Chapter 150: Returned

What did Tower Master Gorsa mean?

Let the deceased Lady Yura guide him?

This world indeed had wraiths, evil spirits, and even other forms of spiritual entities.

But all these spirits had significant flaws.

Some couldn't persist for long, while others lacked reason and memory.

As the wife of a Tier 2 wizard, Lady Yura should be different from other spirits.

Saul was momentarily stunned. He suddenly recalled his years of study and experimentation, the various research conducted by his senior mentors, and the countless tasks related to death and souls…

A thought sprouted in Saul’s mind, compelling him to ask involuntarily.

"Tower Master… Are you trying to resurrect Lady Yura?"

This time, it was Gorsa’s turn to fall silent.

The carriage sped forward, and the silhouette of the Wizard Tower was already visible in the distance.

"Yes," Gorsa finally admitted. "Resurrection… Hah, that is the domain of Tier 4 wizards. But Yura's situation is special. Theoretically, she can come back to life."

Gorsa turned his wrist, and a puppet doll appeared in his palm.

"This is the doll used to test spiritual talent," Saul immediately recognized it.

Saul took the doll and examined it closely.

This doll was different—it didn’t have empty eyes but instead had two irregular, crimson gemstones embedded in them.

"Saul."

Saul looked up and met Gorsa’s calm, water-like gaze.

"Grow up quickly. Right now, you are not even qualified to touch the real experiments."

Saul cradled the doll gently and whispered, "Understood."

Why did the Tower Master give him this doll? Saul stared at the doll’s eyes but didn’t hear any murmurs this time.

It must be the effect of those crimson eyes.

When he looked up again, Gorsa had already vanished.

The Tower Master just left like that?

He was always so unpredictable.

Saul originally thought the Tower Master had taken him away because he had discovered that Saul had been possessed by an evil spirit.

But throughout the journey, Gorsa never mentioned it.

He only handed Saul a puppet doll when Saul brought up the topic himself.

However, even though Gorsa left him with a doll, he never explained how to use it.

Saul looked at the doll in his palm and thought, Lady Yura? Resurrection?

He recalled a meeting two years ago with Wizard Kira. According to Senior Byron, she and Yura were supposed to be sisters.

Back then, Kira had questioned Mentor Kaz about the experiment's progress and even threatened to take someone away from the Tower Master.

Could she have been referring to Lady Yura?

Had Mentor Kaz been assisting the Tower Master with Lady Yura’s resurrection all this time?

And was Saul himself chosen for special training because of his soul-related talent?

Was that why he was forced to specialize in dark-element magic?

Was that why his future was bound to death and souls?

Was that why Mentor Kaz had warned him to recognize reality and behave?

Saul pondered, lost in thought.

Unbeknownst to him, in a place beyond his sight, a shadowy figure flickered into existence on the carriage wall, growing denser until it fully materialized—like the deepest, darkest shadow under a strong light.

The shadow suddenly detached from the wall, drifting toward Saul’s back like flowing water, creeping along his arm before finally seeping into the puppet doll in his palm.

The doll’s eyes dimmed slightly but quickly returned to normal.

At that moment, a black tentacle suddenly extended from Saul’s nape.

Unlike the slender, finger-like appendage from when he left the Wizard Tower, this time, the tentacle was as thick as an adult's arm, narrowing only where it connected to Saul’s neck.

At its tip, a mouth split open like a shark’s, releasing a low warning growl as if sensing something dangerous.

It swiftly probed through the air, searching for something—but failed.

The tentacle tapped Saul’s cheek once before retracting.

Saul, alerted by his little algae's warning, remained expressionless. Only his eyes grew deeper and more unreadable.

The carriage drove straight into the Wizard Tower.

Before stepping inside, Saul glanced out the window and saw a three-masted ship docked outside the tower.

So, the wind-sail ship was indeed faster than the carriage.

But if the Tower Master had taken him away, why not return directly to the Wizard Tower?

Was it because he lacked the ability to teleport such a long distance instantly? Or did he need to give Saul specific instructions during the ride?

By appearing out of nowhere to save them and then personally taking Saul away, Gorsa had essentially revealed their connection to everyone.

Now that he was back at the Tower, the situation Saul would face had become far more complicated.

Most people would assume he was the Tower Master’s student.

But was that really the case?

The Tower Master had indeed taught him, but clearly, there was another agenda behind it.

Even Saul himself wasn’t sure what his exact relationship with the Tower Master was.

But that didn’t matter for now.

Even if the Tower Master was merely using him—could he resist with his current strength?

He had no choice but to seize this opportunity to grow stronger. Only then could he control his own fate.

As Saul stepped into the Tower, the world seemed to plunge into darkness for a moment. But in the next instant, he realized it was merely an illusion.

The walls were lined with candle sconces, casting pale, eerie glows.

Countless flickering lights illuminated the Tower’s interior, leaving no room for shadows to hide.

Saul sighed. "I’m back."

He pushed open the carriage door, preparing to step down—but his hand suddenly froze.

The coachman remained in his seat, back straight, reins in hand.

The horses stood firm, heads slightly lowered.

But they were all dead.

Having seen many corpses before, Saul recognized it instantly.

He narrowed his eyes. There were no traces of lingering spirits in the bodies, nor any signs of corruption.

He pressed a finger against the coachman’s arm. No pulse. No breath.

They had stopped living in an instant—just like wind-up toys reaching the end of their spring.

They died just from escorting him here?

Had they known their fate before they set out?

Saul sighed inwardly. This is exactly why I fight so hard to walk the path of a wizard.

Without lingering, he jumped off the carriage and followed the corridor upward.

After several turns, he found himself on the third floor of the East Tower.

Even though it was daytime, the East Tower remained eerily quiet.

Not a single person was in sight. He had no idea where Senior Byron and the others had gone.

But Saul wasn’t in a hurry.

He had too many things to do and too much information to process.

He quickly ascended to the fifth floor and returned to his dormitory, encountering only a few unfamiliar low-level apprentices along the way.

Once inside, he locked the door.

Tossing his belongings onto the floor, he pulled out a chair and sat down heavily.

"Now then…" Saul thought. "Who should I talk to first?"

The diary flew open, flipping straight to the last few pages, revealing several sheets of black, irregularly shaped paper.

As the pages turned to these dark sheets, their movement slowed. Three black pages stood upright at different angles.

Then, as the diary settled, white writing slowly appeared on one of the black pages.

[Where is this place?]

Someone had spoken first.

"Who are you?"

[Me? You don’t even know who I am? I am Morten, the greatest emperor of the Kema Empire, the greatest Tier 2 wizard of the Western Continent! I led a thousand wizards and an army of one hundred thousand to repel the demons of the No-Man’s Land! No one dares to defy me! And who are you, that you do not know my name?"]

Saul blinked.

"Me? I am the scribe of the Reaper, recording the lives of the great and the mundane among the dead."

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