He kept laughing and laughing, his mouth stretching wider and wider, almost reaching 270 degrees, while his brain seemed to shrink to the size of a walnut.

His body was shrinking while his head swelled grotesquely, his mouth taking up ninety percent of his body.

He seemed to have completely mutated.

But seeing Gorsa in this state, Frim’s soul body suddenly jolted! His heart felt uneasy, unable to settle.

“Something’s wrong!”

Just as he realized this, he saw Gorsa—who appeared to have already mutated—suddenly lunge forward, advancing ten meters in the blink of an eye, directly reaching the light source he had been unable to approach before.

His mouth, expanded to the size of a table, revealed teeth twisted beyond recognition into sharp points, and he bit down!

Like a crocodile that had been lurking for ages, biting at its buffalo prey.

“Hummmm!!!”

Frim’s divided soul that had descended here convulsed violently. Though he hadn’t cried out in pain, the fluctuation caused all low-rank wizards nearby who sensed it to writhe and collapse.

Gorsa bit down but didn’t immediately tear off a piece of the divided spirit. Instead, he shook his head wildly, trying to tear away a piece of Frim’s soul through brute force.

“You’re not third-rank!”

Frim finally discovered the anomaly, his voice trembling.

“The mutations on your body… they’re all your disguise?!”

Gorsa bit onto Frim, fighting like a mad beast in the most primitive life-or-death struggle. He couldn’t speak, but his constantly twisting head vividly expressed his excitement and exhilaration!

Frim understood he had been counter-ambushed. Although he had already teleported half his divided soul here, he still couldn’t kill Gorsa, who had just reached fourth-rank.

The other party had set up this trap long ago, waiting for him to walk into it!

He didn’t have time for regret, only wanting to retreat immediately.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t stay and fight Gorsa to the death—after all, Gorsa had just advanced and couldn’t compare to him yet. But Gorsa was clearly prepared, and he had to guard against this madman having other trump cards.

Since the plan to kill Gorsa could no longer be achieved, there was no need to waste more time.

However, just as Frim wanted to sever his connection with Yura and return to the Maze Corridor… he discovered that the passage back had been twisted by another force!

Even though he had split half his power to come here while leaving the other half in the Maze Corridor, no one else could bypass him to twist the connection and prevent this half of his divided soul from returning!

That could only mean a fourth-rank had intervened!

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“Norton! How dare he?”

Frim’s voice contained both anger and disbelief.

“Crack—”

Just as Frim was shocked, Gorsa finally tore away a strand of Frim’s soul and swallowed it down his throat.

That soul fragment containing extremely pure light attribute energy was as scalding as a red-hot coal, but Gorsa still swallowed it without changing expression.

Then his hoarse voice sounded.

“So you see, you’re not crazy enough. For your goals, you can secretly violate the covenants of two continents, but I’m different.”

“I do things openly.”

Gorsa kindly explained, then opened his even more grotesquely enlarged mouth and bit down again!

…

When Saul and Elo entered the Maze Corridor—now only one level remained—and saw Frim, both were greatly shocked.

That Frim who had once been incredibly proud throughout all of Nephret, even the entire wizard world, acting independently and authoritatively, was now sitting dejectedly on the ground, his back against the corridor wall.

Some arrogance remained in his eyes, but his expression was extremely haggard.

Frim raised his eyes, first scanning over Saul before finally settling on Elo.

“Stuart is with me.” He actually admitted it just like that.

Elo wanted to be angry, but he knew this wasn’t the time. After Lia had informed him about Stuart’s situation, he quickly verified the intelligence. It was just that Stuart was still in the other party’s hands, and he wasn’t certain of Frim’s purpose, so he temporarily restrained himself, wanting to use other methods to force Frim to hand over Stuart.

Elo’s reaction also showed Frim that the other party wasn’t surprised, seemingly having known about this matter long ago.

Frim narrowed his eyes. “You already knew about this, so you joined with Norton against me?” Thɪs chapter is updated by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

“I won’t do anything detrimental to Nephret.” Elo said only one sentence. He disdained wasting words on explanations.

And he believed Frim could understand.

“Yes, heh.” Frim also figured it out. “It seems changes have occurred on the Stargate Council’s side too, which is why Norton would disregard everything and directly enter Nephret. Behind the Stargate, it’s indeed not simple.”

“Elo, I’ll return Stuart to you. The Tribunal will also be handed over to you from now on. Only you would absolutely never harm Nephret’s interests for other continents.”

Many people in Elo’s Black Flame Empire had some blood relation to him. Elo was protecting his country, and even more so protecting his family.

If someone unfamiliar with Elo heard this, they would never imagine he was someone who valued family ties so much.

Not at all like a wizard.

But paradoxically, it was exactly such a person who had reached fourth-rank.

Elo glanced at Saul before asking Frim, “When you went to Stat, you encountered an ambush?”

Elo still wasn’t clear on the specific situation. Norton was here—could it be that the one who ambushed Frim in Stat Continent was Alick?

But Frim gave an answer that Elo hadn’t expected yet was completely reasonable.

“Gorsa has already advanced to fourth-rank.”

Elo was first stunned, then sighed. “He still became fourth-rank. But will fourth-rank Gorsa really bring the destructive disaster to the world that you believe?”

Saul, listening to their conversation from the side, frowned. Why would Frim think Master Gorsa would bring disaster?

And destructive disaster at that?

But Frim didn’t intend to explain this matter.

“For the remaining matters, I’d like to talk with Saul alone.”

Elo glanced at Saul again, showing no objection.

If it were him before, he definitely wouldn’t care about a third-rank wizard from another faction. But now, just recalling Saul’s form covered in eyes made his soul body continuously oscillate.

So he didn’t pursue the matter curiously, but took the soul that floated over from Frim’s hand and quickly left the Maze Corridor.

Frim had thought he’d need to spend more effort persuading Elo to leave, but unexpectedly the other party was so straightforward.

He seemed to be… wary of Saul?

Frim looked at Saul with a complex expression. “You’re even more complicated than I previously imagined. Or perhaps it’s the credit of your Dead Wizard’s Diary. Maybe I should have killed you after all—even if I couldn’t get the diary, I shouldn’t let such a powerful thing fall into enemy hands.”

Saul didn’t speak. Even if he said today’s events actually had little to do with the diary, the other party might not believe him, so he wouldn’t explain.

“I just can’t understand why your name has never appeared.” Frim said in a low voice.

This time Saul was confused.

“My name? Appeared on what?”

(End of Chapter)

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