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

"Uh...cough cough..."

Tyrion curled up on the ground in agony, his hands gripping his throat so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

The suffocating feeling of his lungs being filled with deep silt made his vision go black in waves.

Even more terrifying, the insane babbling that accompanied the invasion of silt was slowly eroding his sanity.

Countless distorted faces screamed in his mind, trying to drag his soul into an abyss.

"No... I absolutely can't die like this!"

As the last vestige of absolute rationality of the King of Kings, an astonishing will to survive erupted at this moment.

Tyron's brain was working frantically in the oxygen-deprived state, trying to find a glimmer of hope in his desperate situation.

"Think of something quickly... what other backup plans do we have?"

"What else can save my life?!"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

That amulet!

The cross amulet that Malik's mentor gave him!

Without saying a word, Tyron instantly communicated with the monthly card and directly consumed the second [Condensed Soul Fragment].

His mental strength surged instantly.

Without any hesitation, he poured 5 of the 6 points of mental energy he had just recovered into the silver cross-shaped longsword amulet on his chest.

hum!

The moment the amulet was activated, a glimpse of holy moonlight flashed in Tyron's vision, which had already turned black and white.

"Oh, the bright moonlight..."

A murmur and sigh, seemingly from ancient times, transcended the barriers of time and space, resounding in his spiritual world.

With that sigh, a cool, pure power instantly swept over his entire body.

The abyssal black mud that had been so arrogant and domineering, trying to devour his soul, melted and dispersed rapidly in the face of this power, like snow falling under the scorching sun.

……

the other side.

The Gluttonous Acolyte was controlling the giant tree spirit, which reached out its rough wooden hand and grabbed Cathy, who was slumped on the ground.

"Let me go! Tyron!!"

Cathy cried out, struggling desperately despite the bleeding wound on her neck.

She looked at Tyron lying in a pool of blood and black mud, his life hanging in the balance, and her heart ached.

She didn't blame Tyron for taking her hostage earlier.

In that desperate situation, it was the only way to survive.

She only hated herself for being powerless, hated that she could only watch helplessly as her benefactor died trying to save her.

The Gluttonous Acolyte brought Cathy before him, his murky eyes scrutinizing the girl:

"I really don't understand, what kind of bloodline does this little girl have that allows her to suppress our Gluttony Technique?"

"Never mind, take it back and let His Holiness the bishop study it at his leisure."

Just as it was about to turn and leave.

call!

A strange, eerie blue flame suddenly ignited, instantly burning off the tree spirit's thick arm.

Click!

As her severed arm fell, Cathy screamed and plummeted to the ground.

Just then, a mournful cawing of crows rang out.

Gah!Gah!Gah!

Three crows engulfed in eerie blue flames descended from the sky. Working in perfect unison, they precisely snatched Cathy's robe and carried her safely back to Tyrion's side.

"Who?!"

The gluttonous acolyte was startled and turned his head sharply to look.

Tyron was engulfed in a blazing, eerie blue flame.

Soon, the will-o'-the-wisps merged, twisted, and reformed with the three crows.

A few seconds later, a tall, slender figure emerged from the flames.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in an elegant black wizard's robe.

He had a refined and handsome face, yet exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect without needing to be angry.

Especially those eyes, with deep, dark blue flames burning in their pupils, as if they could see right through one's soul.

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the Gluttonous Acolyte and Cathy before finally settling on Tyrion, who was still convulsing on the ground.

A fleeting hint of admiration and concern flashed in his eyes.

The next second, he raised his finger and gently touched Tyrion's body, chanting softly:

"Soul purification".

hum!

The two translucent souls that had been clinging to him instantly disintegrated, turning into pure white energy that flowed into Tyron's body.

"Cough cough cough!!"

Tyron, who was about to suffocate completely, suddenly felt a lightness in his lungs.

The deep silt that was clogging the airways was instantly purified by this energy.

Although the problem of being corrupted by the abyss still lingers deep in his soul, at least his life has been saved.

