chsdbacks Chapter 665 Another Wizard and the Notebook
Chapter 665 Another Wizard and the Notebook
Chapter 665 Another Wizard and the Notebook
The rooftop of a tall building in the city center.
The short, black-robed man who had spoken with Professor Victor in the alternate dimension stood on the edge of the rooftop, his hood blown off by the wind, revealing a face whose exact age was impossible to discern.
His hands rested on the railing, his body leaned slightly forward, and his gaze pierced through the thin mist that was slowly gathering again above the fog city, landing on the huge circular cloud hole.
The edges of the cloud cave were as smooth as a mirror, and the azure sky was exposed inside, like a perfect blue circle cut out with a compass on a gray canvas.
He stared at it for a long time.
Suddenly, he laughed, his eyes filled with heartfelt admiration.
His eyes narrowed into two arcs, and two shallow dimples even appeared on his round face.
"Truly exquisite control of power," he murmured, his voice mostly carried away by the wind on the rooftop. "To be able to reach the maximum power output allowed by that level eight wizard so perfectly, while also ensuring that none of the power had any impact on the surroundings."
He gazed quietly at the cloud cave, as if admiring a work of art.
His praise was well-founded.
As the total amount of strength increases, it becomes more difficult to control that strength within a certain threshold.
If it's just releasing a few scattered bursts of power, any wizard can control it precisely.
But if the goal is to achieve a force powerful enough to blast an entire building away and disperse the dense fog covering the entire city, precisely stabilize it within a certain limit, ensuring it doesn't exceed that threshold by even the slightest margin—
The computing power and energy required might even exceed the power itself.
"Truly a promising young talent, no wonder he's a wizard who only reached level five and yet managed to get an entry ticket."
The short man in the black robe withdrew his gaze, turned around, leaned against the railing, put his hands in his pockets, and looked up at the gray sky.
Without a doubt, this short, black-robed man was the wizard who had been hiding beside Professor Victor.
Looking down at the now empty mental hospital below the cloud cave, his expression turned somewhat melancholy, as if he were recalling something unpleasant.
"Speaking of which, I actually got along quite well with that professor." His voice lowered, as if he were talking to himself. "His technical skills are also quite good; he only provided a little technical support, yet he was able to make so many changes."
"Although he rushed down this path too quickly, he was heading in the right direction. It's a pity."
He looked down at the kerosene lamp that had already gone out at his feet.
That was the medium he used to enter the alternate dimension, but now that dimension has collapsed, the lamp has lost its function.
He lightly kicked it, and the kerosene lamp fell from the roof, shattering with a crisp sound on the street below.
"I've lost this round." He turned around and faced north.
The clouds were thicker and the fog was denser over there.
His gaze lingered in that direction for a few seconds, as if he were examining something, before he shook his head regretfully.
"Fine, let's just let that little guy have the city."
As he spoke, he took a step forward.
His feet were standing on empty air, and circles of transparent ripples appeared in the air, as if an invisible staircase was unfolding beneath his feet.
He walked up the steps one by one, his pace leisurely and his posture relaxed, like an old man taking a stroll in his own backyard.
"What a pity, the power I just built up is gone just like that." He muttered to himself as he walked, his tone not so much of a regret as it was more like he was taking stock of some settled account. "If I go to other cities, should I do what that kid did and try to join the government?"
He stopped and tilted his head, thinking for a moment.
"This feels good; judging from this kid's situation, this method is more effective."
His figure grew smaller and smaller in the sky, eventually merging into the clouds and disappearing from sight.
The lingering ripples in the air spread out in concentric circles, gradually disappearing and fading until nothing was left.
Jemin stood at the entrance of the used bookstore, one hand pushing open the wooden door while the other still gripped the doorknob.
Suddenly, he paused slightly, turned his head to the north, and looked across the street to the direction of the towering buildings in the city center.
A flash of dark golden light passed through the depths of his pupils, and various actively enhanced reconnaissance methods were activated and deactivated in an instant.
But Jemin saw nothing.
The sky in that area was no different from anywhere else; everything seemed normal, with nothing unusual to note.
But Jemin knew perfectly well what he was feeling.
That was a "disturbance" from the realm of fate.
It's as if someone gently plucked a string in the network of fate's threads, and then let go.
The strings are still vibrating, but the person who plucked them is gone.
"Hmm—it seems that senior wizard is quite the player when it comes to taking a gamble."
Jemin stood at the door, nodded, and went inside.
The wooden door closed behind him, the hinges making that familiar creaking sound.
He walked skillfully to the rocking chair and sat down.
The wooden planks creaked slightly under the weight, and the rocking chair swayed back and forth a couple of times before settling down.
First, Jemin took out the various strange items he had previously obtained from his personal space expansion bag, and let the test tubes containing these strange items grow hands and feet on their own, and then go to the underground laboratory to put them away themselves.
After doing all this, he took out the black-covered notebook from his inner space, opened it, and started reading from the first page.
Jemin had already used his mental power to roughly scan the contents of the notes.
However, this notebook also contains the spiritual will of Professor Victor, and the information contained within this spiritual will cannot be deciphered by simply scanning with mental power.
Only by carefully observing and following the professor's line of thought can one obtain the hidden information within.
The professor's handwriting was neat and clear, with almost no trace of corrections.
Each page of records is arranged in a fixed format: date, experiment number, purpose, method, results, analysis, and next steps.
It's like writing a diary, or a technical manual.
Jemin flipped through the previous records about the analysis of the strange fragments, skipping the data and conclusions he had already verified in his research, and went straight to the last third of the notebook.
There, the professor no longer recorded experimental data, but began writing more personal things.
【————What is eeriness?】
This is a question that seems simple but has never been truly answered.
The Society of Psychics defines it as "supernatural phenomena that pose a threat to human survival".
This definition is useful, but it is based on a "human perspective," not on the "creepy nature" of things.
What if we turn the perspective around? Looking at humanity from a bizarre angle, what is humanity?
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