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

Between the abyss and the present world, a giant golden eye peers through a fist-sized hole at Tyrion's tiny soul.

Faced with this ancient being who had fought in the abyss for thousands of years, Tyren forcibly suppressed the fear deep in his soul.

He took a deep breath, maintaining impeccable wizardly etiquette even in his spirit form, and bowed deeply:

"Your Excellency, I am a junior wizard who has been corrupted by the abyss."

"In order to avoid becoming a beast that only knows how to devour, and in order not to harm my companions, I have taken the liberty of disturbing your peace, just to seek a glimmer of hope."

After speaking, Tyren raised his head, looked directly into the golden eye, and tentatively asked:

"Excuse me... are you truly the legendary 'Moonlight Holy Sword' Master Ludwell, who single-handedly covered the retreat of the expeditionary force 1500 years ago?"

"Another 300 years have passed...?"

The terrifying giant, composed of countless corpses and tumors, paused slightly.

A flicker of disorientation crossed those golden eyes, and a deep voice, like the tolling of an ancient bell, echoed through the void:

"So... the dust of the present world has accumulated to this thickness?"

"In this endless battle and chaos, I have long forgotten the passage of time."

He didn't directly acknowledge his identity, but his weathered tone said it all.

Those deep eyes moved again, scrutinizing Tyron from head to toe:

"You managed to get here with such meager strength and break the [Astral 36 Star Wheel Seal] that I personally laid down..."

"This shows that you are not a direct descendant of my old friend, and that you are exceptionally intelligent."

It's clear that he doesn't want any of his acquaintances or their children to see him.

This seal seems to be something that only an outsider like Tyrone can open.

Tyronn immediately seized the opportunity and said respectfully:

"Based on the history and lineage I know, my current mentor should be a descendant of your former adjutant."

"Kane?"

The monster's voice suddenly carried a hint of warmth and laughter, as if through Tyrone, one could see the young adjutant who used to follow him and always complained that the sword was too heavy.

"That sly little devil who hates getting tired... it seems he really did have quite a few children after he went back, just as he boasted back then."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the giant swung his moon-sword.

A dazzling sword beam, a thousand meters long, swept out and forcefully cleaved the abyssal beast tide that surged forward like a tsunami.

Black flesh and blood flew everywhere, tearing a huge chasm through the void.

This earth-shattering blow was as natural as breathing in his hands.

Having done all this, Ludwell sheathed his greatsword and turned his gaze back to Tyrion.

This time, his gaze became deep and serious, as if he were examining the quality of a soul:

"Young man."

"When you are trapped in the abyss of despair, surrounded by darkness and nothingness, if a ray of moonlight illuminates you, giving you warmth and direction..."

"Will you follow that moonlight until the end of your life?"

This problem is as heavy as a mountain.

The air fell into a deathly silence.

Tyronn remained silent.

He knew very well that in the face of a terrifying being who was very likely a demigod, any lie would be pale and powerless.

Especially in this state of soul-to-soul confrontation, even the slightest hypocrisy will be magnified infinitely.

A few seconds later.

Tyrion raised his head, and for the first time, he followed his true nature in the face of this being who was both divine and demonic.

He answered calmly:

"I won't."

"Um?"

A distinct look of surprise flashed across Ludwell's enormous eyes.

Over the course of these long years, six exceptionally talented younger generations have come here, and their answers have all been either "I will follow you to the death" or "I will never forget you."

"Why?" the monster asked.

"Is the grace of redemption not enough to earn your loyalty?"

"It's not about loyalty, it's about change."

Tyron's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a cold, hard rationality:

"Master, the world is material, and it is also in flux."

"Life is always changing, and nothing can guide a person correctly for a lifetime."

"The environment we live in, the difficulties we face, and the resources we have are constantly changing, which means that our thinking must be adjusted accordingly."

Tyronn paused for a moment, then gave a very simple example:

"For example, what if I were in a world without magic, runes, elemental power, or gods?"

"In that environment, if I were still obsessed with becoming a transcendent wizard, I would be completely insane and delusional."

"As a child, I also dreamed of becoming a superhero and punishing all bad guys."

"But as I grew up, I realized that there is no superhuman power in this world that can crush everything. I need to adapt to the rules and make use of the rules to survive."

