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

The silent mountains, deep within.

Tyron gripped the parchment map tightly with one hand and pulled Cathy's hand like an iron clamp with the other, the two of them struggling forward with uneven steps.

He had just hidden the bone fragment in a place known only to himself.

Unfortunately, the abyssal sludge in his lungs had been cleared away by Malik's [Soul Purification], but the pollution that reached his soul remained completely.

At that moment, Tyron felt as if a gluttonous beast had taken up residence in his mind.

An indescribable, twisted hunger was crashing against the dam of his reason like waves.

This kind of hunger is unreasonable and indiscriminate.

He looked at the wild grass by the roadside and thought it looked like a fresh salad.

Looking at the soil under my feet, I felt it was rich, creamy chocolate powder;

Looking at the rough tree bark beside him, he felt he could faintly smell the tempting aroma of spicy strips.

"Damn it..."

Tyron gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

He knew very well that the will of the abyss was trying to assimilate him, turning him into a lowly monster that only knew how to devour.

But he has no other choice but to rely on his willpower to endure until he leaves three days later.

Cathy, who was standing nearby, keenly noticed Tyron's unusual behavior.

At this moment, Tyronn was no longer the calm and collected wise man who seemed to have everything under control.

His breathing was heavy, his eyes were unfocused and agitated, and the force with which he gripped her wrist was astonishing, as if he wanted to crush her bones.

"Tyron... what happened to you?"

Despite the pain in her wrist, Cathy cautiously asked:

"Are you feeling unwell? You look terrible."

"call……"

Tyron stopped abruptly, raised his fist, and slammed it hard on his head twice.

The excruciating pain briefly cleared his mind.

"fine."

His voice was hoarse, and he was trying his best to suppress the restlessness:

"The fight just now damaged my nerves, and I'm experiencing some auditory hallucinations."

Cathy watched his self-harming actions, feeling a pang of pity, yet daring not to ask further, and could only weakly say:

"So...where do we go now?"

Tyronn glanced down at the map, his vision blurry and doubled:

"We're almost there."

Another ten minutes or so passed.

The two arrived at a seemingly ordinary, windward hillside.

Tyren resisted the urge to eat the map and, following the coded message left by Malik, found the 15th dead tree on the left.

"The sixth stone behind...on the left..."

He walked to a rock wall and reached out to pry open several ordinary rock slabs.

Click.

A small opening, just big enough for one person to pass through, was revealed.

"Go in."

The two quickly crawled into the cave, turned the rock slab back into place, and completely blocked the outside view.

The space inside the cave is not large, but the structure is ingenious.

As you descend a few stone steps, the first thing that comes into view is a rectangular main cave of about 9 square meters.

It is about 2.2 meters high, and although it is narrow, it is arranged in a neat and orderly manner.

Dry bedding was piled up in the corner, and several unlit candles, along with some commonly used first-aid medicines and bandages, were placed on the stone table.

Further inside, push open a stone door that is almost integrated with the wall, and you will find a storage room of about 4 square meters, where water, dried meat and some hard bread that can be stored for a long time are neatly stacked.

"Wow……"

Cathy stared wide-eyed, looking in amazement at the cramped shelter.

After several hours of life-or-death escape, this small, lively cave surprisingly gave her a strange, even somewhat romantic, sense of security.

It's like a secret hideout where a knight leads a princess to escape a dragon in a fairy tale.

She quickly spotted a roll of clean gauze on the table, picked it up, and turned to Tyron, saying:

"Tyron, sit down quickly, let me bandage your wound..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Just as Cathy turned around.

A strong, aggressive masculine aura wafted over me.

"what!"

Cathy felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and she was knocked to the ground by a tremendous force.

His back hit the ground covered with hay with a dull thud.

She looked up in alarm.

Tyron braced his hands on either side of her body, trapping her tightly in the small space.

His eyes were faintly red, his pupils were dilated, and his breathing was heavy, like an overloaded blower, his scalding breath spraying directly onto her face.

This pose... is too suggestive.

A strong aura of hormones instantly enveloped Cathy.

As a precocious and introverted noblewoman, her brain instantly went blank.

She instinctively squeezed her legs together, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her voice was barely audible, tinged with shame and nervousness:

"What...what are you going to do?"

Tyron looked down at her.

In his vision, Cathy beneath him was no longer a person.

Instead, it's a cluster of top-quality ingredients that exude an enticing aroma, are rich in calories, and brimming with vitality...

Tyron slowly lowered his head, his voice hoarse, carrying an almost beastly desire:

"I want to eat you, Cathy."

boom!

These words struck Cathy like a thunderbolt.

You ate...me?

Countless erotic scenes from chivalric romance novels instantly flooded my mind.

She remembered Tyrone's heroic act of descending from the sky to save her, the warm and strong princess carry, and his unwavering support throughout the journey.

A feeling known as the "suspension bridge effect," combined with her people-pleasing personality—developed since childhood and unable to refuse—made her completely give up resisting.

"If it were Tyronn..."

Cathy closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and nodded gently with a shy expression.

Having received "permission," Tyron's eyes gleamed even brighter, and he immediately lowered his head and bit down.

next second.

A tingling, electric-like sensation spread throughout Cathy's body.

however.

This enchanting feeling lasted for less than a second.

"Ouch...it hurts!"

Cathy suddenly opened her eyes, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

Something's not right!

Cathy immediately noticed the murky and empty look in Tyron's eyes; it was not the look a human should have.

He lost control!

The excruciating pain instantly brought Cathy back to her senses.

The next second, without any hesitation, she directly activated the bloodline secret technique inherited by the Hoffman family.

hum!

Her eyes instantly turned into a vast expanse of silvery white, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

[Bloodline Secret Technique: Observer Mode]

Effect: Forcefully strips the target of all emotions, bringing them into a state of absolute calm and rationality for 5 minutes.

An invisible mental ripple entered Tyron's mind.

Tyron's body stiffened abruptly.

His brain regained control of his body.

A deathly silence fell over the air.

Cathy blushed so hard she felt like she was about to explode, yet with a hint of timid concern, she asked softly:

"Are you...are you alright?"

At this moment, still in the afterglow of the "Observer state," and maintaining absolute calm and rationality, Tyron slowly raised his head.

His expression was calm and indifferent, as if the mad beast from just moments ago was not him.

"Yes, it's nothing."

He simply commented, in a tone reminiscent of an academic discussion:

"Also, it smells pretty good where you are."

"The texture... is also very chewy."