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

Tyron mobilized the meager amount of spiritual power he had just gained and slowly poured it into the spell array.

Then Tyrion felt his mind straining to move a giant millstone, hoping to glimpse the hidden knowledge beneath it.

The magic circle trembled slightly, and the complex runes on it were finally pushed forward a little.

At this moment, one's mental energy is constantly being consumed.

Meanwhile, during this arduous journey, more transparent points of light passed through the illuminated rune array and merged into the spirit of Tyrion.

Just like the essence after being ground by a millstone, it became a part of Tyrion.

These points of light are magic!

The process of deducing a formulaic model is the process of analyzing the truth of the world.

With the grasp of truth, one can naturally gain greater control over magic.

In this world, magic is not a blue bar stored in the body, but a universal energy that permeates the world.

Wizards are not buckets, but pumps.

The level of your [Magic Control] determines how much energy you can draw from the outside world, and whether you can control that energy without being blown to pieces.

"This kind of magic is somewhat similar to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the cultivation novels I read."

"In battle, magic is a resource; whoever can mobilize more magic is stronger!"

As he pondered, and as the deduction of the spell model deepened, the vast stream of knowledge originating from the experience book was gradually dismantled and refined, ultimately transforming into pure magic that merged into Tyrion's weak soul.

"This feeling of fullness..."

Tyron could clearly feel that his previously dormant mental sea was expanding at a visible speed.

Although the construction of the surgical model is still slow, the feeling of exhaustion, as if carrying a heavy burden, has disappeared.

"etc!"

Tyron suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his pupils.

"The 30x efficiency boost not only affects my thinking speed, but also reduces the energy consumption of the 'deduction' process itself?"

When his last bit of mental energy was exhausted, he quickly brought up the control panel.

[Name: Tyron Arthas Magnus]

[Rank: Level 0 Apprentice]

[Physical Fitness: 1]

【Spirit: 3.2】

[Magic Control: 0.36 → 1.456]

[Spell: Summoning and Domination Technique (1360 → 1456 / 10)]

Looking at that string of numbers accurate to three decimal places, Tyron's brain worked at lightning speed.

"Under normal circumstances, every 1 point of mental energy consumed can be exchanged for 1 point of spell experience."

"And for every 1000 points of spell experience accumulated, magic control will increase by 1."

"I just spent 3.2 points of mental energy, but gained 96 experience points."

"This means that, with the blessing of the [Slacking Off Sacred Body], my deduction efficiency is a full 30 times that of an ordinary person!"

"In the past six months, the original owner only managed to accumulate 360 ​​experience points despite his desperate efforts, averaging a pitiful 2 points per day."

"Without this large monthly card system, it would probably take until the next century to fill this deep hole of 100,000 experience points."

"No wonder..." Tyron looked at the dark and damp basement and let out a complex sigh.

"No wonder countless people spend their entire lives only to fall at the threshold of the apprenticeship, turning into a pile of bones."

This threshold can never be crossed by mere effort.

It is a multi-faceted selection process involving resources, talent, and luck.

After confirming the results of today's simulation, Tyron looked at the task bar.

【Technique Deduction 1/1】(Completed)

[Current Monthly Pass Experience: 600/1000]

"I only need 400 more experience points to reach level 1."

Tyron opened the preview of the monthly card rewards, his eyes burning with anticipation.

[Lv.1 Rewards List]

Apprentice's Experience Book x4

Wizard's Experience Book x1

Basic Alchemy Materials Selection Pack x5

"Upon reaching level 1, I will instantly gain 3000 experience points."

「4级又是3000点，7级4000点，11级更是高达7000点！」

Tyronn's fingers slid rapidly through the air, as if he were manipulating the abacus of fate.

"If I can reach the first 15 levels this week, I can get a total of 17,000 experience points."

"Following this pattern, if you grind to level 50 in four weeks, the experience points gained from experience books alone would conservatively be over 48,000!"

"With my daily self-analysis at 30 times the efficiency, my total experience will surpass 50,000 in a month!"

"50,000 experience points..."

Tyron took a deep breath, suppressing his inner elation.

"This is enough to propel me directly to Level 5 Apprentice! That's a level many seasoned apprentices struggle to reach even after ten years!"

In this desperate start, he finally saw a golden road leading to the clouds.

After calming himself down, Tyron got up and stretched his stiff joints.

He did not engage in physical training. His body had been chronically malnourished, and excessive exertion would only be counterproductive.

