The Wizard: Starting as a Corpse Collector Apprentice and Paying for a Monthly Subscription

The clock hands pointed to eight o'clock.

The quiet atmosphere in the classroom was broken by a burst of noisy footsteps.

A group of young men and women dressed in exquisite silk robes and wearing glittering badges walked in in twos and threes.

Most of them were only fifteen or sixteen years old, with confident and even arrogant smiles on their faces.

The air was instantly filled with the scents of various expensive essential oils, which blended together and smelled wonderful.

"Hey, did you hear? That idiot Cathy got tricked on the black market last night, and apparently almost suffered a backlash from the magic."

"Really? Haha, that arrogant guy finally got what he deserved?"

"Jane, is that a new robe you're wearing today? The shimmering runes on it are so beautiful, it must have cost five hundred purple gold coins, right?"

They talked about gossip, luxury goods, and the upcoming ball, as if this were not a serious wizard's tower, but a nobleman's salon.

This is class.

For Tyronn, it was a life-or-death test; for them, it was just a game that required a little more seriousness.

Suddenly, a shrill female voice shattered the harmony.

"Wait... what's that smell?"

A girl with golden curly hair, a pretty face, but a mean expression stopped in her tracks.

She wrinkled her delicate nose, fanned the air in front of her with disgust, and her gaze swept across the classroom like radar, finally locking onto Tyron in the corner.

"What, it's you? You have no right to stand here, get lost!"

Jane Austen.

The second daughter of the Austin family, a typical aristocratic young lady, with good talent but an extremely bad personality.

With her exclamation, all eyes turned to Tyron.

In those gazes, there was surprise, disdain, and disgust, but no respect for one's own kind.

"Hey! You there!"

Beside Jane stood a tall, thin man who had just called out to the young man who had transformed Jane into a flower.

He was Tom, Jane's number one sycophant.

Tom pointed at Tyrone and arrogantly berated him:

"Have you come to the wrong place? This is Professor Markley's advanced lab class, not your morgue! Get out of here, taking your disgusting stench of decay with you!"

Tyron stood there expressionless, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

He didn't even bother to glance at the barking teddy bear.

He is waiting.

"What? Are you deaf? I'm talking to you..."

"alright."

A cold voice came from in front of the lab bench, not loud, but it instantly drowned out all the noise.

Markley had turned around at some point, holding the mithril whip in his hand, and was looking coldly at Tom.

The classroom fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Tom looked like a duck with its neck being choked, his mouth agape and his face turning a deep purplish-red.

"Mentor... I just feel..."

"What do you think?" Macley sneered.

"Since when did it become your place to set the rules for my class?"

He walked slowly to the front of the podium, his gaze sweeping over all the students present, and finally glancing indifferently at Tyron in the corner.

"Magnus was granted special permission to audit the class."

"He has good talent, and..." Mackley pointed to the three corpses on the experimental table.

"He prepared today's teaching aids."

"If any of you can dispose of a body as perfectly as he did, I'll allow you to bring any Tom, Dick, or Harry in to listen in."

"Any more questions?"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in shock at the unremarkable commoner apprentice huddled in the corner.

Good talent?

That corpse collector?

Jane bit her lip and glared at Tyron resentfully, but faced with her mentor's intimidating presence, she could only obediently shut her mouth and return to her seat.

Tyron kept his head down, but a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This feeling of borrowing someone else's power... isn't bad.

"Alright, let's begin the lesson."

Macley tapped the blackboard, and the magical projection behind him instantly lit up.

"Today we're going to talk about the fundamental application of the Soul School—the selection and manipulation of necromancy vessels."

"Many people mistakenly believe that spirit summoning is simply about stuffing a spirit into a corpse!"

Markley walked to the boy's body and gently tapped the boy's forehead with his pointer.

"Look here. This corpse has been dead for no more than ten hours (due to the magic circle effect), and the spiritual residue within the pine cone has not yet dissipated. For a beginner, this is the perfect target."

"Pay attention to my gestures and the frequency of my magic."

hum!

Markley's finger traced a complex arc in the air, and a ghostly green magical glow instantly shone through.

Tyron stared intently at his mentor's every move.

While the "Slacking Off Saint Body" cannot activate 30x efficiency in full view of everyone, his mental strength of 3.2 and Earth Scroll King's powerful summarizing ability and focus are indeed real.

He saw it!

He saw details that had never been recorded in books!

When Macley was constructing the third node of the surgical model, his finger trembled very slightly, which was to counteract the body's own rejection reaction!

When injecting magic, he did not inject it all at once, but used a pulse injection method of "three shallow and one deep"!

"I see... so this is what the book meant by 'distributed'!"

Tyron felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning, and many problems that had troubled him for a long time were solved at that moment.

It's like suddenly understanding a type of word problem; everything becomes clear.

This is the value of guidance from a renowned teacher!

That's the weight of core knowledge!

Immediately afterwards, Mackley walked up to the skeleton.

"If it's a skeleton summoning spell, the key is not the residual spiritual energy, but the structural mechanics of the skeleton."

He pointed to the brass wire-reinforced joints of Tyron and praised them:

"Look at this design. A metal medium for magic conduction has been pre-installed at the joints, which will increase the skeleton's agility by at least 20%."

"The skeletons you summon walk like crippled old men because you don't know how to manage their joints!"

"You either need to use physical methods like you're doing now, or control your magic to form a membrane at the crucial point and envelop it..."

The students below the stage craned their necks, looking at the exquisite skeleton that resembled a work of art, their eyes filled with astonishment.

They may be arrogant, but they are not blind.

This level of handling is definitely not something an ordinary servant could do.

"Finally, there's the art of soul disguise."

Markley walked to the woman's body, his voice becoming low.

"This is a highly sophisticated technique. How to use the skin of a corpse as camouflage, deceiving guards and even low-level detection arrays..."

As he explained, he demonstrated how to peel away the surface spirituality of a corpse.

Two full hours.

Tyron stood motionless in the corner, like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing every drop of knowledge.

He listened with such rapt attention that he even forgot the soreness and numbness in his legs.

This knowledge was something he could never have imagined before.

And now, he heard it for free!

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson."

After Markley announced his dismissal, Tyronn seemed to snap out of a daze.

The students began packing up and leaving.

Their gazes changed as they passed by Tyron.

It was no longer just a matter of ignoring and disdain, but rather a hint of inquiry, and even a touch of apprehension.

The arrogant girl named Jane paused for a moment as she passed by Tyron.

She glanced at Tyron, then at the perfectly preserved skeleton on the podium, and snorted coldly.

"Sycophantic lackey!"

After saying that, she haughtily raised her chin and strode away.

Tyron did not refute her, but simply smiled and watched her leave.

A servant?

maybe.

But if you give me enough time and resources, I will show you who the slaves are!

"Magnus, clean this place up."

Markley's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Yes, mentor."

Tyron immediately composed himself and reverted to his diligent and humble servant persona.

But he knew that some things had completely changed.

He had already pried open a crack in the door to the upper world.

Next, we must forcefully widen this crack and turn it into our own avenue to heaven!