Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 372: The Wizard Planet
"The staircase on the left leads to the normal second floor. The one on the right feels like it leads into some kind of abnormal world."
Saul paused and added, "Though it could just as easily be the other way around."
What was considered “normal” here was only relative to the entire Four Seasons Forest.
The reason the paths weren't all dead ends was, of course, because the diary hadn't stopped him from entering the palace.
But when Saul stood before the two staircases, ready to climb either one, the diary gave no warning at all.
“Is the danger not on the surface?”
Saul chose the bizarre-looking staircase that curved strangely before disappearing into the right-side wall.
Having learned his lesson, he didn’t use magic to ascend. Instead, he chose to climb directly—after all, the ceiling of the grand hall was only five or six meters high.
Agu, who wasn’t very mobile, stayed behind to cover him.
Saul hadn’t really studied climbing, but his body was now far stronger than a normal person’s, especially his arm strength. His plan was to rely on his powerful arms to pull himself along, even if he had to hang upside down or move horizontally.
However, as soon as Saul stepped onto the strange staircase, he found that the direction of gravity seemed to shift with the orientation of the stairs.
By the time Saul reached the next floor, he was completely upside-down in relation to the room.
He looked up and locked eyes with Agu, who was looking up at him from below.
Saul gave Agu a slight nod, then stepped forward into the next level.
As soon as Saul entered the next floor, Agu lost sight of him.
It was as if Saul hadn’t just gone up a level, but had entered another dimension entirely.
Agu stood silently in place, waiting for Saul to return or to call him in.
Suddenly, something struck the back of his knee. A chair appeared behind him, forcefully seating him.
Startled, Agu tried to get up, but a footrest flew in and pinned his legs. Then the tasseled cover of the chair wrapped tightly around his limbs, trying to drag him away.
Agu tried to struggle at first, but discovered that the chair and the tassels were remarkably sturdy—he couldn’t break free with brute strength.
Just as Agu decided to take the risk and use magic, he suddenly froze.
Then, surprisingly calm and a little helpless, he sat quietly in the chair.
He allowed the chair and footstool to carry him away.
Meanwhile, Saul had entered what felt like a world where gravity no longer behaved normally.
Everything here was distorted and illogical.
Some tables and chairs stood upright on the walls; others floated in midair. The staircase beneath Saul’s feet didn’t break off—it extended upward to the next room.
Oddly enough, that next room was above him, and that fact in itself felt strange.
He scanned the room. His mental energy told him everything was normal—he could still use it here, without worrying about uncontrollable mental tremors.
Without pausing, Saul stepped into the next room.
If the second room simply had objects in odd places, the third was even more bizarre.
Objects no longer retained their original forms. Furniture and decorations were scattered and fragmented. The room looked like a jigsaw puzzle assembled randomly.
Chair backs jutted out of the walls. Pieces of carpet were scattered randomly. Candleholders and candles didn’t even align, and even the flames of the candles were split into two separate halves.
Only the staircase beneath Saul’s feet remained unchanged.
The fourth room was beneath the third.
Saul turned around on the floating stairs and entered the next room.
And so, he continued—until he reached the ninth room.
By the time he stepped into the sixth room, Saul had already shut his eyes.
He could no longer look directly at the things in the rooms. He wasn’t even sure he was walking through rooms anymore. Prolonged exposure to those abnormalities had caused chaotic tremors in his mental body.
To explore further, he decided to move blind.
Though the darkness was unsettling, gazing into the diary within his mental realm helped stabilize his mind.
He carefully used his mental energy to scan the space around his body, in case of sudden changes he couldn’t otherwise detect.
When he entered the ninth room, the stairs beneath him vanished. So did the wooden handrail.
He tapped forward with his foot—it was flat ground. Judging from the feel beneath his sole, it seemed to be carpeted.
He slowly opened his eyes. The diary gave no warning.
Beneath his feet was a long, red carpet stretching straight ahead. At its end was a white throne. The backrest of the throne was covered with flowers and thorns, and in the center of it hung a small, woven tapestry.
Other than that, there was nothing else.
No walls—just a vast field of white light.
The light wasn’t blinding, but looking at it made Saul’s thoughts sluggish. He had no doubt that staring too long would leave him in a dumbfounded stupor, unable to recover.
He quickly averted his gaze from the white light and refocused on the throne. He thought he heard faint whispers calling out to him.
Frowning, he took a step forward.
The red carpet beneath his feet felt stable, as if laid firmly on solid ground.
As he drew nearer to the white throne, the whispers became clearer.
“ξγυθσρ…γγζ…” freeweɓnovel.cѳm
He couldn’t understand the words, but Saul felt they were inviting him to sit.
It felt like, as long as he sat down, all problems would be solved.
He reached out and gently placed a hand on one of the blooming white flowers.
“ξγυθσρ…γγζ…”
“ξγυθσρ…γγζ…”
The voice from the throne grew lower but still surrounded Saul, never fading.
Then, a strange sensation struck him from behind. He whirled around—startled to see the red carpet had vanished.
He was now standing on the base of the white throne, and beneath him stretched a starry sky.
Starry skies were common—he could see them every night outside the Wizard Tower.
But this one was different.
Directly ahead of Saul—right in front of the throne—floated a planet of black, white, and gray.
It looked like a sketch, but it was a real, slowly rotating planet.
It resembled the kind of planets Saul had seen on television in his previous life, though the distribution of land and sea was unfamiliar.
Still, one massive landmass caught his eye—it looked strikingly similar to the Western Continent map he’d studied in the basic cognition books for wizards.
The Western Continent was on the west side of a larger landmass, known by many names: Stat, Binsning, and others.
But most people from the Western Continent simply called it the Stat Continent.
The Stat Continent also included a Northern Continent and an Eastern Continent.
However, these three continents were separated by a massive central region that ordinary people couldn’t cross. Travel to the other continents required ships or airships, skirting the coasts.
That central region, on the black-and-white planet before him, appeared completely black.
Saul knew—it was called the Wasteland.
Some even jokingly referred to it as the Wizard’s Graveyard.
Why it was called Wasteland, however, was not something Saul could yet understand.
Besides the Stat Continent, there were two other continents on the planet.
Their names had also appeared in the basic knowledge of all things.
Nephret Continent and Iskaper Continent.
“So this is what our world looks like,” Saul thought, awestruck like an astronaut seeing Earth from space for the first time.
“The northernmost part of the Stat Continent is actually a chain of massive mountains. They’re so tall! I can see them clearly from this angle.”
“Huh? Why does the edge of the mountain range look so clean—like it was sliced with a knife? Beyond the mountains… it looks like the ocean.”
“This range looks like a giant wall… could it be the ‘Wall of Sighs at the Northern Edge’ mentioned in the books?”
Beyond that mountain range to the north, there was no more land. No Arctic continent, no clusters of icebergs—just endless ocean.
White waters stretched as far as Saul could see, flowing toward the hidden side of the planet.
Saul: This world is so beautiful!
(End of Chapter)