"The rewards for level 24 of the monthly card include two bottles of [Basic Life Drops], which are secret medicines of the Elven race, perfect for making up for the deficit."

"Now, it's time to get down to business."

Tyron picked up the parchment Markley had left behind and looked down at the cold iron racks.

Of the 12 bodies currently in storage, three were freshly collected today.

He walked to the shelf on the far left.

He was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a youthful face, but three deep claw marks on his chest that revealed the bone, the edges of the wounds showing an eerie purplish-black color.

"Claw marks from a vengeful spirit indicate that the time of death was no more than 10 hours ago."

He collected this in the afternoon near the mass grave in the north of the city.

In his quest to harvest the glowing mushrooms that could be sold for money, the boy stumbled into a graveyard inhabited by a level-two demonic spirit.

When Tyron arrived, the boy's parents were weeping over the body.

In order to save on expensive funeral expenses and to provide food for the remaining children in the family, they eventually sold their son's body to Tyron for 250 purple gold coins.

Selling corpses is very common in the current Divine Eagle Empire, especially among the lower and middle classes, including Tyrone's family.

These families lived in dire poverty, with almost no savings left to buy enough food to fill their stomachs.

When someone dies in a family, the body is usually disposed of in the mass graves in the north of the city.

After all, the business of holding funerals is monopolized by the church.

If you hold a funeral, you must invite a pastor and a funeral procession.

This is a considerable expense; the lowest price is 400 purple gold coins.

For the vast majority of people at the bottom of society, 400 purple gold coins is a huge sum of money that they simply cannot afford.

Thus, the corpse collectors became their last salvation.

Why not get a pension without spending any money?

Tyron pulled out a brass pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the time.

"Nine o'clock at night, there's plenty of time."

He turned and went into the small room next door, taking out a set of ritual materials that were frequently used from the tool cabinet:

A piece of white chalk, a bottle of corpse oil, a piece of black coal, a piece of polished glass, and a sewing kit.

Back in the morgue, he skillfully drew a circle with a diameter of two meters in the open space.

Next, he precisely drew three smaller circles arranged in an equilateral triangle within the larger circle.

Drip two drops of corpse oil on the left, place glass shards on the right, and top with anthracite.

This is the [Soul Gathering Ritual].

In mystical theory, corpse oil can sever the pull of the spirit world on the souls of the dead, glass is a container for spirituality, and coal symbolizes "source fire," which can dispel the impurities floating in the air.

"Done."

Tyron straightened up and looked at the magic circle on the ground with satisfaction.

With the blessing of the "Sacred Body of Slacking Off," the intricate magic circle that originally took forty minutes to draw was completed in less than two minutes, with smooth lines and perfect accuracy.

But instead of starting the ceremony, he turned around, picked up the boy's body, and walked into the cleaning room.

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

He carefully washed away the dirt and blood from the corpse and dressed the boy in a clean set of linen clothes.

These are the old clothes he usually collects and cleans from corpses.

Then, he picked up a needle and thread, his expression as focused as if he were repairing a fine piece of porcelain.

With the blessing of the "Sacred Body of Slacking Off," what would have taken at least an hour of work was finished in just 2 minutes.

"Building a good relationship with your mentor doesn't mean fawning over them in every way; it means constantly demonstrating your value and thoughtfulness."

"Based on what I've learned over the past six months, Malik is an academic wizard who prefers cleanliness and dislikes bloodshed."

"Since this corpse is to undergo a resurrection ritual tomorrow, it will inevitably move."

"Keeping it clean and tidy will definitely earn you points."

Tyronn is an expert at how to please his superiors.

As the classic text says: "Assessment is paramount, action is secondary."

When it comes to one's superiors, doing the work is secondary; understanding their intentions is the most important thing.

Even if you do a great job, if your superiors don't like it, it's all for nothing.

Previously, Tyronn neither had the time nor the inclination for this.

Now, Tyronn not only has the time, but he is also very skilled at it!

After placing the corpse in the center of the magic circle, Tyren knelt on one knee and chanted an ancient incantation in a low voice:

"Mother of the Night, Lord of Souls, the living linger in the Seventh Gap, may you descend and gently caress the coffin..."

As the last syllable fell, a chilly breeze suddenly rose from nowhere.

call--

The coal at the top spontaneously combusted without a flame, emitting a faint blue light.

"The primordial fire is lit, the ceremony is successful."

As long as the coal remains lit, the spirit of this corpse will be locked in for seven days, and the body will not decay.

Tyron dusted off his hands and turned his gaze to another corpse.

"Next... will be hard work."

"Deboning".