, this Byron looked wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul squinted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of Byron’s arms were on the same side. His eyes, nose, and mouth weren’t where they should be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten fingers danced atop his bald head, and his original hair had migrated to where his ears should’ve been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saul, wake up! You have to snap out of it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice reached Saul’s ears, but he couldn’t quite make sense of the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saul!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssss—ohhh—rrr—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Byron’s voice started to distort, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul finally realized—his entire perception of the world was breaking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the motion, the world itself shimmered like soapy water, bursting into countless bubbles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire morgue dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Byron fragmented into grotesque pieces, and Saul himself was no longer where he’d been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw his own arm swimming through the air like a little fish, his mouth floating by, opening and closing, while his two eyeballs stared at each other in midair...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! This is all an illusion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul didn’t shut his eyes or shake his head again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his eyes had really flown off, he shouldn’t be able to see anything at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard Byron’s voice again, blurred and distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lo—cate—mo—ment—now—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s he saying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul focused with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right—he's saying—locate! That’s it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brain spun rapidly, and so did the world in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of intense dizziness hit him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Locate—I need to find something to anchor my perception of reality!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could be solid enough to tether his mind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left eye rolled furiously to the side, searching...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally—Saul saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hovering quietly where his left shoulder should’ve been was a hardcover book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On its cover, silver-embossed letters shimmered into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul had never learned those characters, but somehow, he knew exactly what they meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diary of a Dead Wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the diary appeared, Saul’s left shoulder snapped back into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came his left chest, left arm, torso, neck, lower body, limbs, and hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything returned to where it should be. And the world before his eyes finally returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly pushed himself off the floor and looked at Byron, who was staring at him with a grave expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, thank you for saving me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fresh wound appeared across Byron’s throat—clearly cut just moments ago to snap Saul out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Byron shook his head. “You saved yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer, scanning Saul from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you even manage this? To pull off such a crazy transformation... and still keep your mind intact?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Byron opened his mouth wide and pulled out a black crystal ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul recognized it—it was for measuring magical power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul held it carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black inside the orb quickly lightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“11 Joules…” Byron's gaze turned deeply complicated. He looked at Saul like someone who just bought one lottery ticket and hit the jackpot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d known Saul was doing body modification, had even helped him a bit but he’d never imagined Saul could come up with such a successful method on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to be incredibly dangerous. When he first saw Saul, Byron had thought he’d dissolve into bubbles any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a reaction to body enhancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what it looked like when a Second Rank apprentice's mind completely collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the crystal ball was clear—Saul was still a First Rank apprentice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how? How had he managed to find his anchor before his mind gave out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul didn’t know Byron was thinking all that. Staring at the crystal ball’s reading, he jumped up in joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all his meditating over the past few weeks, his magic power had only reached around 4 Joules—barely under 5.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, after the successful transformation of his left hand, his power had surged to 11 Joules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fulfilled Mentor Kaz’s requirement with more than half a month to spare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he could still feel energy in his left hand, continuing to modify the rest of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His magic power would definitely increase further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the greatest gain of all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally knew the name of that mysterious hardcover book!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It really was that diary Sid had once whispered about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of diary could predict death like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And how had Sid known of its existence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saul.” Byron’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He rubbed his hands, face slightly flushed. “Would you be willing to sell me that modification formula?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1210,"2026-06-05T22:22:08.591Z",1,"novelbin.me","23a16e17c45f56bec43c1ab18702b5740f7b956aa46844bb5abe472364c3a030","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-50","diary-of-a-dead-wizard-chapter-48",1037,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdiary-of-a-dead-wizard-cover.jpg"]