Tyron emerged from the water like a drowning man, greedily inhaling the fresh air.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw that familiar figure looking at him with concern.

That mentor who always carried a hint of arrogance, yet gave him countless opportunities.

"teacher!!"

Tyron's voice was hoarse, but filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster.

The newcomer was none other than Malik, a Level 7 official wizard from the Kane Wizard Tower!

The moment the Gluttonous Acolyte on the tree spirit's shoulder saw Malik appear, his expression changed drastically, his ugly monkey face contorting into a shape of terror:

"Malik Kane?! Damn it! What are you doing here?!"

Without any hesitation.

They didn't even dare to utter a harsh word.

Without a word, the Gluttonous Acolyte manipulated the tree spirit to turn and run away.

It was well aware of the enormous gap between itself and the person in front of it.

Although everyone else is a formal wizard who has quickly become one through various means, Malik has the backing of the Kane family and possesses a complete heritage and foundation, which is incomparable to this deformed product that forcibly improves itself by devouring flesh and blood.

More importantly...

The Kane family's secret techniques have a natural restraining effect on these abyssal creatures!

"Trying to run away?"

Malik let out a cold snort as he watched the Gluttonous Acolytes flee in panic, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"You injured my student, wouldn't it be better to leave him alive?"

next second.

He simply flicked his sleeve.

Whoohoo!

Five lost souls were released.

With the aid of some profound secret technique, these five souls instantly disintegrated, transforming into incredibly pure energy particles.

This energy rapidly gathered, compressed, and recombined in the air, eventually forming a giant lightsaber two meters long.

The sword was entirely silver-white, surrounded by faint blue-green phosphorescent flames, exuding a chilling aura that intertwined holiness and death.

The Gluttonous Acolyte in the distance sensed a deadly threat coming from behind him.

Its small and frail physique was simply unable to support it in physical dodging, so it could only frantically urge the abyssal magic to make the tree spirit beneath it run faster.

"Hurry! Hurry up!!"

However, it was all in vain.

Click, click!

Several ghostly blue flames exploded out of thin air beneath the tree spirit's feet, and the ground suddenly cracked open.

Dozens of pale white skeletal chains burst from the ground, instantly binding the tree spirit's legs like maggots clinging to bones, firmly fixing it and the Gluttonous Acolyte above it in place.

"go."

Malik uttered a single word calmly.

call out!

That moonlit longsword, trailing a long silver flame, streaked through the darkness like a shooting star, carrying the majesty of judgment, and pierced straight at the struggling, ugly figure.

"No!! Spare me!! Spare me!!!"

"Damn bastard! Damn apprentice!!"

The Gluttonous Acolyte let out a desperate scream, trying to cast a spell to save himself, only to find that he didn't have enough magic power!

In order to remain hidden and undetected, he only carried 3% of his usual abyssal magic power, which would normally be enough to easily deal with some apprentices.

But unexpectedly, they encountered such a cunning kid, who activated the tree spirit, and with subsequent enhancements, as well as the extra mana consumed to instantly activate "Abyssal Breath".

This reduced his magic power from 3% to only 1%.

From Tal's perspective, he knew Tyrone's information very well, and thought that killing a low-level apprentice would not have much of an impact.

Unexpectedly, this lowly apprentice possessed the Moonlight Holy Sword Amulet, a treasure reserved for direct descendants of the Kane family's core bloodline!

"Even if I only have 20% of my magic power, I still have a chance to survive!!"

"Damn it!!!"

Bang!

There is no suspense.

The lightsaber pierced through the Gluttonous Acolyte's body without any resistance, splitting him and the tree spirit beneath him in two.

boom!!

Immediately afterwards, the lightsaber exploded.

A massive amount of silver flames instantly enveloped the two pieces of corpse completely.

Amidst piercing screams, in just over ten seconds, the once arrogant and powerful formal wizard-level monster was reduced to a pile of ashes scattered by the wind.

Sold out instantly.

A complete and utter annihilation.

This is the true value of a Level 7 certified wizard!