Although Oqili’s real purpose for using the Baisec Magic Mirror was to push the limits through reckless experimentation and thereby enhance his locator—

During the experiments, Saul discovered that this magic mirror was indeed surprisingly useful.

At the very least, it offered a great deal of help in improving his reaction speed.

Of course, what concerned him more was that he seemed to have accidentally uncovered something strange about the Old Witch!

While many wizards tend to ignore their outward appearance in pursuit of truth and power, many female wizards still prefer to avoid becoming overly horrifying or hideous.

Was the person in the mirror the Old Witch herself? Or was it a reflection formed by some other reason?

Unfortunately, that image only appeared once. Afterward, no matter how Saul secretly observed the Old Witch in the mirror, he never saw that alluring, sharp-eyed young woman again.

Five days later, Saul completed the fusion of four different bodies. Drawing on his experience from resurrection experiments, he managed to temporarily suppress the rejection reactions between the bodies of different races.

The moment the experiment was completed, the Old Witch, as if sensing something, rushed forward and shoved Saul aside.

Lying on the experimental table was a pale, fleshy lump. Tiny fleshy tumors kept sprouting from its surface, only to be burned off repeatedly by the electric discharge devices next to the table.

“Strictly speaking, it’s three and a half races,” Saul stepped aside to explain to the Old Witch. “It currently has the strength of dwarves, the toughness of giants and the adaptability of barbarians. But I’m not sure if it will possess the beauty of elves once it solidifies into a fixed form. After all, the elven materials you gave me were far too little. I can’t even identify what part of the elf body they came from.”

The Old Witch rolled her eyes at Saul. “I don’t want to disappear like the elves. What I gave you was powder made from a wind elf’s remains. Rare, yes, and safer too, though the amount was small.”

Wind elf remains?

Saul didn’t even have time to be shocked when he heard Oqili shouting from the side, “Powder from a wind elf’s remains? Old Witch, don’t tell me you stole it from the Wind Sprite’s lab?”

The Old Witch was stunned for a moment, then looked slightly confused.

But Oqili continued rambling on, “Those remains are the Wind Sprite Pei’er’s most prized treasure! You actually dared steal it and still remain in the Borderland?”

Smack! 

The Old Witch slapped Oqili hard, sending him flying just as he was about to say more.

By the time he climbed up from the ground, half of his face had been peeled back from the slap.

“I’ll go wherever I damn well please.” The confusion in the Old Witch’s eyes faded, replaced by cold malice. She glared at Saul. “Any other questions?”

“No. If its powdered remains, then the efficacy should be sufficient.” Saul immediately replied.

“Good. Then let’s prepare the final ingredient.” The Old Witch left the laboratory without a trace of emotion.

Saul hurried over to help Oqili up. “Are you okay?”

Oqili gritted through the pain, pressing his half-detached face back in place. He had no strength to speak and could only shake his head at Saul.

Saul retrieved materials from the experimental table and quickly concocted a healing potion, applying it to Oqili’s face.

Soon after, the burning pain in Oqili’s face gave way to numbness.

“Not dead,” Oqili murmured, holding his face. When he looked up, his gaze was full of resentment. “How’s your mirror coming along?”

After four days of using the mirror himself, Oqili had let Saul take over its use.

“The locator is still a bit unstable. I…”

“Unstable means change!” Even with half his face numb, Oqili’s slurred voice was still understandable to Saul.

Unstable meant transformation.

But what Oqili didn’t know was that Saul’s locator had shown no signs of change at all.

The Dead Wizard’s Diary still floated quietly in his mental realm, just as it always had.

Given Saul’s current strength, even if the Baisec Magic Mirror twisted his body into something grotesque, it still wouldn’t affect the diary in the slightest.

And when Saul tried using the mirror, the soul fragments stored in his skin began to stir restlessly—as if they wanted to break free and enter the mirror.

It was only because his time in front of the mirror was short that this agitation hadn’t turned into action.

Still, Saul took the opportunity to roughly understand the Baisec Magic Mirror’s operating principles.

The Baisec Magic Mirror could accelerate the reaction of elemental particles. But prolonged exposure would start to distort their trajectories. If left even longer, it could completely disrupt their behavior.

However, Saul had yet to identify how this connected to the mirror’s replication ability.

Could it be that by disrupting particle movement, one could then redirect them to reconstruct a target exactly, achieving a one-to-one copy?

This was the only plausible theory Saul could formulate for now.

At the same time, he also understood why the mirror housed so many wraiths.

They were the mirror’s source of operating energy.

If this mirror ever fell into the hands of ordinary people, it would surely become the source of countless terrifying legends.

“You need to pick up the pace. If you don’t speak, I’ll just make a run for it myself.”

“I know…” Saul muttered unwillingly.

Just then, the Old Witch returned, bringing another imprisoned wizard with her.

That wizard’s eyes were full of fear, but his back remained straight. He seemed to have accepted his fate, unwilling to lose dignity even in death.

But his composure didn’t last long.

When Oqili approached with a huge syringe aimed at his spine, the sheer terror of death and becoming an experimental subject finally broke him.

Having left the cage that suppressed his magic and spiritual energy, he was quickly regaining control over his spells.

He waited until Saul had pinned him to the experimental table—and finally, he was able to cast a spell.

A beam of Light Arrow silently formed and shot straight at Saul’s face.

Saul didn’t move at all, as if stunned by the sudden attack.

But before the arrow could touch him, a single finger intercepted and stopped it—

It was the Old Witch’s severed finger, always tied into her braid!

“You’re truly a theorist, huh? Can’t even dodge an attack,” the severed finger gently tapped, and the hastily conjured Light Arrow vanished into nothingness.

The Old Witch retracted her finger, standing coldly behind Saul and Oqili. “Continue!”

The experiment had to go on.

The wizard, whose name was never even known, died right there on the table.

Yet his death wasn’t enough to put an end to this life-consuming experiment.

When Saul extracted a portion of the “flesh lump” and injected it along the wizard’s spine, at first, there were signs of positive physiological change.

His muscle density increased. His bone structure experienced a qualitative leap. Even the cut-open skin for bone observation began rapidly regenerating.

Even his once-narrow facial features appeared to soften and spread slightly.

But just as these positive signs were beginning to show—before reaching the theoretical values Saul had calculated—red rashes suddenly broke out all over the wizard’s face.

Saul and the Old Witch both frowned at the same time, while Oqili secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He knew that unlike Saul, regardless of whether the experiment succeeded or failed, he was doomed.

So the longer the experiment dragged on, the more time he had to prepare his escape plan.

“What’s going on?” The Old Witch was clearly unhappy, though she was still trying to restrain herself.

For wizards, a failed experiment was nothing unusual.

If not for her own dangerous predicament, the Old Witch wouldn’t even blink at one or two failures.

“I think…”

Just a few seconds after the red rashes appeared, the subject lost all signs of life. Saul picked up a knife and once again sliced open the arm to observe the bone beneath.

To his surprise, the bones also bore large patches of red rash!

“I think… he might’ve had an allergic reaction.”

(End of Chapter)

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