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

While Cole was still banging away at the iron pot, Tyron had already begun his kitchen renovation project.

He first used a stiff-bristled brush to make the dusty old stove shine, and then carefully aligned the stove's exhaust pipe with the ventilation opening in the morgue that was originally used to remove the stench of corpses.

"Perfect."

Tyron dusted off his hands and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Then, he rummaged through the corner and found a small, unused wooden table, which he placed on the counter to serve as a cutting board.

He took out the boning knife he had seized from the thugs yesterday and carefully sharpened it with a whetstone until the blade gleamed with a chilling light in the candlelight.

Everything is ready, let's start preparing the ingredients.

Tyron washed each of the freshly bought ingredients thoroughly.

Peel the onion and slice it into thin strips.

Cut the pork belly into strips about two fingers wide.

Cut the pork skin into large pieces, to be used for greasing the pan.

With the 30x efficiency boost from the [Slacking Off Sacred Body], the boning knife in Tyron's hand transformed into a silver whirlwind.

Da da da da!

The sound of chopping vegetables echoed in the basement. The knife skills, not to mention the precision, were comparable to those of a five-star hotel chef in terms of speed alone.

In less than three minutes, all the ingredients were processed and neatly stacked on the wooden board.

Tyronn is a pretty good cook.

In his previous life, his parents were busy making a living, so he was a child who cooked for himself and carried a key with him from a young age.

During his university years, in order to get along well with the rich second-generation guy in his dormitory, he often secretly used prohibited electrical appliances to cook special meals in the dormitory. His special cooking skills made his roommates call him "godfather".

Later, during his postgraduate studies, he successfully integrated into his professor's family with his excellent cooking skills and became a "good child" in his professor's wife's eyes.

"Unfortunately, the ingredients were limited, and the only seasoning was salt."

Tyron looked at the materials in front of him and secretly made a decision:

"Then let's make the simplest thing—stir-fried pork with onions."

This is a home-style dish he learned from his mother.

First, boil the pork belly until cooked, then shred it into strips, stir-fry it in lard, and finally add a lot of onions to enhance the flavor.

Although it's simple, the aroma of meat and scallions blended together is simply a perfect dish to eat with rice.

"The only downside is that there were no scallions, so I had to make do with onions."

After preparing the ingredients, Tyron casually picked up a carrot and crunched on it to get some vitamins.

While eating, he didn't stop working. He picked up the thick book "Basic Alchemy" with his left hand and continued to study diligently.

Time passed second by second.

10 o'clock in the morning.

Cole's booming voice came from outside the window:

The servants in these errand areas were very wary of entering the morgue, fearing they would be tainted by bad luck.

"Little Ma! The pot's ready!"

Tyron put down his book and ran out quickly.

All I could see was a dark, metal object dangling in Cole's hand.

It is about 30 centimeters in diameter and 15 centimeters deep. Although the edges are somewhat irregular and it cannot be called round, it is indeed a usable wok.

A hardwood stick, salvaged from an old carriage, was stuck into the handle and secured firmly with two large iron nails, making it look quite sturdy.

"Thanks, Brother Cole!"

Tyron happily accepted the pot. Although the pot was far from round and even a bit ugly, being able to use such a thing in another world was already a rare luxury.

Back in the morgue, Tyron quickly cleaned the new pot.

Then I took some wood and coal from the kitchen and lit the stove.

Flames leaped up on the iron pot stand.

Once the pan is hot, rub the pork skin, which still has some fat on it, against the bottom of the pan to render the oil.

Sizzle sizzle...

As the temperature rises and oil seeps out, a layer of translucent oil gradually accumulates on the originally black bottom of the iron pot.

A few minutes later, Tyron threw the useless pigskin into the sewer.

The iron pot was now thoroughly coated with lard, making it shiny and glossy.

Next, add water and cook the meat.

Twenty minutes later, the aroma of meat began to fill the air.

Tyron took the cooked pork belly out of the water, let it cool slightly, and then skillfully cut it into strips about the size of an index finger.

Discard the water used to cook the meat and reheat the pot.

Heat the lard in a pan.

Add the meat strips to the pot.

Sizzle!!

The sound that erupted in that instant gave Tyron, who was stir-frying the food, a feeling of being in another world.

Tyron flicked his wrist, using a bent boning knife to stir-fry the meat.

Once the pork belly was fried until golden brown and crispy, and the excess oil had rendered out, he grabbed a handful of shredded onions and sprinkled them in.

Sprinkle on some coarse salt.

