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

The afternoon sun was blocked by the thick stone walls of the wizard's tower, and only a few candles lingered in the basement, casting flickering shadows.

After lunch, Tyron sat cross-legged in front of the worktable covered in knife marks, his expression as focused as if he were dissecting a rare magical beast.

Having just returned from a hypnotic chanting class in the large classroom on the first floor, he didn't rush to practice the newly learned rune weaving techniques.

Too much to chew.

Although his introduction to rune literature opened his eyes to a wider world, he was well aware of his biggest weakness at this stage—a lack of immediate combat capability.

In this dog-eat-dog wizarding world, theoretical knowledge is certainly important, but when you're walking down a dark alley and facing a dagger aimed at your kidney, you can't exactly talk to the other person about the "principle of spiritual resonance."

What you need is a knife, or... a hand sharper than a knife.

"Demonic Needle Technique"

Tyron murmured the name.

Last night's defeat did not discourage him; instead, it fueled his competitive spirit as the King of Rolls.

Especially this morning, Markley's explanation of "frequency resonance" and "three-dimensional weaving" was like a key that unlocked the lock in his mind.

"My previous approach was wrong."

Tyron looked at his left hand; his long, slender fingers appeared somewhat pale in the candlelight.

"I enchanted my palm as if it were a flat surface, but in reality, the palm is an extremely complex three-dimensional structure."

"The density and resonant frequency of each layer of bones, muscles, and skin are different."

"To ensure the magic blade adheres stably, it is necessary to construct a three-dimensional, multi-layered resonance model, much like weaving runes."

Take a deep breath.

With the blessing of the "Slacking Off Sacred Body," Tyron's brain began to work at lightning speed, and the 30-fold acceleration of his thinking allowed him to simulate the direction of hundreds of magical circuits in an instant.

"Frequency tuning...resonance...stretching..."

He closed his eyes, feeling the warm flow of magic within his body.

A bit of mental energy was consumed, guiding the magic to flow into the left hand.

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This time, instead of covering the entire hand, he tried to create a three-dimensional mesh structure that wrapped around the palm like a glove.

"Magic Thorn Technique!"

hum!

A very faint buzzing sound came from the air.

Tyron suddenly opened his eyes.

He could clearly feel a transparent, thin film, like flowing air, covering the surface of his palm.

The feeling was strange, like wearing an invisible silk glove on your hands, smooth and cold, yet with a chilling sharpness.

however……

Snapped.

It lasted only a second before the thin film shattered instantly, like a burst bubble.

The magic dissipated, and the palm returned to its original state.

Although he failed, Tyronn's lips curled into a smile of ecstatic joy.

Because of the prompt that popped into my mind:

[Magic Assassination Skill Experience +50]

"really!"

Tyronn swung his fist hard.

"I really need to listen to lectures from renowned teachers! Yesterday, I was just figuring things out on my own, and even at 30x speed, I only gained 20 experience points per session. Today, with theoretical guidance, my efficiency more than doubled!"

This is the power of knowledge.

In this world, knowledge is not just power, but also a real multiplier of experience.

Without pausing, Tyron immediately began to review what had just happened.

Why did it break?

"Because of insufficient magic power."

"My current total magic power is 4.5, but my 1:1 magic power control is just average. Now I can try to take it a step further."

In his previous attempts, he used 1 point of mental energy to mobilize 1 point of magic power.

This kind of "small water pipe" water supply naturally cannot support the consumption of the three-dimensional structure.

"Then...double it!"

Tyronn's eyes narrowed.

I mobilized my mental energy once again.

This time, he was even bolder, directly using 1 point of mental energy to forcibly pull 2 ​​points of magic power into his left hand.

This operation is extremely dangerous for ordinary apprentices. The slightest mistake could lead to a backlash of magic, leaving them in a daze for a day or even several days.

But now that he has the "Slacking Off Sacred Body," his recovery efficiency will be very fast, which is his trump card that allows him to do this!

With Tyron's thinking and efficiency at 30 times the normal level, everything obediently intertwined according to his wishes, and the process went much more smoothly than Tyron had expected.

"Looks like I need to do more extreme experiments in the future!"

"Three-dimensional weaving... double resonance..."

hum-

This time, the transparent film became thicker, and even faintly emitted a faint blue light.

The sharpness was even more intense now. Tyron even felt that he could cut off the corner of the table with just a light touch.

One second... two seconds...

Snapped.

The membrane broke again.

[Magic Assassination Skill Experience +65]

Congratulations! Your Magic Assassination skill has been upgraded to Lv.2 (57/200)

It's been upgraded!

As his skill level increased, Tyren felt that he had gained some instinctive memories of magic micro-management, which mainly increased the sharpness of Magic Spike by 20%.

But he was not satisfied.

"It's still not stable enough."

Tyron frowned, looking at his palm.

"Two seconds is simply not enough time in actual combat. Moreover, covering the entire palm consumes too much energy, and the structure is too complex."

He scratched his head while unconsciously mimicking the movements of a master swordsman.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

A flash of inspiration struck my mind like lightning.

"Wait... why do I need to cover my entire palm?"

"I'm not going to practice Iron Palm, nor am I going to catch bullets."

"What I need is offense! It's about cutting through defenses!"

Tyron's gaze was fixed on the hypothenar eminence (the outer edge of the palm) of his hand.

"What if I only strengthen this area?"

"Like the blade of a knife, I only need to make this one line sharp!"

