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

The air was filled with the scent of expensive violet perfume, rich yet not pungent, with a haughty and aggressive quality that instantly overwhelmed the faint smell of corpses and preservatives in the classroom.

Tyronn's heart skipped a beat, but he lowered his head even further.

Purple Star.

This name is renowned throughout the Kane Wizard Tower and even the entire Seven Towers Alliance's apprentice circle.

She is a hybrid of a high elf and a human, possessing the long lifespan of an elf and the exceptional learning ability of a human.

As her mentor Markley's most outstanding student, she had already been promoted to a second-level official wizard at the age of nineteen.

Unlike Tyrion's major, "Spiritual Domination," Purple Star inherited another core path from Markley's mantle—"Spiritual Weaving."

The former focuses on the enslavement and domination of the soul, following the path of the undead legion;

The latter focuses on runic literature and micro-manipulation, with the core being to use spirituality as the needle and magic as the thread to weave, transform, and even reshape all things.

A year ago, she represented the Kane Wizard Tower in the League's Rising Star Assessment.

With their amazing "living flesh and blood weaving technique", they won fourth place and secured a massive resource allocation for the tower for the next year.

It can be said that Macley's ability to remain calm and collected amidst the factions within the tower is not only due to his own level seven wizard strength, but also largely thanks to the existence of his genius disciple.

"You're quite well-informed."

MacLehley looked at his beloved student, a rare hint of doting smile appearing on his usually serious face.

"That's natural."

Zi Xing removed her exquisite purple pointed hat, casually smoothed her long, shimmering black hair, and spoke with a hint of nonchalant arrogance:

"Information flow in our Wizard Tower may be as slow as a snail's pace, but when it comes to competition for basic resources or internal strife, it spreads faster than the wind."

After she finished speaking, her pale purple eyes swept over Tyron once more.

This time, there was less curiosity and more scrutiny in their eyes.

Tyronn knew exactly what to do at that moment.

He stepped forward, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and performed a flawless apprentice's salute, his voice calm and steady:

"Greetings, Senior Sister Zixing. I am Tyren Arthas Magnus, my mentor's apprentice in corpse collection."

"It is my honor to see the legendary 'Violet Star' today."

Zi Xing gave a soft "hmm" and didn't even glance at him because of the compliment.

In the eyes of a level 2 wizard, a level 0 apprentice is no different from a roadside weed.

She walked straight past Tyron and went to the two open boxes containing the bodies.

With a flick of his slender fingers, a faint magical fluctuation swept across the rune framework of the severed limb.

"Ian's runeframe..."

Zi Xing nodded slightly and gave her evaluation:

"The brushstrokes are too soft, and the roundness at the turns is lacking. However..."

She turned her head and glanced at Tyron:

"Their attitude is quite serious. To leave such a standard guidance interface on such a low-quality corpse at least shows that they are not out of their mind."

After saying that, she flipped her wrist, and a scroll that smelled of parchment appeared out of thin air and floated lightly toward Tyron.

"Since you're in charge of collecting the bodies, that's perfect."

"Find me three bodies according to the specifications on this list."

"The budget is 2000 Purple Gold Coins, with refunds for overpayments and additional charges for underpayments. There will be a reward for a good result, and a reward for a bad one..."

Zi Xing didn't mention the consequences, but a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

Then, she gave Markley a graceful bow: "Teacher, I won't disturb your class any longer."

"I'll go to your lab tonight; I have some questions about 'spiritual reverse weaving' that I'd like to ask you."

"Go ahead," Mackley waved.

Accompanied by a fragrant breeze, the haughty senior sister left the classroom with the same elegant steps as she had arrived.

Only after the footsteps completely disappeared did Tyron catch the parchment that was floating in the air.

2000 Purple Gold Coins!

This is a huge sum of money.

Keep in mind that an ordinary corpse would only fetch a few dozen gold coins.

But he showed no greed, and didn't even open it immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Markley with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Do as your senior sister requests."

"She's my pride, and a role model for all of you," Markley said calmly. "It's your opportunity to work for her."

"Yes, Master." Tyron respectfully put the parchment into his pocket.

……

The clock hands pointed to nine o'clock.

Finally, the sounds of hurried footsteps and laughter echoed from outside the corridor.

Those young masters and ladies born with silver spoons in their mouths have finally arrived.

They were dressed in well-tailored robes and held jewel-encrusted wands, gathering in small groups as if they were attending a social tea party rather than a class.

"Have you heard? Something happened at the Lucky Star Tavern yesterday."

A fat man in a deep red velvet robe said excitedly, "That guy from our tower named Kyle got into a fight with a fire-type apprentice from the Sunfire Wizard Tower over a dancer, and they ended up dueling in the arena."

"And then what happened?" asked the companion beside him.

"What else could happen? He was blasted into a charred corpse by one of their 'Exploding Fireballs'! Not even a complete body was left."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

A sharp female voice broke in; it was Jane.

She still wore exquisite makeup today, held a new folding fan in her hand, and her face displayed undisguised disdain:

"What a disgrace. That Kyle always looks so poor, he can't even afford a decent defensive magical artifact, yet he dares to challenge the people from the Sun Tower?"

"Serves them right for dying; it saved them from lowering the average quality of our Cairn Tower."

"Exactly, it's a waste of air to try and fight over a girl when you don't have the ability."

Several girls nearby joined in with their silvery laughter.

Tyron stood in the corner, head down, expressionless.

This is a true reflection of the wizarding world.

The death of their classmate was nothing more than a topic of conversation among these people.

Weakness is the original sin, poverty is the death penalty.

There was no sympathy whatsoever, only blatant admiration for the strong and mockery of the losers.

Just then, Jane's gaze swept across the front of the classroom and suddenly stopped.

Her brows furrowed instantly, as if she had spotted a fly on a beautifully decorated cake.

"Why are you still here?"

Jane pointed at Tyron with her folding fan, her voice sharp and shrill:

"This is the elite rune class classroom! Who let this stinking corpse collector in? He's polluting the air!"

The young masters and ladies around them also cast disgusted glances their way.

In their view, someone like Tyrone, a lowly laborer, should be stuck in the sewers or a morgue.

To appear in such an academically sophisticated classroom is itself an offense to their class.

Tyron kept his head down, seemingly deaf, ignoring Jane's questions.

Arguing with such a stupid woman will only lower your own IQ.

Just as Jane was about to order someone to kick Tyron out, a crisp knocking sound came from the podium.

Du, du.

Markley tapped the blackboard lightly with his mithril pointer.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was accompanied by a chilling mental pressure that instantly swept across the entire area.

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

Jane's face paled, and she immediately shut her mouth, shrinking back in fear.

"Attend class."

Markley coldly surveyed the crowd, his gaze lingering on Jane for a second before completely ignoring everyone's doubts about Tyrion's existence.

"Today we'll talk about—weaving runes."

The moment those four words were uttered, everyone understood.

The apprentice who collects corpses is standing here with his mentor's tacit approval.

Although they were dissatisfied, no one dared to provoke Markley at this critical juncture.