Stir-fry over high heat!

The onions dehydrate rapidly at high temperatures, releasing a rich, sweet aroma that blends perfectly with the caramelized meat flavor.

The overpowering aroma instantly filled the entire basement, completely masking the usual smells of chemical reagents and rotting corpses.

"Out of the pot!"

Tyron ladled the stir-fried dish onto a plate.

He couldn't wait to pick up a piece of golden, crispy pork belly with his hands, add a soft, flavorful onion, and put it in his mouth.

Click.

The oil bursts in your mouth, the sweetness of the onion neutralizes the greasiness of the meat, and the saltiness of the coarse salt brings out the natural umami of the ingredients.

In that instant, Tyron felt as if he had traveled through time.

I've returned to that Earth with takeout, night markets, and the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life... and most importantly, I've already completed the game of life.

"call……"

Tyron closed his eyes, a look of utter satisfaction on his face.

It felt as if every pore on my body opened up at that moment, and all my mental fatigue was swept away.

"This is what human beings should eat!"

He ate half a pound of meat before stopping, still wanting more.

Once the remaining meat and onions were cooked, they were covered with a clean cloth and placed in the cold storage room, along with the pot, into the room that had a magical constant temperature effect.

Nutritional replenishment complete.

Tyron wiped his mouth, his eyes sharpening again.

"Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to get down to business."

He picked up the purple diamond carving knife and continued practicing rune carving on the bone.

……

Two hours later, it was noon.

After 60 hours of intense training, Tyron has become completely accustomed to carving runes on bones, and his speed is more than 10 times faster than last night.

Tyron put down the carving knife and stretched his somewhat stiff wrists.

"Let's begin, the first physical enhancement training."

He took off his shirt, revealing his skinny frame.

Squat.

"one two three……"

By the time he got to the sixth one, Tyron's legs were already trembling and his lungs were panting like a bellows.

This body is far too weak.

Take a break of ten seconds, then continue.

Push-ups.

I had just managed to hold on for two days, and before I could even get up for the third, my arms started shaking wildly like butterfly wings.

"Get up...get the hell up!"

Tyron gritted his teeth, his face turning red, and forced himself to stand up.

When your arms get tired, switch to your legs.

Squats, push-ups, squats, push-ups...

Back and forth.

Just ten minutes later.

Tyron was already sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, every muscle in his body screaming, the intense soreness making it difficult for him to even move a finger.

But he dared not rest.

"We can't stop! Stopping now will mean all our previous efforts are wasted!"

"Stretching is essential! To prevent muscle knots and cramps!"

Tyron struggled to his feet and began stretching his body.

He grabbed his ankle and pulled it backward forcefully.

"Holy shit!!"

In that instant, the fascia on the front of his thigh was forcibly pulled apart, and the excruciating pain caused tears to stream down his face.

It hurts so much!

It was as if someone was tearing his muscle fibers apart.

"It hurts so much! Let me rest for a second...!"

Inner laziness whispers in your ear like a devil.

But the next second, Tyronn's innate instinct to dominate ruthlessly crushed that thought.

"Rest my ass! You can't even handle this little bit of pain? You want to be a wizard? Do you even want to live?!"

He gritted his teeth and held on to that contorted position.

however.

Just as he was still struggling with the pain, he suddenly froze.

"Um?"

"What...it doesn't hurt anymore?"

He clearly remembers that he lasted less than twenty seconds.

Normally, this stretching pain should last for at least a minute before it subsides.

"etc!"

Tyron's eyes widened suddenly, a flash of inspiration striking his mind.

"Could it be... that the stretching efficiency is also 30 times greater?!"

If that's the case...

Twenty seconds is equivalent to ten minutes for an average person!

Thinking of this, Tyron, who had just been filled with pain and despair, suddenly perked up.

He immediately switched legs and began stretching his right leg.

This time, he no longer resisted, but carefully experienced the process.

The first few seconds were indeed very painful, so painful that he was sweating profusely and his muscles were tense.

But soon, as time passed, the sharp pain began to subside rapidly, replaced by a warm, soothing sensation.

It's like a taut rubber band that slowly softens and relaxes in hot water.

After both legs are fully stretched.

Tyron stood up and tentatively kicked his leg.

Lightweight!

Incredibly light!

The previous stiff and heavy feeling completely disappeared, and my legs seemed to be injected with new vitality, even more flexible than before I exercised.

"Cool!"

Tyronn couldn't help but swing his fist.

"That instant feedback of growth right after extreme pain is fucking awesome!"

