This World Is Too Beautiful, I Dare Not Look

Over the past few days, he had refined the potion from within the heart and, based on its properties, components, and reactions, found its match in the registration room.

Heart Guardian, capable of helping a dying person hold on for a day and a night.

The general principle was to continuously emit energy, keeping failing organs active.

This potion was prohibitively expensive; even with the bag of Magic Crystal he received from Peggy, Thor could not afford it.

It was the kind of life-saving potion that a level two apprentice would empty their life savings to buy for themselves.

Fortunately, although Thor could not afford to buy it, he could refine it.

It was just that he had received the heart a bit too late; after the experiment reacted for a day and a night, he had only managed to refine two or three drops of not-so-pure Heart Guardian.

But for a newcomer like him, it was enough.

Thor opened the petri dish with one hand, leaned down, and licked a drop directly.

A surge of pure energy immediately burrowed from the tip of his tongue into his body, as if it were a living thing.

It traveled down his throat, esophagus, stomach, and intestines, then took a turn and entered his left hand.

The pain in his left hand decreased once more, until it vanished bit by bit.

Following this came a sense of dizziness.

Thor blinked, his steps unsteady; he tried to move forward but retreated instead, finally losing his balance and plopping onto the floor.

Unlike before, this dizziness was not unpleasant.

On the contrary, it felt blissful, like floating on air.

It was just like being high.

"Hehe."

Thor couldn't help but giggle, not resisting the dizziness, and simply lay back, sprawling on the floor while staring at the ceiling above.

The ceiling began to spin, reaching out its hands toward Thor to invite him to dance.

Thor happily reached his hands out toward the ceiling, because dancing with the ceiling didn't require standing up.

He felt as if he and the ceiling were waltzing together, or performing some other elegant dance.

They spun around together.

Round, and round, and round again.

He thought the ceiling was beautiful.

He really wanted to lean up and give it a kiss.

Just as Thor struggled to stretch his neck, a loud "bang" startled the ceiling away.

Thor's consciousness briefly returned, and he turned his head to look.

The scarlet door was slammed open by someone, and bubbles of all colors poured in from outside.

Black, blue, white, purple, red, yellow, green, gray...

So many bubbles, as if a hundred giant bubble machines had started at once, filling the entire room.

Amidst the bubbles, a strange humanoid creature walked in.

"Uh, Senior Byron?" Thor recognized the person as Byron and wanted to reach out to greet him, but he couldn't muster the strength.

Besides, that Senior Byron looked very strange too.

Thor squinted his eyes.

Senior Byron's two arms were growing on the same side, and his eyes, mouth, and nose were not where they were supposed to be.

Ten fingers danced on the senior's bald head, while his original hair grew where his ears should have been.

"Thor, wake up! You must snap out of it!"

The voice reached Thor's ears, but for a moment, he couldn't grasp what it meant.

"Thor!"

"Tho--rr--"

Byron's voice also began to distort.

Thor finally realized that his perception of the entire world was malfunctioning.

He hurriedly shook his head with force.

But with his movement, the entire world, like soapy water, shook out countless bubbles.

The entire Corpse Room was shattered.

Not only did Byron change from bizarrely shaped to falling apart, but even Thor himself was no longer in his original position.

He saw his own arms swimming in mid-air like little fish, his mouth opening and closing as it drifted by, and his two eyeballs staring at each other...

"No! This is all an illusion!"

Thor did not close his eyes to escape, nor did he shake his head again.

None of that was useful.

If my eyes had truly flown away, the scene before me shouldn't be what I was seeing now.

Thor heard Byron's muffled voice again.

"Gotta--win--uh--hey--"

"What is he saying?"

Thor racked his brain, trying to recall.

"Right, it's, it's positioning!"

Thor's brain spun at high speed, and for a moment, the world before his eyes began to spin rapidly as well.

Thor also felt a wave of intense dizziness.

"Positioning, I must find something that can help me re-orient my perception of the world."

What was there that was stable enough to anchor Thor's cognition?

His left eye strained to turn to the left, turning with all its might...

Finally, Thor saw it.

Where his left shoulder should have been, a Hardcover Book was floating quietly.

Silver-stamped, ornate letters suddenly appeared on the cover of the book.

Thor had never learned those characters, but he recognized them nonetheless.

Death Wizard Diary!

With the appearance of the diary, Thor's left shoulder finally returned to its original position.

Then came his left chest, left arm, torso, neck, lower limbs, hands, feet, and hair.

Everything about Thor finally returned to its proper place, and the world before his eyes finally returned to normal.

He slowly climbed up from the ground, looking at Byron, who was staring at him with a serious expression.

"Senior, thank you for saving me."

A wound appeared on Byron's throat again, clearly self-inflicted just now to get Thor's attention.

But he shook his head at this moment. "You saved yourself."

He stepped closer to Thor, looking him up and down from head to toe.

"How on earth did you do it? To actually complete such a crazy Wizard Body Modification and still maintain your sanity."

Byron opened his mouth and reached inside, pulling out a black crystal ball.

Thor recognized this; it was a tool for testing mana.

"Give it a try."

Thor held the crystal ball.

The black color inside the crystal ball faded rapidly.

"11 Joules..." Byron's gaze became incredibly complex again. He looked at Thor as if he were seeing someone who had won the jackpot on their first lottery ticket.

He knew Thor was undergoing Wizard Body Modification and had even contributed some effort to it, but he had never imagined that Thor could independently explore such a successful modification plan.

This modification plan must have been extremely dangerous; the moment Byron saw Thor, he felt as if he were about to turn into foam and drift away.

How could this be the reaction to a Wizard Body Modification?

It was clearly the appearance of a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice whose consciousness was collapsing.

Yet, the black crystal ball clearly indicated that Thor was indeed still a Level 1 Apprentice.

But how did he manage to find his positioning anchor before his consciousness collapsed?

Thor did not know that Byron had already thought so much. Looking at the reaction of the black crystal ball, he jumped up in excitement.

After his efforts in meditation over the previous period, Thor's mana had still only been 4 Joules, not even reaching 5.

But after successfully modifying his left hand, his mana had instantly surged to 11 Joules.

He had completed the requirements set by mentor Kazi, and he still had more than half a month of spare time left.

He could also feel that within his left hand, energy was still continuously modifying the rest of his body.

His mana would certainly continue to increase.

Not only that, but the greatest gain from this trip was his Hardcover Book.

He finally knew its title!

It really was the "diary" that Sid had once whispered about.

What kind of existence's diary could possess the terrifying ability to predict death?

And how did Sid know of the diary's existence?

"Thor." Byron's words interrupted Thor's train of thought. He rubbed his hands together, his face slightly flushed. "Could you sell this modification formula to me?"

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