Chapter 49: The World is Too Beautiful—I Dare Not Look

Over the past few days, he had been extracting the potion from the heart and analyzing its properties, components, and reactions. Eventually, he found a match in the registration room.

Heart’s Guardian—a potion that allows a dying person to survive for a full day and night.

The basic principle was continuously releasing energy to keep failing organs active.

This potion was absurdly expensive. Even with the bag of magic crystals he got from Peggy, Saul couldn’t afford it.

It was the kind of life-saving potion that a Level-2 Apprentice Wizard would spend their entire fortune on.

Fortunately, while Saul couldn’t afford it, he could purify it.

However, he had obtained the heart a bit late. After an entire day and night of experimentation, he had only managed to extract two or three drops of impure Heart’s Guardian.

But for a newcomer like him, it was more than enough.

Saul opened the petri dish with one hand and directly bent down to lick a drop.

Immediately, a surge of pure energy rushed in from his tongue, as if it had a life of its own.

It traveled down his throat, through his esophagus, stomach, intestines—then made a sharp turn and rushed straight into his left hand.

The pain in his left hand began to fade, little by little, until it completely disappeared.

But then, an overwhelming dizziness followed.

Saul blinked. His steps faltered—he tried to move forward but ended up stumbling backward. Finally, he lost balance and collapsed onto the floor.

Unlike before, this dizziness wasn’t unpleasant.

Instead, it was euphoric—like being drunk.

“Heh heh…”

Saul let out a foolish giggle, not resisting the sensation. Instead, he let himself fall backward, lying flat on the ground, staring at the ceiling.

The ceiling began to spin. It reached out two hands toward Saul, inviting him to dance.

Saul happily extended his hands toward the ceiling—because dancing with it didn’t require standing up.

He felt himself and the ceiling waltzing together.

One turn.

Another turn.

And another.

The ceiling was so beautiful.

He wanted to lower his head and kiss it.

Just as Saul was about to stretch his neck out, a sudden BANG! shattered the moment.

The noise chased the ceiling away.

Saul’s consciousness briefly returned. He turned his head.

The scarlet door had been slammed open—and waves of colorful bubbles poured in from outside.

Black, blue, white, purple, red, yellow, green, gray…

Countless bubbles—like a hundred massive bubble machines going off at the same time—filled the entire room.

Among the bubbles, a strange humanoid figure walked in.

“Uh… Senior Byron?” Saul recognized the figure and tried to wave, but his strength failed him.

But something was wrong.

Saul squinted his eyes.

Byron’s arms were both growing on the same side, and his eyes, nose, and mouth were completely misplaced.

Ten fingers danced on top of Byron’s bald head, while his hair had migrated to his ears.

“Saul, wake up! You need to wake up!”

The voice reached Saul’s ears, but he couldn’t understand what it meant.

“Saul!”

“Ssss—ooo—oorrrr—”

Byron’s voice began to distort.

Saul finally realized that his perception of the world was completely breaking down.

He tried shaking his head vigorously.

But as soon as he moved, the entire world rippled like soapy water, bursting into countless bubbles.

The entire morgue shattered.

Not only did Byron split into countless distorted fragments, but even Saul himself was no longer in his original position.

He saw his own arms swimming in the air like little fish, his mouth floating by, opening and closing, and even his eyes staring at each other from opposite sides of the room…

“No! This is all an illusion!”

Saul didn’t close his eyes or try to shake off the hallucination—he knew that wouldn’t work.

If my eyes had truly left my body, my vision wouldn’t be showing this scene.

He heard Byron’s distorted voice again.

“Lo—cat—io—n—”

“What is he saying?”

Saul strained his thoughts.

Right! It’s… ‘Location’!

His mind spun rapidly—and suddenly, his vision spun just as fast.

A strong wave of nausea followed.

“I need to find something to anchor my perception of reality.”

What was stable enough for him to reorient himself?

His left eye frantically scanned around. It turned, turned, turned…

Finally, he saw it.

Floating near where his left shoulder should be, there was a hardcover book.

Suddenly, a few silver-embossed words appeared on the cover.

Saul had never learned this language, but somehow, he understood it instantly.

Dead Wizard’s Diary.

As soon as the diary appeared, his left shoulder snapped back into place.

Then his left chest, left arm, torso, neck, lower body, hands, feet, hair—

Everything returned to where it belonged.

The world before Saul’s eyes finally returned to normal.

Slowly, he pushed himself up from the ground.

Byron stood before him, watching him with a serious expression.

“Senior, thank you for saving me.”

Byron had another fresh wound across his throat—he had clearly cut himself just now to snap Saul out of it.

But he simply shook his head.

“No. You saved yourself.”

He walked closer, studying Saul from head to toe.

“How did you do it? How did you complete such an insane transformation… and still keep your sanity?”

Byron opened his mouth, reached inside, and pulled out a black crystal ball.

Saul recognized it—a tool for testing magic power.

“Try it.”

Saul held the black crystal ball.

The darkness began to fade rapidly.

“11 joules…”

Byron’s expression grew even more complicated.

He looked at Saul like he was a first-time lottery player who had just hit the jackpot.

He had known that Saul was conducting body modifications—he had even provided some help.

But he had never expected Saul to successfully invent such a method on his own.

This modification must have been extremely dangerous.

When Byron first saw Saul, he was certain the boy was about to dissolve into bubbles and disappear.

This wasn’t the reaction of a normal modified body—this was the symptom of a Level-2 Apprentice Wizard experiencing complete mental collapse.

But the black crystal ball clearly showed that Saul was still a Level-1 Apprentice.

How did he find a way to re-anchor his mind before it collapsed?

Saul had no idea Byron was thinking so much.

He was simply overjoyed by what he saw in the black crystal ball.

Before his modification, he had only 4 joules of magic power—not even reaching 5.

But now, after successfully modifying his left hand, his power had skyrocketed to 11 joules.

He had exceeded Mentor Kaz’s requirement—and he still had over half a month left to train.

His left hand was still continuously transforming his body, meaning his magic power would likely increase even further.

And most importantly—

He finally knew the name of his hardcover book.

Dead Wizard’s Diary.

Byron’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Saul,” he said, rubbing his hands awkwardly. His face flushed slightly.

“Can you… sell me your modification formula?”

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