Narrow the scope and concentrate our efforts.

Isn't this just the pressure principle from physics in my past life? The smaller the area of ​​contact, the greater the pressure!

"Give it a try!"

Tyron glanced at his attribute panel; he had only 1 point of mental strength left.

put all one's eggs in one basket.

"Magic Needle Technique - Localized Enhancement!"

boom!

With the last bit of spiritual energy burning, he mobilized 2 points of magic power and frantically rushed towards the hypothenar eminence of his left hand.

This time, there's no need to construct a complex full-palm 3D model; all that's needed is to perform high-density magical compression and vibration along this narrow edge.

hum!

A clear and melodious sound rang out.

Tyron's pupils dilated suddenly.

On the outside of his left palm, a transparent blade, only a few millimeters thick but extremely solid, condensed and formed.

It was no longer an unstable bubble, but rather like a real, magical crystal blade, perfectly adhering to his skin.

There was no trembling, no collapse.

It existed there quietly, radiating a chilling aura.

[Magic Assassination Skill Experience +70]

"It's done!"

Tyronn's heart pounded.

He turned around and looked at the middle-aged man's body on the worktable next to him, which had not yet been dealt with.

It was the body of a strong dockworker, who died from a brain hemorrhage caused by alcoholism. His arm muscles were bulging and his bones were large.

"Let's test its quality."

Tyronn took a deep breath, raised his left hand high, his five fingers together, and his palm taut.

At this moment, his hand was no longer a mortal body, but a battle axe ready to be unleashed.

"cut!"

There were no fancy moves, just a simple chop with his hand.

puff!

Click!

The sound was dull and crisp.

There was no resistance as expected, nor was there any bloodshed or carnage.

Tyron's palm sliced ​​through the mercenary's rough skin and tough muscles as if slicing a watermelon.

Immediately following was a sickeningly loud cracking sound of bones breaking.

The ulna, thicker than an average person's wrist, was neatly severed by the high-frequency vibrations of the magical blade!

The entire forearm fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Tyron withdrew his hand, looking at his unharmed palm, which, though covered in blood, could not conceal its sharpness!

"this……"

Tyron looked at the severed arm on the ground, then at his own hand, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

"This power... is even stronger than an ordinary steel knife!"

"While it's not as smooth as an enchanted alchemical weapon, this is all done bare-handed!"

"This means that I still possess lethal lethality in any situation where I am disarmed or unable to carry weapons."

Tyron couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"If anyone dares to try catching a blade bare-handed with me in the future, I'll show them what it means to have 'hands harder than blades'."

"This seemingly ordinary hand can easily sever someone's head in a critical moment."

An unprecedented sense of security welled up inside me.

In this perilous wizarding world, he was no longer a lowly apprentice at the mercy of others, but a hunter with a knife in his hand.

"call……"

With a long sigh, Tyron dispelled the magic from his hands.

A strong sense of fatigue washed over me, and my mental energy was completely depleted.

But he didn't rest immediately. His instinct was to take out the meditation essential oil, only to find that the 10 bottles he had won in the lottery were all gone.

"What a pity, it's 5% slower."

Sit cross-legged and close your eyes.

With the blessing of the Divine Body of the Fish-Touching, the depleted spiritual sea began to rapidly replenish itself.

An hour later.

Tyron opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.

[Spirit: 3.4 → 3.5]

It went up another 0.1!

The feeling of seeing myself get stronger every day is even more exhilarating than watching stocks hit their daily limit in my past life.

"Alright, my strength has been improved, time to get to work."

Tyron stood up, stretched his limbs, and then took out the parchment that Senior Sister Zixing had given him from his pocket.

Although they now have the ability to protect themselves, the first principle for thriving in the Wizard Tower is still to cling to powerful figures.

Zi Xing, a beautiful senior sister who is both powerful and well-connected, is currently the most powerful patron.

"Let me see what kind of corpse this young lady wants..."

Tyrone unfolded the parchment and looked at it by candlelight.

However, when he saw the three lines of text above, his brows furrowed instantly.

Requirement list:

Pure Spirit: Infants under one year old who died no more than 24 hours prior. (Note: Must not have been baptized and must be spiritually pure.)

Drug overdose: Death due to an overdose of alchemical agents in an ordinary person, with the time of death not exceeding 10 hours. (Note: Complete drug residue reaction must be preserved.)

Shell of Exhaustion: A person who was possessed by an evil spirit and died because their spirituality was completely drained. (Note: The body must be grayish-white and without lividity.)

"..."

Tyron rubbed his throbbing temples and couldn't help but complain:

"This isn't finding a corpse, it's practically making a wish."

"The first two are difficult, but if you go to the abandoned baby towers in the slums or the drug addict dens in the black market, you might be lucky enough to run into one."

"But this third one..."

Tyron's lips twitched as he looked at the line "possessed by an evil spirit."

Evil spirit possession is a rare occurrence, and most possessed individuals fall into a state of frenzy and are burned to ashes by the guards.

Finding a corpse that is "spiritually depleted but physically intact" is as difficult as finding a winning lottery ticket in a garbage dump.

"No wonder they gave 2000 purple gold coins."

"This money is really hard to earn."

Tyron sighed and carefully put the parchment away.

It's difficult, but it has to be done.

This was not only a mission, but also his way of currying favor with that beautiful senior sister.

"It seems tonight is destined to be a sleepless night."