The sun shone brightly.
Another year of spring had arrived.
Half a year had passed since Saul's advancent to the third rank.
During these six months, the Borderland had truly been thrown into chaos.
The Firefly Lord Herbert had suddenly died from mutation, the Wind Sprite Pei'er had mysteriously disappeared, and the impact of Dreammaker Clark's death still hadn't completely settled. Most of the settlents' factions had launched into a resource war.
Only the area around Rhine Lake remained relatively peaceful.
Because this was where the Borderland's current only third-rank wizard resided.
Initially, only so nearby small factions ca to seek Saul's protection. Most others remained in a wait-and-see mode.
Three third-rank wizards from different factions had jointly governed the Borderland.
So many people wanted to see how the Tribunal and Stargate Council would react.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, half a year had passed in the blink of an eye, yet neither the Tribunal nor the Stargate Council had sent other third-rank wizards to station in the Borderland.
Nor had they helped any veteran second-rank wizards advance to third rank.
After waiting half a year for news, Corey finally understood that the Stargate Council would not nominate any other third-rank wizards.
And she had sowhat guessed the reason.
A wizard who had just advanced yet independently completed the sealing of the Storm Eye.
A Purity Wizard Tower master who had killed Herbert and made Pei'er completely disappear within a single day (this is what outsiders speculated).
Whether it was the Tribunal or the Stargate Council, neither would treat him as an ordinary third-rank wizard.
They needed ti to consider and observe.
Unable to wait for her opportunity, Corey could only leave the Borderland.
Corey's departure was like a signal. In the days that followed, large numbers of factions began pledging allegiance to Saul.
But regardless of what scale of faction ca to seek his allegiance, Saul never changed his style of handling affairs.
He delegated all complex matters to the first few wizards who had pledged to him, then had the experienced Steward Hope manage these wizards.
After making an appearance to stabilize the nearby situation, he buried himself in his laboratory.
Over the past six months, besides consolidating his magic power and ntal strength, he had mainly been researching the changed Dead Wizard's Diary.
This diary repeatedly issued death warnings when he was weak, helping Saul avoid risks and correct his research direction.
But as Saul's strength grew and his enemies' levels rose accordingly, the diary's ordinary pages rarely issued warnings to him anymore.
Most crises, Saul could avoid using his abilities, and for the portion he couldn't avoid, he often needed the golden pages to run simulations, searching for that thread of light hidden in the dark future.
But whether it was ordinary white pages, black pages, or the rarest golden pages with only two remaining, they were all extrely passive powers.
Previously, Saul could only slightly control the black pages that stored consciousness bodies.
But he completely didn't understand how the diary's power operated.
So, although the Dead Wizard's Diary had beco Saul's locator after saving him much learning and research ti, if Saul continued to be unable to understand the diary's power operation mode, he couldn't further master control of his locator.
In the future, this would be a major hidden danger.
To quickly master the power he possessed, after stabilizing his strength, Saul had been continuously studying the diary.
On the day after his birthday, Saul finally found a thread of opportunity to unveil the diary's mysterious veil.
At this mont, Saul stood on the top floor of the Purity Wizard Tower. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see Rhine City under construction outside the mushroom forest.
Because Saul preferred quiet, the Rhine City across from him was quite far from the wizard tower.
Saul raised his hand, and the Dead Wizard's Diary in his hand floated into mid-air, level with his line of sight.
He tried to empty his mind as much as possible, making only the diary clear in his vision while everything else beca illusory due to a lack of focus.
Then, Saul's ntal power spread to the diary's surface, constantly adjusting the fluctuation frequency until it achieved a strange synchronization with the diary.
The diary, once untouchable, quickly gave Saul feedback.
After a jolt of electric-like stimulation, a white page in Saul's vision suddenly lost its color, transforming from a three-dinsional white page into a line construction resembling a sketch.
On the page appeared crisscrossing straight lines. These lines varied in depth and lightness, seemingly simple two-dinsional patterns yet giving an illusion of substantial three-dinsionality.
Saul's ntal power guided the page, continuing to adjust angles and amplitude.
The lines in the diary seed to leap from the paper surface, suddenly transforming from two-dinsional to three-dinsional.
Only then did Saul realize that the lines that had seed to be on the sa plane were actually projections of an extrely complex three-dinsional pattern.
The three-dinsional figure on the page had no regularity—neither round nor square, seemingly sharp yet blunt.
Lines that appeared short actually had faint extensions, stretching from before Saul all the way to the horizon.
"These lines are sowhat like fate lines, but not quite the sa. Fate lines are curved, constantly changing, tangled threads. But the lines on the page are all straight."
Thinking of the projection this three-dinsional figure had just cast on the white page, Saul couldn't help but form a new hypothesis.
"Could it be that these lines are actually projections of things on the diary?"
"Certain predetermined things are straight lines. Their trends and angles are captured by the diary, then evolved into text I can understand."
"Could this be the real reason the Dead Wizard's Diary can issue death warnings?"
Saul reached out to gently fiddle with the three-dinsional figure above the diary.
His fingers passed through the figure without causing any effect.
Just like the diary of the past, it was only a projection on his retina, or rather, his consciousness body.
But when Saul swept over the page with his ntal power, he could clearly sense the figure above the diary.
“Currently, I can only see how warnings are ford. If I could decipher the principles behind the line construction and use the sa power to influence them, would it be possible to reverse?"
"In other words... change other people and things' fates?"
Saul beca lost in thought until the sun in the sky slid from overhead to the mountain peaks.
He rubbed his aching temples. "It's still too complex. Although third-rank wizards can mobilize external forces, it's still quantitative change, not yet reaching qualitative change. To use the diary's warning power to reverse influence other people and things, I still have a very long road ahead."
Saul withdrew from his state of intense ntal concentration.
The diary also disappeared from his palm.
Compared to researching how to change the diary's power, there was now a more pressing problem before Saul.
"After gaining control of the diary, I discovered that the white pages' operation requires continuous consumption of a type of energy. That should be the energy Kist obtained by constantly causing trouble and changing people's fates."
"Let's temporarily call it death energy. After all, a person's death is the maximum extent of change to their fate."
"Now, without Kist replenishing death energy for the diary, given my current power level, the diary's consumption rate of death energy will only get faster and faster. I'm afraid the remaining energy won't last many years."
The Dead Wizard's Diary had already beco Saul's locator, one of the cores of his power. Saul couldn't possibly watch his energy be depleted.
"What should I do next? Do I also have to kill people everywhere like Kist to replenish the diary's death energy?"
(End of Chapter)
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