Chapter 210: Soul Resin 2.0 Plan

Watching Saul’s shifting expression with interest, Gorsa knew the boy must have thought of something.

Ever since he discovered the abnormality in Saul’s soul, he had taken an interest in this little apprentice. The times he had intervened from the shadows were merely to see how far this strange yet gifted talent could go.

If Saul could truly grow stronger, perhaps one day he could actually be of help to Gorsa.

“Since you’ve made your decision, then don’t leave the second warehouse until you’ve resolved your soul-separation issue.”

Saul was momentarily stunned.

Don’t leave the second warehouse? But what about the tasks assigned to him by his mentors?

He had even applied for leave the last time he went outside the tower and had informed the other mentors as well.

“Tower Master, but I still have tasks…”

“It’s not a problem. You can do the sorting work inside the warehouse. I’ll assign you an assistant to handle the deliveries.”

Saul hesitated. This arrangement didn’t quite match the reason he had chosen the second warehouse in the first place.

The job wasn’t just about using some of the warehouse’s materials—it was also about increasing his interactions with various mentors.

But then he thought again—if he couldn’t properly resolve his soul-separation problem, he probably wouldn’t be able to manage this job much longer anyway.

“I understand, Tower Master. I’ll finish the new Soul Resin modification as soon as I can.” Saul had also made up his mind. If he delayed any further, his body might deteriorate even more.

“Good. In fact, this is your true reward for passing Ralph’s trial,” Gorsa said with a smile. “But accidents always happen. Not even I can guard against everything. I’m glad you made it back alive after encountering Kismet. Keep growing stronger, Saul—don’t squander your misfortune.”

Don’t squander misfortune? Seriously?

Saul could only give a wry smile and nod.

When he looked up again, Gorsa had already vanished along with the couch he had been sitting on.

True to his word, he had left Saul a couch behind.

Saul relaxed from the rigid posture he had been holding, sinking into the soft cushions, thinking about what he should do next.

“Soul Resin… fleshcrafting… Could it be that the Soul Resin’s physical properties are too fragile, and its boost to mental and magic power too strong, making my remaining physical body even more incompatible with my soul?”

“Then what if I… went further with the Fleshcraft spell and performed a more extreme modification on myself?”

As a transmigrator, Saul’s incompatibility between soul and body was more pronounced than that of other dark element apprentices.

And judging from how frequently he was experiencing soul separation now, the consequences were much more severe.

If he couldn’t resolve this issue, one day it could very well become his death sentence.

And the reason the diary hadn’t given him any warning was likely because that fatal moment was still far in the future.

“Complete a second Soul Resin modification… and while I’m at it, I should also check if any trace of the original soul remains within me.”

A smile slowly appeared on Saul’s face, his bony fingertips gently tracing a circle on his temple.

As he mulled things over, a chill suddenly crept up the back of his neck. He stood up abruptly and looked behind him.

But all he saw were the corpses standing with their backs to him—nothing else.

The closest ones were the newly added corpses of Bill and Herman.

Thinking of Bill, who had been completely erased, and Herman, whose consciousness was barely clinging on, Saul had a sudden realization.

“What exactly are these corpses? Saying they’re dead doesn’t quite fit—some seem to retain fragments of awareness.”

Saul recalled the scene where the corpse group had been drawn to candlelight and even rushed out of the warehouse. He couldn’t help but question—were they really dead?

Could it be that their bodies still housed some trace of pre-death consciousness?

If the bodies of the dead could indeed retain some remnant of their former minds, then it would make sense that a fragment of the original soul might still exist within Saul.

Maybe he could use these corpses to try extracting their remaining soul fragments.

And then, by extension, determine whether his body contained another soul besides his own.

Returning to his workbench, Saul pretended to pick up his notes for study. In truth, he was summoning the Dead Wizard’s Diary.

Just as he expected, the diary floated open before him.

This time, its dark red hard leather cover slowly flipped open, settling on the first page.

It was an ordinary blank sheet of paper, but written across it in blood-red script were the words:

Master Death, Master Destiny.

As soon as Saul had finished reading it, the diary flipped to the next page.

The second page was the golden one Saul had just obtained.

Staring at the sheet, which gleamed with a metallic luster yet appeared soft and delicate, Saul couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch it.

To his disappointment, he still couldn’t make contact with the diary.

And the golden page didn’t react to him at all—unlike the black pages, which would actively appear and explain their use.

It was as if the golden page hadn’t truly acknowledged Saul yet.

Saul tried several other methods, but the golden page remained unresponsive.

“Looks like using the golden page requires certain conditions. But I don’t know whether they’re environmental or internal.”

With no progress made, Saul had no choice but to set the diary aside.

The golden page likely had something to do with Kismet—it was best to be cautious for now.

“Well then, let’s begin the Soul Resin 2.0 modification. But first, I need to study the theory behind the Fleshcraft spell.”

Saul took out the blood-red magic crystal he’d gotten from Butler Hunter and infused it with his mental energy.

This time, he encountered no resistance and was able to read its contents freely.

Inside was not only the full inheritance of Fleshcraft but also Ralph’s research notes on the Dead Wizard’s Diary.

Each scroll contained over a hundred thousand words. Saul would need to sift through them carefully to avoid being led astray by mistakes of the past.

After just a quick glance, he clicked his tongue and sighed. “No idea how long I’ll be stuck in forced seclusion this time…”

…

While Saul was following the Tower Master’s instructions and hiding in the warehouse to fix his body, a new and terrifying rumor began spreading among the servants and butlers.

George, who had already made a name for himself among the male servants, was carefully leading his younger brother David through the sixth floor of the West Tower—an area reserved for First Rank apprentices and the location of Saul’s former dormitory.

Servants lived on floors 2 through 4 of the West Tower. Butlers lived on the 5th floor. First Rank apprentices lived on floors 6 through 10, and Second Rank apprentices on floors 11 through 13.

According to the Tower’s rules, it was forbidden for servants to enter the floors for apprentices without permission. If anyone pursued the matter, George could be severely punished.

But he had no choice—other than Saul, he didn’t know who else to turn to. Who else would be willing to help?

George had regretted it countless times—why had he tried to act so impressively in his letters home, leading his family to actually believe he held status in the Tower?

Because of that, they had even sent his nine-year-old brother to join him.

When David arrived, he still naively thought that working hard for a couple of years might lead to becoming a wizard apprentice.

Now, not even a month had passed, and David was about to get swept up in a terrifying incident.

Recently, there had been two missing persons cases among the servants.

Unlike previous abnormal deaths, this time there were no bodies, no causes of death. If the butlers hadn’t conducted a routine headcount, no one would’ve even noticed anyone was gone.

And two days after the first person vanished, another servant disappeared.

In the past, when abnormal deaths occurred, the Tower would dispatch apprentices with the appropriate level of strength to handle it.

But this time, there was no body, no evidence—no one knew whether they were dead, had run away, or been devoured by something. As a result, no apprentices were interested in taking the task.

No takers meant the disappearances were likely to continue.

And tonight, David had come to George saying he’d been assigned to clean the corridor on the floor for Second Rank Apprentices.

George’s mind instantly flashed back to two years ago.

He remembered how back then, many servants had died in a short span of time. New recruits couldn’t even keep up with the death rate, leading to a severe labor shortage.

Things didn’t start to calm down until Saul became a wizard apprentice, and the death rate among the servants gradually slowed.

That brought on a long period of peace.

But even so, only five boys from George’s old dorm—where he once shared a bedroll with Saul—were still alive.

Those memories flooded back, and a deep unease settled over George.

He felt certain: these two disappearances were only the beginning.

(End of Chapter)

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