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

Inside the stone chamber, thanks to the effect of the [Moon Wheel Furnace], the abyssal hunger that was enough to drive any normal person mad finally subsided.

Instead, there was an unprecedented coolness and tranquility.

It's like jumping into a sweet spring after hiking for three days and three nights in a scorching desert.

"Ah, that feels good! But..."

Looking at the stifling "1000 million" experience bar, Tyron's eye twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"As expected of the legacy of an ancient legend, its appetite is even greater than that of the monsters in the abyss."

"Ten million experience points... that's enough to cultivate 100 copies of the 'Summoning and Domination Technique'."

"but……"

Tyron felt the cool, pure moonlight energy within him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips:

"You get what you pay for. The effect of suppressing the abyss alone is incredibly powerful."

"With this protection, the pollution of the Abyss will be nothing more than a slightly pungent perfume to me from now on."

Despite his regrets, Tyronn didn't waste any time.

At this moment, with the blessing of the [Slacking Off Sacred Body], his brain still maintained extremely high operating efficiency.

Once the urge to devour fades, intelligence regains its dominance.

First, meditate to fully restore your mental energy.

With a thought, Tyron took out four Apprentice Experience Books and five Wizard Experience Books from his Monthly Card, which he had previously dared not use.

Then it was poured directly into the "Moon Wheel Furnace".

Tyron's consciousness sank instantly, passing through countless bizarre fragments of subconsciousness, and arrived in front of the spell model.

Here, the spiritual model constructed by the originally dominant "Spirit Summoning and Domination Technique" is like a solid, heavy, yet somewhat rough city wall made up of countless magic arrays, stretching across the void.

At this moment, atop the city wall, a brand new behemoth is rising from the ground.

If the Summoning Domination Spell is a city wall, then the first impression Tyrone got from the Lunar Furnace was a skyscraper that pierced the clouds.

Its shape is that of a perfect sphere, and its surface is covered with a thick, mercury-like silver mist.

These mists are not static, but rather composed of countless extremely fine chains of runes that are constantly flowing and recombining, obscuring the profound and complex truths and knowledge within.

"Begin the simulation."

As experience points burned, Tyron's mental tendrils pierced deep into the mist.

That incredibly difficult feeling of training with mental strength returned.

The fog was illuminated and then dispelled.

This behemoth has finally revealed a corner of its mysterious veil to Tyrannosaurus.

The exposed internal structure is incredibly sophisticated: it is a furnace composed of countless miniature energy circulation systems that simulate the rise and fall of tides and the phases of the moon.

A cold, profound, and noble aura wafted over me.

Tyron felt as if he had transformed into a satellite, observing the surface of the moon up close.

"I see... The moon in this world reflects not the light of the sun, but the light of the spirit."

"The master of the moon represents the spirit and soul, and its moonlight is naturally a diluted spiritual light, so it can be absorbed through a special ritual array."

As the deduction of the technique progressed, bits and pieces of knowledge about the "moon" flowed into his mind like drops of water.

When the simulation ended, Tyron slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of his left pupil, the faint image of a waning moon appeared, giving it a profound and mysterious quality.

He mastered the ritual: [Lunar Phase Extraction].

By performing this ritual at night, the left eye can directly absorb moonlight from nature, transforming it into special energy for storage and refinement.

Tyron had a sudden thought and brought up his current attribute panel:

[Name: Tyron Arthas Magnus]

[Rank: Level 2 Apprentice]

[Physical Fitness: 3.5]

【Spirit: 6.2】

[Magic Control: 33]

[Spell: Summoning and Domination Technique (25813/10)]

【Spell: Lunar Furnace (7186/1000 million)】

[Skill: Magic Thorn Technique Lv.5 (Max Level)]

【学识：符文学1.3；鍊金学0.4；仪式学0.7；语言学0.3；魔物学0.3】

"Although cultivating two spells simultaneously consumes a lot of energy, the resulting increase in mana capacity is a huge hidden advantage over other spells of the same level."

Having solved the most pressing issue of survival, a strong physiological need immediately surged up.

Glug glug...

My stomach is protesting.

This hunger is no longer the perverse, devouring desire of the abyss, but a pure craving for carbohydrates.

"You need to eat something."

Tyron stood up, straightened his somewhat disheveled robes, and pushed open the heavy stone door.

