Thor hadn't seen himself for a long, long, long time.

So much so that he was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the person lying there was his previous life.

A poor social animal who is nearly thirty years old, but has a stubbled beard and black eyes.

To this day, he doesn't know why he crossed in the first place.

Was it a sudden death from working overtime in the middle of the night, or did he collapse from alcoholism?

The memories before coming to this world seem to have been ransacked, and all the experiences are blurred like a dream.

"So what I'm afraid of is the death of my previous life? Could it be that there is something particularly scary in some of my forgotten memories? ”

In the library, the white fog around him gradually thickened, blurring the vision.

"Time is limited, and the mystery of crossing is obviously not something that I can touch now." Thor stretched out his hand to the human body in front of him, "If you blindly explore the unknown, you will fall into the unknown, so let it be." ”

When his hand touched the person in front of him, Thor's eyes suddenly flickered, the corpse disappeared, and the bookshelves turned back into heavy books.

These books are not the same as those elsewhere. Each book was at least ten centimeters thick, and the entire book was bound with a thin silver chain.

On the silver chain hung a small card with the name of the book written on it.

The fog began to obstruct Thor's vision, and visibility around him became less and less.

Staying in the depths of the library for a long time can lead to getting lost, which is also a way for instructors to prevent apprentices from rashly coming into contact with too much knowledge.

He lay on the ground and quickly swiped through the cards.

Before the shelves were completely overwhelmed by the white mist, Thor finally settled on two books.

He pulled out the two books, returned to the passage between the shelves, and looked left and right.

After determining the direction in which he came, he ran wildly with his book in his hand.

The white fog is getting thicker and thicker.

Thor is also running slower and slower.

Finally, as his speed was about to reach zero, Thor stepped out of the realm of the white mist.

The door to the library appeared in front of him, along with the old librarian.

Thor gripped the book in his arms and glanced back.

The bookshelves behind him were still submerged in a faint white mist, quiet and quiet, waiting for someone to read, everything just now was like his illusion.

But even though he was almost left in the white fog, the diary did not issue a death warning.

Isn't this white mist dangerous? Or is it because he has already been promoted to a second-class apprentice?

"Would you like to borrow these two books?" The elderly administrator, who was originally standing at the door and suppressed his excitement, saw that Thor was delayed, so he took the initiative to step forward.

Thor turned around to find that the Administrator was almost in his face.

He hurriedly stepped out of the way to the right, "Yes." ”

"I'll see." The elderly caretaker stretched out his hands and was about to take Thor's book.

In the past, he never took the initiative to contact apprentices except to reach out and receive money.

Thor was caught off guard and couldn't dodge the administrator's outstretched hand, and the book in his arms was snatched away.

However, after the other party snatched the book, he only glanced at it lightly, and immediately stuffed it back into Thor's arms.

Everything went as fast as if nothing had happened.

"It is not recommended to borrow these two books for more than three days." He even gave Sol advice.

"Did this grumpy old man take medicine today?" Thor thought in surprise and thanked him repeatedly.

Before leaving the library, Thor couldn't help but glance back at the other party. But he saw the old caretaker with his hands behind his back and nodded to him with a smile.

After Thor left, the old caretaker raised his hand and looked, the fingertips of his hands were all shortened, as if swallowed by something.

But he smiled excitedly.

"You're right, it's the taste of freedom."

……

With the book in his hand, Thor did not go back to the dormitory, nor did he go to the second storeroom.

He was looking for a relatively safe place to read the two books.

For example, Mentor Kaz's lab.

Each mentor's laboratory has an apprentice stationed on a permanent basis, tidying up the laboratory and being responsible for guarding.

When there is an anomaly in the laboratory, the apprentices stationed in the lab will notify the instructor directly through their unique communication device.

If nothing else, the mentor will arrive quickly.

Thor hadn't been to Tutor Kaz's lab in a long time, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a familiar figure.

Ankita was writing and drawing at the table, but she was in a trance, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she looked a little haggard.

Thor had heard Mark mention that Ankita hadn't worked outside of the lab since she entered the Wizard's Tower.

No matter who is in charge of organizing the lab, she always succeeds in applying for the position of assistant.

Over time, Kaz's apprentices came to know her as a person.

In Saul's familiar words, it is the senior of flowing water, the iron-beaten Ankita.

She never seemed to think about changing jobs, and stayed in the lab with peace of mind.

Thor walked in and sat down directly at the table directly across from Ankita.

The sound of the chair dragging woke Ankita, who was in a daze, and she subconsciously stood up and looked at the door reflexively.

Seeing that there was no one there, she noticed Thor on the other side.

"Thor, it's been a long time since you've been here." She tried to smile, but the dark circles on her face were more visible.

"Hmm." Thor remembered Ankita's suspected split personality last night, and rarely took the initiative to greet her, "You have a very bad face, are you sick?" ”

"No, no!" Ankita immediately retorted stiffly, but she quickly realized that her tone was too tough and smiled awkwardly, "I just haven't had a good rest lately." ”

The other party is reluctant to elaborate, and Thor naturally will not meddle in things.

He placed both books on the table, read the titles back and forth twice, then picked up one of them and began to carefully untie the chain on it.

Ankita looked at Saul looking down and reading, and stopped talking. After several episodes of torment, she finally couldn't help but want to speak.

However, her right hand suddenly rose up, and her index finger was raised in front of her lips.

Hush......

Ankita blinked, and her eyes instantly overflowed with tears.

She lowered her head, and two tears dripped onto her robe.

Angela hurriedly put the book up, and carefully wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes under the cover of the book.

Thor hadn't noticed Angela's anomaly, and the contents of the book had already captured his full attention.

The first book he opened was a collection of stories. It is written about the horrific events related to nightmares that have happened in the wizarding world.

Thor flipped through each story quickly, he didn't really want to see the hunting story, he just wanted to look here to see if there was a Nightmare Butterfly.

Surprisingly, Thor actually finds Nightmare Butterfly in the fifth story.

The story is simple.

A very powerful official wizard suddenly discovers that his son has discovered his secret, and wants to use this secret to kill and inherit all his inheritance.

The official wizard knew why his son would want to kill him.

He was promoted to a full-fledged wizard in his early years, and his appearance remained in middle age. But his son was unable to break through the apprenticeship stage because he had no talent, and he was dying.

The official sorcerer felt sorry for his son, and although he foiled the plot, he did not punish him.

It's a pity that the son didn't repent and took advantage of the opportunity to admit his mistake to launch another sneak attack.

This time, the official wizard directly killed his son.

But the moment he started it, he realized that he was his son.

And before, he had the memory of an official wizard for some reason, confusing his existence.

At the moment of death, the son saw a beautiful silver butterfly fly away from under his eyes.

At this point in the story, the perspective changes to an unknown narrator.

He said that when the butterfly flew out of his son's brain, he was caught by an official wizard. After several inquiries, he finally determined that the butterfly was actually a nightmare butterfly that was also very rare in the wizarding world!

But it wasn't long before the official wizard died.

Before he died, he gouged out his eyes, punctured his eardrums, cut off his nose, and finally jumped naked into the leyline fire, where he was burned to death.

Before he died, he kept shouting: "It's all fake, it's all fake!" ”

Seeing this, Thor closed the book.

"Nightmare Butterfly can really affect people's consciousness, or copy other people's consciousness. If the subject's willpower is insufficient, it will lose its self-......"

Suddenly, a burning pang of hunger came from Thor's stomach. The thirst for food interrupted his thoughts.

Food......

Thor looked up and saw Angela reading silently with red-eyed eyes on the other side.

Thor swallowed.

(End of chapter)