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

"The so-called runes are not just two-dimensional graphics."

Markley turned around, and with the chalk in his hand, he sketched a complex three-dimensional structure on the blackboard.

"To junior apprentices, runes are like seals; once stamped, they have an effect."

"But in the eyes of a true wizard, runes are needles, and spiritual power is thread."

"The core of weaving runes lies in transforming magic into resilient 'spiritual threads,' which, through vibration at specific frequencies, penetrate the microscopic structure of matter to form deep connections."

As Markley explained, he walked over to the severed-arm corpse that Tyron had prepared.

"Watch closely."

He extended his right hand, and a faint blue light shone from the tip of his index finger.

"Rune: Spirit Silk - Stitching"

hum!

A faint humming sound came from the air.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the blue light instantly exploded, transforming into dozens of hair-thin rays.

Instead of scattering, these rays of light seemed to be attracted by some kind of magnetic field, precisely penetrating the Ian rune frames at the severed limbs of the corpse.

The next second, a miraculous scene unfolded.

The runes that Tyrone had drawn beforehand seemed to come alive. They greedily absorbed Macley's magic, transforming into tangible threads that pulled the severed arm towards the wound.

Muscles align with muscles, blood vessels align with blood vessels, and bones align with bones.

chi chi chi...

With a slight rustling sound of flesh and blood, the severed arm was perfectly stitched back onto the corpse in just three seconds.

The interface is as smooth as ever, without even a single scar.

"This is the power of weaving runes."

Markley withdrew his hand and said calmly:

"It can be used not only to stitch up corpses, but also to repair magical devices, and even to weave magical shields in battle, or... weave the blood vessels of an enemy, causing him to die from implosion."

"Wow!"

A gasp of amazement rippled through the audience.

Although they looked down on Tyren, they were filled with longing for this magical power.

"Now, two people per group, come up and try."

Markley pointed to another body with a severed leg.

"Using the frequency resonance technique I just mentioned, try guiding the runes."

The first one to go up was the fat man in the red robe.

He was sweating profusely with nervousness, waving his wand and chanting spells for a long time, but ended up expending too much magic power.

"Bang!"

The severed leg exploded into a spray of blood, splattering bits of flesh all over his face.

"Idiot." Macley commented coldly, "You're not even at level 1 in magic control. Go back and copy 'Magic Cybernetics' a hundred times."

Next up is Jane.

She walked up confidently, covered her nose with a handkerchief in disgust, and released her magic from a distance.

As a result, due to the great distance, the magic power was severely weakened, and the runes only flickered a few times before going out, and the severed leg did not move at all.

"Too weak." Macley frowned. "The magic is as loose as cotton."

Jane blushed and slunk away.

Seven or eight students went up in succession, and without exception, all of them failed.

Either the magic control is unstable, or the frequency is not right, or some people even draw the runes backwards.

Tyron stood in the corner, watching coldly.

"A bunch of ungrateful bastards..."

He calmly expressed his disdain in his heart.

"You weren't paying attention in class, you were daydreaming, fiddling with your gadgets—no wonder you didn't succeed!"

Tyron has seen far too many students like this throughout his life.

"Markley's lecturing skills are quite excellent, concrete and vivid, and he explains things from simple to complex. He explains the core concepts very clearly, emphasizing frequency resonance rather than brute force to create miracles."

"It's like threading a needle. If you take a big hammer and try to smash the eye of the needle, it's impossible for it to go through."

Although he wasn't qualified to operate it, his brain was working at lightning speed.

Although he couldn't activate the "Slacking Off Holy Body" in front of everyone, his high mental strength of 3.4 and magic control of 4.5 allowed him to clearly capture every detail of the magic fluctuations during Macley's demonstration.

"I see……"

"The previous textbooks said that 'spirituality is like water,' but that's not correct. It should be 'spirituality is like waves.'"

"By adjusting the wavelength of mental energy to match the inherent frequency of the rune itself, resonance can be generated, thereby maximizing the effect with minimal consumption."

Tyron felt as if a windowpane in his brain had been pierced.

The obscure theories about "Rune Weaving" that I had memorized yesterday have now become vivid and clear under the practical verification of a senior master.

Ding!

A soft sound seemed to echo in my mind.

