Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 127: Out of the Tiger’s Den, Into the Dragon’s Lair

What kind of light can come from underground?

Saul drew out the Soul Armor scroll, the Soul Borers on his arm writhing more intensely than ever.

Both sides were moving fast—about to collide.

Still no sign of the diary.

“Could it be someone I know?”

Who could it be?

Senior Byron couldn’t use flight magic, so was it Bill? Or Wright?

Saul grew excited and couldn’t help shouting, “Senior?!”

“Saul?”

Sure enough, a familiar voice responded.

The two beams of light clashed in the air.

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Wright’s pale face appeared before Saul.

Saul, thrilled, rushed to explain what had happened on the surface. “Senior Wright, quick, we need to get out of here—!”

“Saul, run!”

Saul: “?”

A Second Rank apprentice like him was no match for a seasoned Third Rank like Wright. The moment they met, Wright grabbed him and started dragging him upward.

After a brief moment of surprise, Saul immediately realized: Wright must have also encountered an enemy he couldn’t defeat.

And there were no other companions behind Wright—clearly a dire situation.

That could only mean Wright had been forced to flee alone—separating from the others to survive.

With this realization, Saul stopped hesitating and directed Little Algae to cooperate with Wright’s strength, helping them both ascend together.

But there were enemies above as well. To prevent a sneak attack, Saul quickly and concisely explained the situation to Wright.

“An enemy that could easily kill you?” Doubt flickered in Wright’s eyes, but he didn’t slow down at all.

“I understand. Stay close to me later.” Wright made a swift decision, flying above Saul—clearly intent on shielding him from whatever was waiting above.

His decisiveness surprised Saul.

Anze’s apprentice, Bill’s companion.

Despite Wright’s usual brash and careless demeanor, Saul had never fully let down his guard around him.

But what he didn’t expect was for Wright, upon learning of a powerful threat, to immediately take point and defend him—instead of using him as a shield.

“Be careful, Senior. The enemy above us might be extremely fast.”

Wright didn’t reply. The wings on his back were flapping rapidly.

Saul stared at the diary, ready to warn Wright at any moment.

But still, the diary remained silent.

“This enemy... Wright might be able to handle him.” Saul felt a little more at ease—even began planning whether they could counterattack.

After all, according to the diary, he had been killed several times already by that enemy. If there was any chance to strike back, Saul would not hesitate.

The enemy was fast. If he wanted to land a killing blow, he’d only have one brief opening.

That moment would come the instant Wright clashed with the enemy.

The bugs on his arm stirred again.

At last, the two of them emerged onto the upper level.

But the cave before them was eerily quiet.

Wright was clearly anxious. He scanned their surroundings briefly. “Forget it, let’s keep moving!”

“Careful, Senior—he might strike fast,” Saul warned again.

But even as they returned to the corridor laced with webs, they never encountered that powerful and mysterious enemy.

While passing through, Saul observed the webs around them. Only the beginning of the corridor on the far side showed signs of disturbance—beyond that, the webs were intact.

This suggested someone had once chased Saul to this point but then turned back for some reason.

Using a quick Light spell, Saul examined the torn webs. The damage showed that whoever it was had broken through by sheer strength or speed.

As expected, the enemy who had chased him could’ve easily burst through here.

So, what had forced them to retreat?

His eyes lit up. He saw Wright up ahead, stopping suddenly, and quickly rushed to his side. Gazing forward, he spotted several familiar figures.

Senior Byron and Bill were both there—unharmed. Only Nick was unconscious, his head hanging as Byron carried him on his back.

Had the one chasing Saul injured him?

Saul rushed forward, his movements startling the tense group.

Once they saw it was Saul, Byron stepped up to greet him.

“Saul, why did you come down here?”

Saul frowned slightly and looked at Wright, who had just caught up.

“You didn’t get my signal? A group of enemies appeared on the surface. They’re sailing a massive three-masted ship—I suspect they’re from the Land Drifters. One of them chased me, and I had no choice but to come down here.”

“What? Those were Land Drifters?!” Byron’s expression changed drastically, and Bill’s face didn’t look much better either.

Bill glanced at Wright, who shrugged. “Things were chaotic just now. I didn’t even notice a signal from Saul.”

Judging from their reactions, Saul realized the enemy they had encountered must have been even more dangerous.

“We’ll talk as we move,” Byron said darkly, adjusting Nick on his back.

It wasn’t walking—they were running.

Saul could feel their genuine fear. It made him tense up too. Who in the world had been chasing them?

They knew full well enemies awaited above, yet they ran for the surface without hesitation. Bill took the lead; Saul brought up the rear.

Soon, they reached their first fork in the path.

“Which way?” Bill shouted without slowing down.

This tunnel wasn’t one Byron’s group had previously explored—it was one Saul had stumbled into by accident.

Only Saul knew how to get back out.

Following his direction, they gradually moved closer to the surface. While doing so, they exchanged information—and soon, both sides understood the trouble each had faced.

It turned out, after several days without encountering any Wraiths, Bill had proposed they delve deeper.

Byron, discouraged by the lack of results, eventually agreed.

Upon finding a downward tunnel, they entered a second underground layer.

Not long after descending, they encountered a terrifying Soulstorm head-on.

Such storms could form when a powerful enough wizard died—or when many wizards perished at once.

Since those spirits had failed to become Wraiths and refused to disperse, their lingering consciousness swirled in an endless loop of collapse and fusion, creating a tornado of soul fragments.

These Soulstorm were fatal to ordinary people and low-rank apprentices alike.

But some powerful wizard apprentices had ways to harvest soul fragments from them.

Byron, who specialized in dark elements, and Bill and Wright—both here for profit—weren’t about to let a small Soulstorm go to waste.

They judged it to be only moderately dangerous. So they attacked the outer edges, trying to dislodge soul fragments trapped within.

But no one expected that their assault would open a small gap in the storm’s outer shell—and from it, the first thing to emerge was a Wraith of full wizard strength!

“A true wizard?!” Saul’s limbs turned cold at the revelation.

He had dared fight Second Rank apprentices. He had survived being hunted by a Third Rank and even caused them some trouble. But he couldn’t even fathom how he might survive pursuit by a full wizard.

“So how did you even make it out alive?”

(End of Chapter)