It's like playing a game; you level up immediately after defeating a monster, and your health bar is fully restored.

This positive feedback mechanism is simply addictive!

At this moment, Tyronn was completely energized.

He gritted his teeth and began to stretch all the muscles in his body.

Arms, shoulders, lower back, latissimus dorsi...

Every part of the body, every stretch, is a cycle from hell to heaven.

Ten minutes later.

After the last muscle has been fully stretched at 30 times the efficiency.

An unprecedented feeling of lightness and comfort spread throughout Tyron's body.

He felt like a snake that had just shed its skin and was reborn.

What surprised him even more was...

In just ten minutes of stretching, his physical strength, which had been depleted by the strenuous exercise, had been almost completely restored!

"really!"

Tyron clenched his fist, feeling the renewed power within him.

"Just like sleeping, my body recovers 30 times faster!"

"Wouldn't that mean that if I get injured in the future, the wound will heal 30 times faster?"

"This is basically a low-budget, budget version of Wolverine!"

Thinking of this, Tyron's eyes gleamed with excitement.

Glug glug...

Just then, a thunderous rumbling sound shattered his illusion.

hungry.

I'm extremely hungry.

The hunger felt like it was going to digest the walls of his stomach.

The intense training and rapid recovery consumed a lot of energy.

Without saying a word, Tyron grabbed two apples from the table and devoured them in a few bites.

I'm still hungry.

He then went to the cafeteria and got two large pieces of black bread and a large bowl of thick bean soup.

Back in the morgue, I took out the stir-fried onion and pork I had prepared.

Dip the dark bread in the broth, take a bite of meat, a bite of onion, and a bite of bread.

Carbohydrates, protein, and fat.

The three major nutrients, mixed with the familiar flavors from my memory, slide down my esophagus into my stomach, turning into a warm current that nourishes my parched body.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness welled up within me.

After lunch.

Tyron didn't have the usual lazy feeling of feeling sleepy and wanting to lie down after eating.

On the contrary, he was invigorated, highly focused, and felt as light as if he were about to float away.

"It seems that with this 30 times efficiency, exercise has boosted my metabolism and physical functions."

Tyron was calculating in his mind:

"With this 30-fold recovery efficiency, I could even do three high-intensity training sessions a day!"

"Each session, including morning, noon, and evening, only lasts about 20 minutes, including stretching!"

"At this rate, my physical fitness will achieve a qualitative leap in less than half a month!"

With this in mind, Tyron immediately became highly motivated.

But it's already noon, time to get back to work.

He picked up the neatly arranged rune paper, went to the toilet, and took a big dump to empty his body of waste.

Eat more, poop more, and exercise more.

This is the secret to becoming stronger.

After changing into the linen robe that reeked of corpses, Tyrion drove the carriage away from the wizard's tower.

……

20 minute later.

The stronghold and warehouse of the Fine Wine Gang.

Ars took the oil paper package with a smile and pulled out a few sheets of rune paper to examine them carefully.

The lines are smooth, the magic loops are clear, and it's as neat as if it were printed.

"pretty!"

Ars sighed in approval and handed over a 50-yuan purple-gold coin with considerable satisfaction:

"This is your payment, Magnus brothers. Your craftsmanship is truly superb."

Tyron took the money, but instead of leaving immediately, he smiled and asked:

"Do you need any more?"

"These 100 are relatively easy for us."

"If you need them, I can provide you with about 500 per day."

Ars's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing the word "we".

He thought to himself:

"It seems this kid is also a leader among the apprentices, and he should have a group of underlings who are dedicated to drawing rune frames for him."

"That's true, how could one person draw so quickly and so well?"

Since they are organized suppliers, it's even more worthwhile to cooperate with them.

Ars immediately and readily agreed:

"Magnus, you should have said so earlier if you had this production capacity!"

"We are in dire need of rune frames. My young master has been practicing runeology recently, and the consumption is astonishing."

"Wait a moment."

Ars turned and walked into the depths of the warehouse.

10 minute later.

A burly man carrying a huge bundle came out and placed it heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ars patted the package and said:

"Here are 500 blank rune papers."

"I want 200 Karl rune frames and 300 Ian rune frames."

"If this quality can be maintained, the price will still be 50 purple gold coins for 100 pieces."

Tyron looked at the large package, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter:

"No problem! We'll deliver on time tomorrow at noon!"

This order alone will net you 250 Purple Gold Coins!

With the $500 Markley gave me, I finally had a little bit of savings.