Chương 7: The Sage's Diary

No man can resist the temptation of pornography.

Clearly, Shane is a real man.

"Glossary entry stripping!"

Upon seeing the entry information, Xia En focused all his energy and charged forward recklessly.

As it turns out, hesitation leads to defeat.

Frillie's actions and his command to strip the words were separated by only 0. 01 seconds.

"Hmm? They're all broken..."

Frillie, sitting at the table, wanted to pick up the diary on the table to take a look, but as soon as her hand touched the diary, the long-sealed pages rotted and turned into a pile of dust.

This is normal. No paper can last for thousands of years; it's at most preserved for a hundred or two hundred years.

But at the same time, the instant her hand touched the diary, three yellow lights suddenly appeared behind her and in front of Xia En.

The stripping was successful!

With her "magical perception," Frillie naturally sensed the subtle energy fluctuations coming from behind her.

She turned around in confusion, and then saw Xia En collapse without warning.

"Shane?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Failed again! Why did I fail again?!"

A rough, hoarse voice repeated irritably in my ear, accompanied by the sound of something falling to the ground.

Xia En felt like his head was about to explode.

He struggled to open his eyes, and all he saw was that cramped and simple room.

But unlike before, the room was now piled high with books and parchment, so much so that there was no room to step.

"There must be something wrong with the magic power used to activate the spell! Should it increase or decrease? Let me calculate, let me calculate..."

Before him stood a hunched figure wearing a cloak and hood, hunched over a desk, constantly calculating something while muttering to himself.

Xia En didn't know who the other person was, but a voice in his heart told him that this person might be the owner of the room.

He wanted to ask the other person what was going on, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't say a word.

I wanted to pat the other person on the shoulder to get their attention, but my hand slipped through their body as easily as passing through a thin mist, and the other person was completely unaware of it.

Xia En was stunned.

"￥%@!"

He roared angrily, but no sound came out.

He was scared and wanted to leave the room, but found it was impossible.

He was like a ghost, suddenly imprisoned behind the room's owner, unable to speak, move, or leave.

"￥%@!"

Unaffected by Xia En's constant struggle behind the scenes, the figure at the table was engrossed in writing and drawing.

After trying various methods, Xia En finally gave up and stopped.

Then, everything in his field of vision went dark, and the scene changed.

……

The hooded figure was deciphering a magic book.

From Shane's perspective, the book title, "The Notebooks of the Wise Evie," is clearly visible.

It seemed that interpreting this book was not easy; the hooded figure would sweep away a page of draft paper every now and then, and soon the floor was piled with scraps of paper.

……

The hooded figure attempted to activate a magic spell, but failed, and became very frustrated.

He kept cursing and swearing for a long time.

……

The hooded figure stood in the center of the palace hall. On the ground beneath his feet was an extremely complex magic incantation, with viscous blood flowing over it, making it both bloody and eerie.

Xia En could almost smell the stench of blood.

He frowned as he watched the hooded figure stand within the magic circle and unleash the spell.

The pool where he had met Frilian before suddenly began to boil, and then countless black water droplets emerged from the pool, slowly gathering into a ball in the air.

How should I describe that lump?

It rolled and twisted, like a lump of living black asphalt.

Then, he watched as the hooded figure casually beckoned a cup, hunched over, and walked toward the ball of black water in the air.

"It's all worth it so that humanity can completely eliminate the demon race and achieve final victory."

"Teacher, when we meet again in the future, will you praise me or despise me?"

……

The hooded figure tried again to activate the magic circle that had failed before, but failed once more.

……

The hooded figure began to do more calculations, with torn draft papers scattered everywhere.

……

The hooded figure tried again to activate the magic circle that had failed before, but failed once more.

……

The hooded figure began adding those "rolling, twisting black asphalt" to the failed magic incantation, and this time, the magic went out of control.

A blurry figure appeared within the magic circle. The hooded figure tried to stabilize the magic circle, but in the end, the blurry figure melted into a pool of blood.

This time, the hooded figure didn't utter any insults; he sat motionless beside the magic circle for a very long time.

……

The hooded figure began to continuously test the magic circle, constantly testing the amount of black asphalt needed.

The floor of the palace hall was stained red with blood again and again.

……

Bones and flesh began to appear in the magic circle.

……

The magic circle produced human limbs that took shape.

……

Xia En felt like she was going crazy.

He didn't know how much time had passed; it felt like a lifetime had gone by.

He hovered behind the hooded figure, watching him slide into extremes day by day. From being completely bewildered at the beginning, he eventually came to understand the other's intentions... This ruthless person was trying to create "people".

Xia En felt that he must have entered the maze the wrong way.

It's all an illusion.

"The teacher's method must be correct."

Once again, the hooded figure's rough, muttering voice rang in my ears.

"This is the last time."

"All research materials must be destroyed to prevent interference from those who 'predict the future'."

As these words were spoken, the hooded figure snapped his fingers, and all the books and drafts in the room flew up, which the hooded figure then manipulated to pile up in the palace hall.

Then, a fireball was launched.

All the documents were burned.

The moment the flames soared into the sky, he activated the magic circle on the ground. After countless experiments, he finally succeeded.

A complete person appeared within the magic circle.

"￥%@!"

Xia En roared.

But in the empty hall, there was no sound from him. In the rising heat of the flames, he clearly saw the person standing in the center of the magic circle—it was his past self, anxiously crossing the road in a hurry…

drop-- It felt as if an electric current was shooting through my brain and pounding into my eardrums.

Xia En clutched his head in pain. He wanted to curse, and even wanted to ask the madman in front of him if he knew how painful it was to be hit by a truck and thrown 200 meters!

Just then, the hooded figure who had been facing away from him suddenly turned around.

A pair of scarlet, crazed eyes entered Xia En's line of sight. The owner of the eyes tilted his head, slowly twitching the corners of his mouth, revealing a murky, sinister smile to Xia En.

"Hehe, teacher, we did it!"