Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 383: The Eye of Banishment

Kongsha's red lips had already turned purple, but they still curved up faintly.

"In my eye, there is a... very special one... it is a half-elf's eye. If Gorsa wants to use you as material, then... eat it... being half-mad is better than being dead..."

Saul was stunned. He suddenly recalled the long-term prophecy recorded in the diary.

Could it be that the thing the diary had guided him to seek in the Elven Valley was not some treasure, but Kongsha's eye?

Then why had it not reminded him the last time he met Kongsha?

Had something changed?

Saul reached out and pushed aside several eyeballs covered in white hair. Without Kongsha's enhancement of mental force, they were merely disgusting rather than threatening. Behind them, he found an eyeball with a black pupil, one that had not mutated with hair.

The eyeball felt very hard to the touch, almost like it was made of crystal.

At that moment, the diary in Saul's mind flipped open.

April 6, Year 317 of the Lunar Calendar. Clear Day

This is an eye that blends hardness and fragility,

It is the abandoned power of a half-elf.

It can reveal illusion and truth to you,

but it will also draw the pursuit of corruption,

the Eye of Banishment.

Hush, do not meet their gaze…

Just then, Kongsha spoke again. "Heh... you deliberately kept me alive... just to find it, didn't you?"

"Little liar!" Kongsha's lips began to tremble uncontrollably. Her lower body suddenly shattered into countless pieces.

Like an ice sculpture smashed against the ground.

"Fine... I hope you can deceive Gorsa too. Those of the Glare Family, they are best at using people... let him taste what it is like to be used..."

Cracks had already spread from Kongsha's legs to her chest and abdomen.

Kongsha suddenly screamed with all her strength, "Gorsa, if I cannot advance to Third Rank, then you can forget about reaching Third Rank too! I will wait for your mutation in the Abyss!"

"Crack!"

As if she had expelled her final breath, Kongsha shattered entirely, transforming into transparent ice crystals that quickly melted into a dirty puddle of water mixed with impurities, flowing across the floor.

The strongest Second Rank apprentice of the Wizard Tower, the madwoman who once dared to use the Elven King's head, thus completely vanished from the world.

Flakes of snow suddenly filled the air, swirling within the palace hall.

A silver butterfly flitted through the snow and landed beside Saul. "How strange, Brother Saul, how can it be snowing in the Elven Valley? There is no winter season here."

"Could it be a lingering effect from Kongsha?" Saul initially thought so.

But when he saw snow drifting through several halls ahead, he denied that guess. Kongsha’s power could not affect such a wide range.

"Brother Saul, the staircase appeared!"

With Penny’s reminder, Saul quickly turned around. Sure enough, the twisted staircase had appeared once again in the hall.

"Let us hurry and return the Elven King's head to the Pure White Throne!"

Saul stood up and picked up the beautiful head from the ground, only then realizing that in his eyes, the Elven King's face had turned into a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes.

"Penny, what does this head look like to you?"

Penny immediately answered crisply, "Silver eyes, long silver hair, looks just like us Nightmare Butterflies!"

As expected, the Elven King's appearance changed according to one's aesthetic perception.

Saul rotated the head in his hand. He remembered that Kongsha once wore it over her own head.

Thus, the head should be hollow inside.

Just as he thought so, he saw a hole at the base of the head, but it was obviously not large enough to fit Kongsha's head.

"It must have been magic at work. Ugh, the Elven King looks so beautiful outside, but inside is so disgusting."

Saul glanced at the wound on the head for just a moment before turning his gaze away in disgust.

He dared not recall the scene he had just seen. If he did, he would not be able to suppress his urge to vomit.

"How can something like this be brought out?"

Saul took a deep breath. "Let us go."

Before leaving, he looked again at the water stains on the ground. They were already half-dried and no longer resembled a human form.

Ascending the twisted staircase, Saul found that even within the second floor space, disordered snowflakes floated around.

Then the third floor, the fourth floor too.

After the fifth floor, Saul closed his eyes. Yet even so, he could still feel the coolness of snow landing on his face.

When he reached the ninth floor, a white radiance pierced through his eyelids, making Saul realize he had successfully arrived at the ninth level.

He opened his eyes and saw the red carpet and at its end, the Pure White Throne.

Penny fluttered to Saul's side. "Brother Saul, you just need to place the treasure onto the throne."

Saul nodded. Step by step, he walked toward the Pure White Throne. Yet the head in his hand was not immediately placed down.

"Penny."

"I am here, Brother Saul."

"If I return the Elves' treasure to them, will they truly open the way out of the Elven Valley?"

Penny fell silent for a moment before slowly replying. "Brother Saul, in truth, the passage out of the valley has never been sealed. It is the people here who are imprisoned by their own inner desires."

"You see things clearly. Tell me the reason." Saul was surprised. He had not expected this.

Penny lightly landed on an ornate carving at the back of the throne.

"Brother Saul, you can see it too, right?"

Following Penny, Saul placed his hand on the throne. Instantly, the room plunged into darkness.

When he turned around, he unsurprisingly saw the black, white, and gray planet appear behind him.

The massive planet still rotated slowly. When it appeared, it was the continents of Stat, Nephret, and Iskaper that faced Saul directly.

Saul’s heart stirred. The planet suddenly accelerated its rotation, revealing the other side, the one with a massive sinkhole.

That side was as dark as ink, seemingly forever cloaked in shadow.

Only the tips of occasional surging tsunamis carried a trace of pale white.

The deepest part of the sinkhole seemed to reach the earth’s core, perhaps even deeper.

Saul did not know if this pit would continue to deepen.

If it did, would one day another continent from the other side emerge from it?

Would a black tide gush forth and engulf everything?

"Are you talking about this sinkhole?" he asked softly.

Penny flew up and landed on Saul’s shoulder. "Yes, Brother Saul. It was only after seeing this sinkhole and entering the world of the Elves that I understood why they suddenly disappeared from the world."

Saul froze.

Penny had entered the Elves' world?

Has she truly met the Elves?

And Saul himself did not know whether he ought to seek the truth behind the Elves’ disappearance.

Yet thinking about it, he had already obtained the half-elf’s eye and even intimately interacted with the Elven King's head. Was it not a bit too late to talk about avoiding danger now?

He took a deep breath and examined his mental body.

State: Excellent. Suitable for madness.

"Then what exactly happened to the Elves? Why did this depression lead to their disappearance?"

"Brother Saul, the scene you see now is actually a fragment once witnessed by the Elven King."

"Back then, the old king had just died, and the new king ascended. Originally the Elven King only had the peak strength of a Third Rank wizard. With the aid of the Elven King's title, he squeezed into the world of the Fourth Rank. This was not necessarily a bad thing. But he... he should not have, while his realm was still unstable, borrowed the entire tribe’s mental collective to observe a fragmentary truth of the world."

Penny sighed.

"Perhaps he simply wanted to prove he was no worse than the old king."

"You mean the new Elven King, after seeing the sinkhole, led his entire race to destruction? What exactly is a sinkhole?" Saul asked.

Penny smiled bitterly. "I do not know either, Brother Saul. If I did, I would have gone mad by now too."

(End of Chapter)