Chapter 287 What I Want Is Not
Six-Handed Angela asks Thor to give her a new name to serve as her new identity.
But in his current state, Thor was not interested in naming others, and he simply refused: "You define your own identity."
The girl began to feel conflicted again.
"Don't worry." Thor said, and then he checked the situation of the other three spiritual consciousnesses again.
When he was not communicating with them, the energy of their spiritual consciousness was dissipated very slowly.
"Now that the diary has become a locator, the energy consumption when I communicate with them is also reduced, so the frequency of replenishing their energy in the future can also be reduced."
Without joy, he calmly analyzed the current situation.
Afterwards, Thor asked the four to wait aside while he began to read the diary again.
He had reread all the contents of the diary and had some understanding of the situation of the four spirits.
Now that the consciousness platform is still stable, Thor decided to use the "Observation History" ability again to check the diary here.
He wanted to see if, in a consciousness closer to the diary, he could see a different history.
"Don't bother me from now on."
The four consciousnesses hurriedly stood in the distance and said yes respectfully.
Thor lowered his head and activated his mental power.
There is no need to affect his eyes. After all, he is just a conscious being now.
As Thor regained consciousness, a star suddenly began to twinkle in the sky.
The star was very dim compared to the other lights.
Especially after flashing quickly, it becomes even dimmer.
Thor was staring at the diary and didn't notice it, but the other four spirits all noticed the changes in the starry sky.
Especially Agu and Morton, the two couldn't help but look at each other.
They observed the star for a few seconds, and then simultaneously shifted their gaze to other stars, their expressions gradually changing from calm to solemn.
What abilities the master is using.
But his abilities are so numerous that they can rival the stars in the sky! For a moment, the two people whose brains worked too fast fell silent.
Only Angela, who was careful to calm herself, and Hermann, who was not so smart, remained calm.
Thor didn't know that Agu and Morton had repositioned his level because of their imagination. He was now focusing on the new history of the diary he had dug up.
When Thor used his mental power and looked at the diary of the dead wizard again, light and darkness alternated, and a new world appeared before his eyes.
It was a quiet night, and Thor looked down at the earth.
There was no grass or trees on the earth, and everywhere you looked, there were piles of bones.
In the distance were endless snow-capped mountains, but none of them were as tall as the one in front of Thor.
But this one is not a snow mountain, but a mountain of corpses.
This mountain of corpses, made up of rotting corpses and bones, towered like clouds. The closer to the top of the mountain, the "fresher" the piled bones looked.
It turned into an inverted snow mountain with white below and red above!
On the top of the Corpse Mountain, there is a huge stone base made of gray rock.
The stone seat was simple and majestic, with dense runes engraved on its back, and it became the most normal existence on this mountain of corpses.
A blurry black shadow sat in the middle of the stone seat, holding in his hand the diary that Thor was most familiar with.
The man held a diary in one hand and a black absorbent pen in the other, writing something quickly on the pages of the diary.
But this time, because of the different perspective, Thor couldn't see what was on the pages.
Just as the black shadow wrote, the mountain of corpses under the other party's feet became higher and higher, and closer and closer to the starry sky above his head.
Thor didn't know how much time had passed. His perspective rose along with the mountain, but the black shadow who was writing became more and more agitated, and it was obvious that his handwriting was becoming more and more sloppy.
After a long time, the black shadow suddenly stopped writing, put down his pen and looked up at the sky. The starry sky above his head was still out of reach.
"This road is blocked." The man said in a low voice.
This sentence seemed to be a variation of the language of the dead, and Thor barely understood it.
Then, the man suddenly opened the cover of the diary with one hand and tore off all the pages inside with the other.
He casually threw the red hard shell cover under the pile of corpses. The deep red cover quickly rolled down along with the corpses, blending into the blood and could no longer be found.
And the pages of the book that he tore off were shattered again, turning into flying snow and covering the mountain of corpses.
Watching the bloody mountain of corpses and white bones being covered bit by bit, until finally the original appearance could no longer be seen, Thor heard the black shadow sigh and disappear.
This chapter of history came to an end, Thor opened his eyes, and returned to the consciousness platform once again.
The four spiritual consciousnesses were still waiting there, looking at him carefully, and they didn't seem to notice that Thor had just watched a short movie in front of everyone.
"This paragraph is also a part of the history of the diary. Is it trying to explain something to me?"
"That shadow caused so many deaths, but it's clear that these deaths didn't bring him satisfactory results. This path is a dead end... What did death fail to do? Become a god?"
For a moment, Thor could only think of this possibility.
After all, most wizards pursue knowledge in order to pursue power.
God is the top level of life consciousness created by many intelligent creatures.
In the wizarding world where Thor lives, there is also the concept of God, but most of them are just self-proclaimed names of some powerful beings, or spiritual sustenance for the weak.
If we relax our requirements for gods, even the nightmare butterfly can be called a god in front of the ignorant.
The figure in history was causing death, and Kismet was also causing death. But Thor did not think that figure was Kismet.
Although the face of the black figure on the stone seat could not be seen clearly, his Kismet temperament was completely different.
Did Kismet know that creating death would not work? And even if creating death could make him a god, Thor did not intend to take this path to become stronger.
It’s nothing, just our three views don’t match.
In this world with spiritual power and consciousness, if what you do is inconsistent with your own values, it is not just a matter of inner uneasiness.
That will really lead to alienation and pollution.
Thor looked at the diary in his hand and asked in his heart: "Is death what you want?"
The diary did not answer.
Thor asked himself and answered: "No."
He smiled slightly, "That's not what I want."
"Whether or not this road is blocked, I have my own way, and I don't want death."
Just as Thor was thinking of this, the diary of the dead wizard floating above his right hand suddenly began to flip rapidly.
After turning over the golden pages, the white pages filled with words that Thor didn't recognize began to shatter into pieces.
Just as presented in the historical paragraph of the diary, the white pages shattered into powder, flew into the dark starry sky above, and finally disappeared.
The others looked up at the fragments that flew into the sky and disappeared, each with a confused look on their face.
Only Thor looked calm.
Although he also felt a little disappointed in his heart.
He knew that this meant that he might forever lose the "legacy" left to him by the previous owner of the diary, but he did not feel any regrets at this moment.
“That’s not my path.”
He told himself so.
Although the four people around him didn't know what had happened, looking at Thor in front of them, they seemed to feel that this master had undergone a transformation.
"Now that the locator is ready, the third level is just a matter of witchcraft. I have abandoned the path of my predecessor, but now my own path is not particularly clear. However, I am only a preparatory third-level apprentice now, so there is no rush." Thor slowly gathered his thoughts. He felt that his "observation history" ability had become extremely weak and could no longer be used on the diary.
The next object to be used should not be too powerful or too complex, and it should be one that Thor is familiar with.
Thor raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Zao... is that okay?"
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