Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 73 Diary

As soon as the soul returned to the body, Mr. Sa woke up.

Mr. Sa: "What happened? Why did I suddenly fall asleep?"

Teacher Xia: "So that's what we look like when we sleep..."

In the past eight days, Wei Dianyuan also went back to sleep, and he was no stranger to this.

The two recounted what had just happened.

But because most of it was Barry talking to himself, they didn't have much information.

Mr. Sa: "It's really useless, my Xia. Brother Yang has asked you to learn Common Language seriously. Are you doing something like a god or demon?"

Teacher Xia: "?? He didn't tell me alone. Have you learned it?"

Mr. Sa: "I learned it and couldn't hear it just now."

Teacher Xia: "You're so good, you can't give me a hard time at all."

...

Heine found three notebooks in the corner of the bookshelf.

I don’t know what kind of material the paper pages are made of. It has only turned yellow and brittle after being stored for so many years, but it is still usable.

Except for the first one, which is still recording time seriously, the rest are gradually stream of consciousness.

The grammar used by Barry is quite different from today's lingua franca habits.

However, Heine studied under the Burial Ground and later under Dylan. As the "personal descendant of Gitiller", he has no problem understanding these records.

"Prologue

Today is December 951, and I'm ready to strip myself of my anger.

Considering that this will make me forget a lot of things, I must record everything that happened in the past.

Maybe they can save me before I'm completely lost and drag me back to the world of the living.

——Barry Gitile

...

July 948

I forgot which day it was, but it was a great day.

I, Barry Gitile.

The first patriarch of the Gitil family.

The great defector, the worshiper of false gods, and the researcher of taboos.

got caught.

In order to get me, Saberia set up an ambush in the hunting ground at the risk of causing a war.

I knew that the group of elves who wandered here had been coveting this forest for a long time, but I didn't expect them to be so bold.

But when I saw some of my former colleagues from the Church of Shadow, I felt relieved.

No wonder he knows me so well. It turns out that these scum are cooperating.

From what I know about the Archduke, he will not come to me.

He is far less courageous than his father.

As long as this group of people spread the news that "Barry escaped back to Saint-Sitin", he will not investigate further, but will strictly monitor my children.

I hope Anne can protect them.

As for myself...

I can't believe that Saberia went to such great lengths to get me here just to torture me.

He was waiting for me to lose patience, and I was waiting for him.

...

December of the same year

Fifty-one days later, Saberia found me for the third time.

I admit that this guy has a great talent for people-pleasing and sweet talk.

For example, he brought the bodies of those "former colleagues".

He said the role of these people only ends there.

They have gone to testify before the Grand Duke that Barry could not bear the weather here and returned to the North...

Those people in the church don’t bother to “seek proof” for others, so I was completely locked up here.

(Note: It was also at that time that I decided to conduct experiments on deconstructing the magic circle myself.)

I decided to talk to Saberia and at least arrange the deconstruction circle.

He said he would come back to me in three days.

...

July 949

Another 33 days have passed since the last time.

The deconstruction circle is basically completed. I hope it can be more complete before I stand in it.

I remember the soldier standing behind the Grand Duke said that my anger was very mixed.

Like water-shabu-shabu with a lot of paint, it will eventually appear turbid black.

This dark rage would give me unexpected power, but at the cost of pushing me into the underworld.

Would make me a lich.

...

July 949

(Note: maybe March?)

It has been 45 days since I last wrote in my diary.

I wrote the first version of the experimental plan based on Saberia's needs.

I needed a lot of material and he brought it.

These elves are skinny and wounded, and they are basically fugitives.

Where did he get all these prisoners? Did he go to Mercury Forest to rob the prison?

And didn’t the Archduke warn them? You are not allowed to step into the hunting ground. How did you bring people in?

...

After 94 days.

Taking 90 days as a cycle, the first round of experimental results came out.

All fusions died.

But I found the direction...

Human zombies are so difficult to make, why not try beasts?

...

After 205 days.

The third round of experiments was successful.

Four elves can transform into mountain eagles without disintegrating their bodies.

Saberia said they worked wonders on the battlefield.

Wait...battlefield?

What battlefield?

Where is the war?

(Note: I should have realized then that these long-eared monkeys were competing for the lord’s hunting ground.)

...

About 200 days later.

Although the fifth round of experiments failed, the conclusion this time was more gratifying than the "barely successful" one last time.

I can already confirm that there are a lot of similarities between the dream school of tree herders and necromancy.

Sure enough, any spell involving the soul ultimately has only two destinations.

One is the Shadow Realm and the other is the Underworld.

The guardians of the spirits are psychics.

The sages of the Golden People are psychics.

Dwarven Stonespeakers are also psychics.

What is the difference between the so-called 'heroic souls' and the undead that lie dormant in the holy tomb of the Luku people?

It’s nothing more than packaging.

...

The tenth round of experiments is over.

Saberia brings good news and bad news.

The bad news is that the shapeshifters are considered evil and have been banished by the higher-ups of Quicksilver Forest.

But he has found a solution.

He guaranteed that this genius idea would be written into the books of tree shepherds and become one of the pillar schools of thought.

Such people should not believe in nature, life, or the free wind.

He should be a follower of Hades.

As for the good news…

He told me triumphantly that the war was over.

The elf won.

They seized the forest and renamed it.

I have never been so angry that the death that surrounds me is tinted black.

But Saberia was laughing.

He seemed to be looking forward to this moment extremely.

I suddenly understood.

He is indeed a psychic too!

No wonder he had such a genius idea, he knew what I needed and the materials he provided perfectly matched my requirements...

Living souls soaked in negative emotions make the best ghosts.

This way he can summon me back from the underworld and become a lich.

In this way, I will become his eternal slave!

I suppressed my anger.

Like a wild beast that has put away its fangs.

He left disappointed.

Maybe he thought there would be a next time.

But this time he was wrong.

I'm standing on the deconstruction circle.

I want to break off my own fangs with my own hands.

...

Today is December 951.

The experiment was over and I got a bottle of "Rage".

It was as black as algae and as disgusting as wet hair.

This also contains at least one-third of my power.

But I do feel much calmer.

I no longer want to smash Saberia's hooked nose. "

……

This is the last time a clear date is recorded.

Then Saberia seemed to disappear, leaving only the experiments day after day.

When Jungle Wind reappeared, he was surprised at Barry's calmness.

But he had no time to care about that because he was dying of old age.

Heine calculated the time, and it seemed that the end was approaching when Saberia caught Barry.

Sure enough, he had been thinking about using "Seize the Body" on himself from the beginning.

This time, he wanted to seize a magical beast.

And what he was interested in was not an ordinary monster.

It is the sacred beast of the Eagle Mountain, the totem of the dwarves and the Konu people.

Eli the Wind Rider.

He took away the drawings of the final version of the deconstruction circle and wanted to complete the process himself.

Heine was shocked!

The big one is coming!

But turning back - nothing.

what?

there is none left?

There is no follow-up to this matter!

What's behind is extremely cold and capable.

Perhaps stripped of his emotions, his senses became numb and dull.

All that's left in his life is experimentation.

He also lost the concept of time.

There are no day, night, or seasons here...

He lost all points of reference.

He records everything like an experiment journal.

Saberia disappeared, but a group of strange elves came.

They were blocked by the brass door outside and had to enter through the vent that was now behind Barry.

Then it all became material.

The next time there was a definite exchange, the name "Silver Wings" came up.

Heine became solemn again.