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

After reviewing the mechanics and content of the monthly pass, Tyron instantly understood it completely.

He also spent a lot of money when he accompanied the professor's child to play.

This data-driven individual, let alone a monthly pass, could even teach the professor's children about the theory of higher elements fluently.

Tyronn then turned his attention to the card draw interface.

"Ancient gacha pool... is it possible to get epic items?"

In this world, knowledge and power are strictly categorized.

Although there is no inherent superiority or inferiority among spell models, it all depends on how the wizard develops them.

However, magical artifacts, materials, consumables, runes, etc., have strict levels: common, fine, master, epic, and legendary.

As for the legendary and immortal classes, which are said to surpass even the legendary ones.

That was a product of the ancient magical tide era.

With the magic receding, the current concentration of magic is no longer sufficient to activate such a terrifying magical artifact.

And now, the featured items in this gacha pool are flashing with a dark gold light that represents the highest tier.

[Limited-Time Upgrade Talent: The Sacred Body of Slacking Off]

"Slacking off...the Holy Body?"

Tyron almost burst out laughing in anger.

As a former rural hero who rose to power through sheer hardship, the word "slacking off" simply doesn't exist in his vocabulary.

At work, he's a ruthless KPI machine; when playing games, he's a hardcore data enthusiast.

You must have the right attitude and give it your all in everything you do.

"This kind of attribute, which sounds like it belongs only to losers, actually deserves to be in the legendary pool?"

With a mix of sarcasm and curiosity, he clicked on the details page.

The next second, his solid worldview as a science student shattered.

【Name: The Sacred Body of Lazy Fish】

[Category: Passive Talent]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Effect: Passively activated. When alone in an enclosed space, and without anyone monitoring or spying on you, efficiency increases to 3000%]

Tyron stared intently at the number, even forgetting to breathe.

"3000%..."

He swallowed hard, his brain racing to process the information.

"Thirty times."

"This means that one day for me is equivalent to a month for someone else."

"One year for me is equivalent to thirty years for others."

"With this, I can become a true time management master!"

In this wizarding world where knowledge is power, time is the greatest cost.

The two most important factors limiting a wizard's power are resources and lifespan.

Countless wizards need to balance when to cultivate, when to make money, and when to maintain stable interpersonal relationships in order to maximize their cultivation speed.

This talent directly bridged the gap between him and those geniuses and rich kids on a physical level.

I may lack talent and connections, but I have thirty times the time you all have!

Looking at his only six chances to draw cards, Tyron took a deep breath.

"In my past life, I spent over 300,000 RMB on in-game purchases, and eight out of ten times I hit the minimum payout."

"Even in the genetic lottery of life, I drew the SSR of 'pancreatic cancer'."

"According to the law of conservation of luck..."

Tyron pressed the "Extract" button, his voice tinged with a hint of prayer.

"What God owes me, I must repay."

hum!

The giant tree in the void trembled violently, and a fruit fell, transforming into a shooting star.

There is no blue light, and no violet light.

That was like molten gold, a golden light that stung the retina!

"One shot, one kill."

Tyron calmly watched the golden light explode on his retina, without screaming like a monkey who had never seen the world before; his heart rate, however, instantly exceeded 180.

As the golden light faded, a uniquely styled icon appeared: a panda head holding a blue dried fish.

Hehe, another day of slacking off.

[Gained Talent: The Sacred Body of Laziness]

Without hesitation, Tyron activated his mind and merged directly.

In an instant, a cool, minty energy flow washed over his limbs and bones, eventually converging in his cerebral cortex.

There was no pleasurable muscle expansion, nor the overwhelming feeling of magical energy.

The world has changed.

The once noisy basement became so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the trails of dust particles in the air became clearly visible.

Tyron casually picked up the book "The Atlas of Meditation" and opened it to page 57.

At this moment, reading is no longer a tedious character recognition process, but a near-violent form of data indoctrination.

With a glance, the content is instantly disassembled, analyzed, and archived.

The originally obscure and difficult-to-understand logic of the runes was now automatically constructed into a three-dimensional model in his mind.

Two minutes.

In just two minutes, he not only memorized two pages of content that would normally take an hour to digest.

"This feeling..." Tyron closed his eyes, feeling the high-speed operation of his brain core, like a turbocharger.

"It's like going directly from dial-up internet to a dedicated fiber optic line."

That's the terror of 30 times the efficiency.

Puff puff puff!

A sudden flapping of wings broke the silence.

The exhilarating feeling of overclocking the brain vanished instantly, and thoughts became heavy and sluggish again, as if falling from the clouds into a quagmire.

Tyron felt a chill run down his spine; the feeling of being "watched" made him instantly exit his talent state.

He quickly adjusted his expression, adopting a humble and wooden look, and turned to look at the entrance.

A black raven with ghostly green flames burning in its eyes stood in front of the ironwood window of the morgue, clutching a piece of parchment.

In this strictly hierarchical wizarding tower, a basement filled with the stench of corpses would never be set foot in by a noble, formal wizard.

Possessing pets to relay messages is a common tactic they employ.

The raven represents his mentor, MacLehose Kane.

A level seven official wizard, 46 years old today, he is a relatively ordinary existence among the 12th generation of the Kane Wizard Tower bloodline.

They were not qualified to compete for the position of tower master, nor were they on the verge of being removed from the list.

It's just average, neither particularly good nor bad.

Aside from the arrogance typical of the upper class, he was generally a fairly normal and honest wizard.

"Magnus".

The crow opened its beak and emitted Maclean's calm and steady call.

"Prepare three corpses. One must be a fresh corpse that has been dead for no more than 10 hours, as I will be performing a resurrection ritual tomorrow."

"The second skeleton must be stripped of all flesh, leaving only the complete skeleton. Remember, wash it thoroughly with acid; I don't want to smell even a trace of decay!"

"The third body... must be a young woman with intact skin."

"Deliver it to my lab before 8 a.m. tomorrow."

The command was brief, ruthless, and carried an unquestionable, absolute authority.

In the eyes of a wizard, a corpse is not one of their own, but merely a consumable.

Tyronn immediately bowed deeply, bending at a ninety-degree angle, his tone impeccably respectful:

"Yes, it has always been my greatest honor, my beloved mentor. Your will will be carried out to the fullest extent."

The raven narrowed its burning, ghostly eyes slightly and tilted its head to examine Tyron.

For some reason, this apprentice, who was usually timid and like a block of wood, seemed different today.

"Has that blockhead finally come to his senses?" Markley thought to himself for a moment before leaving.

The two only met four times in six months.

MacLeod had a very bad impression of Tyron, finding him timid, insecure, dull, and with almost zero emotional intelligence, making him of no potential for development.

The reason Macley remembered Tyron was because he was the first person this year to voluntarily become a corpse-collecting apprentice.