"Then I accepted the ordinariness of that world and built my life on that foundation."

Ludwell was silent for a moment, seemingly pondering the meaning of those words.

But he didn't stop there; instead, he pressed on with further questions:

"What if...you've already fallen into filth and darkness, and that ray of moonlight gave you everything? Shouldn't you regard it as the only truth?"

"Master, we should look at these issues dialectically."

Tyron straightened his back, his eyes clear and firm, as if he were conducting an academic defense:

"Our parents are the ones who gave us life and everything when we were at our weakest and darkest. They are the starting point of everything for us."

"But does that mean what our parents say is always the truth? Does it mean we have to live our whole lives under their control?"

"The same principle applies."

"We learn knowledge, worship gods, and pursue truth."

"I believe that the words of the sages and the gods have great guiding significance in certain periods."

"But this does not mean we should accept it entirely, much less blindly worship it."

Tyronn pointed to the non-existent void above his head:

"Like the sun in the sky."

"Its light illuminates the world, nourishes all things, and is the source of life."

"But without the cover of clouds and the tempering of rain, the endless scorching sun would only bake the earth into scorched earth and kill all life."

"When we look directly at the sun, its light, which is revered as a miracle and a benevolent light, can also blind us."

"So you're saying that everything the sun does is correct? We must obey everything the sun tells us, even if it's going to scorch us to death?"

Dead silence.

A prolonged silence.

Only the distant roars of abyssal monsters could be faintly heard.

After a long while.

"Hehehe..."

A low, guttural laugh emanated from Ludwell's numerous, menacing mouths.

The laughter shook the surrounding runic walls and caused the abyssal monsters that tried to approach to explode.

There was no anger in that laughter; instead, it was filled with a certain...pleasure.

"Young apprentice, you are quite interesting."

Ludwell's golden eyes held a sense of ease:

"You are the sixth little one to come here in the past 1500 years."

"The answers from the first five people were filled with chivalrous loyalty and passion, which made me very gratified."

"And your answer... while the least appealing and most unconventional, is the most interesting!"

"You're right, blind light is sometimes more deadly than darkness."

"This stagnant world really needs interesting people like you!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Ludwell gave Tyron no chance to react.

Suddenly, his deformed arm rose up, and the Moonlight Greatsword in his hand transformed into a streak of light, thrusting straight at him!

The terrifying sword light, powerful enough to split mountains and sever rivers, was extremely compressed and condensed the moment it touched the sealing hole.

Ultimately, it transformed into a beam of pure silver light, only as thick as a finger.

call out!

The beam of light pierced through the void in an instant, striking precisely into the left eye of Tyrion's spirit body.

"ah!!"

Tyron felt a piercing pain in his left eye, as if it had been injected with scalding mercury.

Immediately afterwards, a massive flow of information exploded in his mind.

"Go back, young wizard!"

"Looking forward to seeing you again..."

As Ludwell's weathered and distant voice faded into the distance, the hole in front of Tyrion quickly closed.

A strong dizzying sensation swept over him, and his consciousness was forcibly kicked out of this space.

……

In the real world, inside a cave.

"call!!"

Tyron suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, his whole body already soaked in cold sweat.

He felt a cool, stinging sensation in his left eye, but he could feel it clearly.

The abyssal corruption that haunted him and made him unbearably hungry was now suppressed deep within his soul, like a mouse before a cat.

"It's a success..."

Tyron pressed his throbbing temples, a smile of relief spreading across his face.

Just then, a completely new and complex surgical model emerged in his mind.

He subconsciously switched to his own state of mind.

Below the previously solitary entry of "Summoning and Domination Techniques," a brand new entry radiating a silver glow has suddenly appeared:

【Spell: Lunar Furnace (0 / 1000 million)】

Based on the knowledge that came to mind, Tyren quickly deduced that this spell had two basic effects.

First: The soul of a cultivator will receive the eternal protection of the "moon," which can suppress the pollution of the abyss.

Second: Through rituals, one can absorb moonlight, store and refine their left eye, enhancing its vision while gaining special attack methods.

As the spell level increases, these two effects become stronger, and new abilities can also be unlocked.

Once the technique is perfected, one can become a messenger of the moon and control the cold, pure moonfire.

"Has the version been updated to monthly updates so quickly?"

While Tyron was happy, he couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.