Although there was no system notification, Tyren could clearly feel that the [Runeology] on his attribute panel was slowly and steadily increasing from 0.1 to 0.2.

Just then, a timid voice rang out.

"Mentor, I...I want to give it a try."

A girl with short green hair and thick-rimmed glasses walked out.

She is Cathy, born into nobility, but introverted and has always had a low profile.

She walked up to the body, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes for a full minute to calm herself.

Then, she stretched out her hand, and a faint but extremely steady light shone from her fingertips.

"Spiritual silk...stitching."

hum.

Although the movement was slow and the light was dim, the magic threads accurately located the rune nodes.

The broken leg trembled a few times, moved slowly, and was finally barely reattached.

Although it's a bit crooked, it's definitely a success!

"good."

Markley nodded, a hint of approval on his face.

"Cathy, your magic power may not be strong, but it's consistent. That's the essence of weaving runes. Ten points."

"Thank you, mentor!" Cathy said, her face flushed with excitement.

Jane, watching from below the stage, nearly snapped the folding fan in her hand.

She had just failed, and this usually timid and submissive noblewoman had actually succeeded? This was practically a public slap in the face for her!

Jealousy burned in her eyes, but she dared not show it. She could only stare intently at Cathy, harboring a deep resentment in her heart.

……

The two-hour class ended quickly.

The young masters and ladies left the classroom as if fleeing a plague, not wanting to stay for even a second longer.

Only Tyron remained in the classroom.

He skillfully cleaned up the scraps of meat and blood on the floor, wiped the blackboard, and put the teaching aids back in their place.

Macley sat in the chair behind the podium, quietly watching the busy Tyron, toying with the mithril whip in his hand.

"Magnus".

"Yes, mentor." Tyron stopped what he was doing and turned around respectfully.

"How much of today's lesson did you understand?"

This is a test question.

After a moment's thought, Tyron didn't resort to the arrogant claim of "understanding everything," but instead opted for a more sophisticated response:

"Replying to the mentor, when I was memorizing the textbook, I couldn't understand the concept of 'spiritual resonance.' The book describes it as 'the trembling of the soul,' which is too abstract."

"But after watching your demonstration today, the students suddenly realized that this is actually a kind of frequency alignment."

Tyronn raised his hand and made a wave gesture.

"It's like shattering a glass with sound."

"As long as our mental energy frequency and the rune's magical energy frequency are in harmony, they can resonate, thus bringing inanimate objects to life."

"I believe that the reason Miss Cathy was able to succeed was because she took the time to understand the frequency of the runes before releasing her magic, instead of forcibly infusing it like the others."

Markley nodded in satisfaction: "Good comprehension."

The level seven wizard stood up, walked up to Tyrion, and his eyes were filled with admiration.

"Many people study runes their whole lives and are still pursuing the magnitude of magic power, but they don't understand the mystery of frequency."

"Tyron, your logical thinking ability is the best I've ever seen among apprentices."

He originally just wanted to find a laborer, but then he realized he was a rough gem. Now it seems he is clearly an unpolished diamond!

With a little nurturing, this boy's future achievements may not match Zi Xing's, but they will not be inferior either.

"but……"

Markley changed the subject, thinking to himself.

"Talent is one thing, loyalty is another."

With a flick of his wrist, a black scroll sealed with sealing wax appeared in his hand.

"Deliver this scroll to the owner of the 'Eye of the White Cloud' rune shop in the city."

Remember two things:

"First, it must be handed over to him personally, without any mistakes."

"Second, absolutely, absolutely do not look at the contents."

Markley stared intently at Tyrone, an invisible pressure descending upon him, but he said nothing.

Tyron immediately understood what the other party meant; this was a test.

Great people are slow to speak; they generally reserve the right to interpret things for last, because once many words are spoken, they no longer belong to them.

He knew this was a classic "pledge of allegiance" moment.

The scroll might contain Macley's secrets, or it might contain nothing at all, just a trap to test whether he would peek inside.

It's even possible that the scroll is afflicted with some kind of trigger curse, which would cause it to explode once opened.

But whatever it is, he has no right to refuse.

Tyron took the scroll with both hands, feeling its cold touch, his eyes resolute:

"Please rest assured, Professor. As long as the reel is there, I am here; if the reel dies, I am gone."

"very good."

Markley patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Go on, and don't forget the corpse your senior sister requested."