Inside the cave, Cathy, who had been guarding the entrance without daring to leave for a moment, heard the scraping sound of the stone door opening and instantly jumped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He jumped up.

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her large eyes fixed on Tyron as he walked out. Her whole body was tense, her eyes filled with a mixture of expectation, worry, and the vigilance of casting a spell.

Seeing the girl's terrified and almost tearful appearance, a strange emotion flashed through Tyron's mind.

He grinned, revealing his signature, somewhat composed smile:

"Don't worry, I've recovered."

Hearing that familiar voice and seeing those clear, calm eyes.

Cathy's taut nerves snapped instantly.

Overwhelming joy overwhelmed her composure.

"Tyron!!"

She cried out and rushed forward, crashing headfirst into Tyron's arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Tyron's waist, buried her face in his chest, and tears instantly soaked his clothes.

"Waaaaah... I was so worried about you!"

"Holy Father, if you become a monster, I... I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Feeling the petite, youthful, and unusually well-developed body in his arms, Tyron did not push her away.

The girl's unique fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood entered his nostrils, and the soft touch made his hormones, which had just calmed down, stir slightly.

He gently patted Cathy's trembling back, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear in a low, hoarse voice with a hint of eerie laughter:

"Cathy...I'm hungry."

"Huh!!!"

That statement is practically a nuclear weapon.

Cathy instantly recalled the stark contrast between being pinned to the ground and hearing "I want to eat you" earlier.

She jerked away from Tyron's arms as if she'd been electrocuted, her face deathly pale. She clutched her chest with her hands and retreated several steps in terror until her back was against the wall.

She looked at Tyrone, stammering, tears still clinging to her eyelashes:

"You...didn't you agree? Why...do you still want to eat..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing her frightened little rabbit-like appearance, Tyron couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over:

"Just kidding! Look how scared you are."

"I meant I'm hungry and want to eat something normal. After all that commotion, aren't you hungry?"

"Here, let me get you something to eat."

"You...you're so bad!"

Cathy then realized she had been tricked.

Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, her face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple.

She pouted angrily, rushed over, and weakly pounded Tyrone's chest with her small fists, which were still stained with a little blood.

"You scared me to death! How could you joke like that! Are you a devil?!"

……

A few minutes later, the two sat down at a simple stone table.

On the table were a few pieces of hard, dried meat and some water. Although it was simple, in the atmosphere of surviving a disaster, it tasted somewhat comforting.

While eating, Tyron's brain was working at lightning speed.

Cathy now listens to him almost to his every word, but that's not enough.

For his own safety and for the sake of his future plans, he had to give this naive noblewoman a thorough ideological education, and incidentally, to create a perfect security measure for his schemes.

Tyron swallowed the dry jerky in his mouth, put down his water glass, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Cathy".

He stared into the girl's eyes, his tone solemn:

"To save you, and to save myself, I'm showing you all my cards."

"But I hope you can keep this a complete secret."

"Professor Malik's situation inside the tower isn't good right now; too many people are watching him."

"If those rival factions, or those jealous noble students, knew that the teacher had secretly given students like me so many resources and inheritances, it would cause them a lot of trouble."

"For me, it could even lead to murder."

Upon hearing this, Cathy immediately put down the food in her hand and sat up straight.

Although she was timid and introverted, she knew the cruelty of the internal struggles within the Wizard Tower.

She nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute as if making a vow:

"Don't worry, Tyron."

"I will keep everything that happened today a secret. Even if I die, I will never betray you or our teacher!"

"It's not just those aristocratic children."

Tyron leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said, word by word:

"Even when facing your father, do not tell him the specific methods I use."

"what?"

Cathy froze, a look of hesitation on her face.

That was her father, the authority figure in the family.

Her aristocratic upbringing taught her that hiding things from her family elders was an act of betrayal.

"But... what should I say if Father asks? I... I can't lie..."

"I'm not asking you to deceive him."

Tyron guided his students patiently, like a mentor instructing them on how to avoid the pitfalls of the rules:

When your father asks for details, you can tell him openly and honestly:

"Tyron used some special methods and treasures bestowed upon him by Master Malik. He told me that for the sake of his master's status and his own safety, he didn't want outsiders to know the specifics; it's a core secret belonging to this lineage."

"With your father's intelligence, he immediately understood what it meant."

"This way, we are neither lying nor failing to protect the teacher's interests."