Chapter 73: First Glimpse at Career Planning

Having just experienced the Dance of Death, Saul really wanted to shake his head. He couldn't understand how he had suddenly become such a sought-after candidate today.

How valuable could a soul talent be for both Anze and Rum—who had only just met him—to offer him an olive branch?

But remembering the Pink Lord—who should now be called Tower Master Gorsa—also seemed to value him for his soul talent, Saul felt a bit more composed.

Naturally, he wouldn’t easily switch allegiances, especially since he had killed Sid, who was once Rum’s trusted assistant.

Who knew if, once his value was exhausted, he would be made to settle old scores?

Yet, Rum’s invitation seemed far more sincere than Anze’s.

Seeing that Saul didn’t respond, Rum reached behind him and pulled out a few sheets of paper, his eyes scanning the words on them.

"In fact, before Kaz brought you here, I had already reviewed your file and spoken with the person who administered your initial test."

Rum smirked strangely, shaking the papers in his hand before pinching them between two long, thin fingers and holding them up for Saul to see.

"Your test results were quite peculiar."

Saul looked at the words before him:

Saul (Family unknown, likely none)

Age: 12

Mental Perception: Medium-Low (scattered), Suggested Major: Dark, Light

Mental Strength: High (exact level requires further evaluation)

Magic Power: Likely Low (Fainted during test, assumed to be unnecessary to retest due to high mental strength)

Overall Assessment: Medium-Low aptitude, No (crossed out) Some potential for cultivation, Possibly suited for certain special roles, Assessment: Passed.

Back then, Saul had risked exhausting himself to the point of unconsciousness in order to pass the test.

He wasn’t sure if it had helped, but his dead dairy had told him it was necessary to survive.

When the test began, he had no time to devise a better plan and had to act immediately.

Saul had never been entirely sure how he had passed.

Now, looking at this report, it seemed the person who had initially evaluated him wasn’t planning to let him pass—but for some reason, had changed their mind.

Rum watched as Saul finished reading and fell into contemplation. Then, with a flick of his fingers, he let the top sheet drop, revealing another behind it.

This one was also a test evaluation.

And it was also for Saul:

Saul (Family unknown, likely none)

Age: 10

Mental Perception: Medium-Low (scattered), Suggested Major: Light, Earth

Mental Strength: Medium

Magic Power: Low

Overall Assessment: Low aptitude, Limited cultivation potential, Assessment: Failed. Suggested demotion to servant status.

Saul’s eyes widened as he processed the information.

As the paper moved aside, Rum’s large face leaned in closer.

"So, can you explain how, in just two years, a failed servant candidate’s mental strength jumped from Medium to High?"

Saul felt something tighten around his brain, making even his thoughts sluggish.

He instinctively opened his mouth, swallowed some air, and then—

"I don’t know."

Rum: ?

After speaking, Saul suddenly felt much clearer.

He shook his head slightly and looked at Rum with an innocent expression.

"Mentor Rum, I truly don’t know. Could it have been a mistake in the original test?"

Rum’s expression froze for a moment before he shot Saul a glare.

Saul continued, "Actually, it’s like this—I once accidentally offended your apprentice, Senior Sid."

It was a true accident; he had simply discovered Sid searching for something in the library.

"And he beat me half to death."

To the point of actually dying.

"I lost a lot of blood from my head."

Lost everything.

"And when I woke up, aside from basic life skills, I couldn’t remember much from before."

That was when he transmigrated.

"So, I really... don’t know."

That was the truth.

Saul’s sincere tone made Rum fall into deep thought.

He wondered—could a person’s brain truly evolve after suffering a severe injury? Would it be worth conducting experiments to verify this?

Meanwhile, Saul, maintaining his innocent gaze, was also contemplating. Did my spike in mental strength come from my transmigration?

"I remember reading in novels that a transmigrator’s soul undergoes intense time-space compression, making it incredibly strong. So, does mental strength actually correlate with the soul?"

From the corner of his eye, Saul saw the red hardbound dairy floating gently by his shoulder.

"Or is it thanks to the dead dairy?"

This was a knowledge gap he had yet to fill, so he abandoned further speculation.

Rum, seemingly lost in thought, finally discarded the last sheet of paper onto the floor.

"Alright, that doesn’t really matter."

He leaned back, hands resting on his massive belly.

Rocking slightly, back and forth.

"From your test results, your natural major should actually be Light."

Rum tapped his chest with a finger.

"And my specialties are Water and Light magic."

So, his strongest affinity was actually Light.

Saul had never realized that during the test, when another senior casually wrote "Light" as his suggested major, it was actually his highest affinity element.

But…

Saul clenched his left fist.

After undergoing sorcerous body modification, he could now use the plastic-like outer layer of his left hand to enhance his sensitivity to Dark element particles.

If he were to retake the test now, Dark would likely be his strongest affinity.

He had already set foot on this path.

Rum seemed to perceive Saul’s hesitation. He lightly tapped Saul’s left hand with his fingertip.

"I can see that after your body modification, your sensitivity to Dark attributes has increased significantly."

Saul lowered his head, looking at his pale gray fingertips.

His fingers trembled slightly before retracting into his sleeve.

Rum continued, "You can certainly continue majoring in Dark attributes, but you must understand something—your primary element choice doesn’t just determine the spells you’ll study, but also your future research direction."

"If you choose Dark, you’ll spend much of your life dealing with corpses and ghosts. If you choose Light, you’ll be researching energy and spirits."

"You are only a First-Level Apprentice—the very beginning of the wizard's path. Don’t rush to make a lifelong decision based Saulely on your current achievements."

"As long as you finalize your choice before selecting your Locator, it will be fine. Some sorcerers even change their primary element at later stages, but it’s much more difficult."

Rum’s detailed explanation struck a chord in Saul, making him waver slightly.

But then, he heard the word "Locator."

Looseness turns into firmness..

With the Diary of a Dead Wizard in his possession, how could he choose anything else as his Locator?

The journal’s attribute, without question, had to be Dark!

Still, Saul didn’t immediately reveal his thoughts. Instead, he hesitantly asked, "Mentor Rum, why… weren’t you just angry about me killing your assistant?"

Rum gave a cold smile.

"Because most wizards value utility over relationships and emotions."

"Saul, you’ve passed my test—exceeding my expectations. That matters far more than revenge or personal grievances."

Saul looked at Mentor Rum, who calmly returned his gaze.

He likely wasn’t lying. Or, at least, he had no reason to.

"Mentor Rum, may I ask—what exactly is a Locator?”

"Locator?" Rum folded his slender hands on his chest, with his five fingers together, as if thinking about how to answer.

"The locator is something that only Level 2 apprentices can access. But since your mental strength is sufficient, I will give you an example and explain it briefly."

Rum pointed a finger across the room.

Saul looked back and found that Mentor Rum was pointing at the only window in this "room".

The sun is still there, quiet and warm.

"You just saw the sunlight outside and seemed quite excited. A first-level apprentice rarely has the opportunity to go out, so take a good look now."

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