A Diligent and Responsible Colleague

Once the half-hour mark arrived, Thor took his leave of his own accord.

Watching the direction in which Thor departed, Mark felt somewhat dazed.

"Why do you think so highly of that brat?"

His palm split open once more, and a tongue flickered in and out, yet it emitted a human voice.

"The mentor has already given him a chance, hasn't he? Besides, I also want to see just how far he can go. I have yet to see a Level 1 Apprentice complete a Wizard Body Modification."

The palm made a sound like swallowing saliva.

Thor did not know that someone—or something—was already coveting his body; he only knew that the knowledge he had obtained from Mark had not wasted his two credits.

Hesitation? Fear?

Heh.

They did not exist.

Thor could not wait to head to the Corpse Room to verify the inspiration that was surging wildly within him.

He walked quickly toward the lower floors when, suddenly, a hooded woman brushed past him.

That beautiful jawline and those sexy red lips were so familiar.

Even though he hadn't seen her in over twenty days, Thor did not feel the slightest bit of distance.

He slowly stopped in his tracks and looked back.

Kongsha did not linger, her figure disappearing around the bend of the ramp.

As the two had brushed past each other, her fingers had gestured the number one.

Thor stood stunned for a long time, and when he set off again, his mood was already different.

He was not surprised that Kongsha was hinting for him to find her.

Ever since he had rejected Kongsha's request, he had known that she would definitely come again.

After all, having gone to such great lengths to get Thor under Kazi's name, Kongsha would certainly not give up easily.

Nearly a month had passed, and Thor had not been able to resist going to find her first.

Today, however, it was Kongsha who could no longer hold back.

Thor paced slowly downstairs, not stopping to greet the people he knew as he passed them.

Walking into the third Corpse Room on the second floor of the East Tower, he gently closed the heavy door.

"Whew—"

He finally relaxed a little.

I was too forceful last time; I need to soften my attitude this time, Thor thought, considering how to handle his meeting with Kongsha tonight. Senior Sister Kongsha likely thinks I am a greedy, arrogant fool. Tonight, she will either threaten my life or add more chips to the pot to lure me in. I hope it is the latter.

But regardless of how Kongsha intended to coerce him, Thor would agree to her terms tonight.

If Sid hadn't died while out, he should be returning soon, and Thor needed a powerful backer to serve as a deterrent.

Rejecting Kongsha outright last time was more of a strategic retreat.

He did not want Kongsha to continue treating him as cannon fodder that could be discarded at any moment.

Thor cleared the books off the long table.

He had originally intended to begin the preliminary preparations for his Wizard Body Modification today, but Kongsha's sudden appearance had disrupted his focus.

Although he had the intention of using Kongsha, deep down... Thor was still afraid of her.

Attempting an experiment in this state would result in failure nine times out of ten.

Better to just read...

"Hiss!"

The candle lamp on the delivery platform brightened.

A guest had arrived.

Thor walked over and skillfully pulled the lever.

The conveyor belt began to rotate, and a guest appeared before Thor through the black tassels.

"This person... is so clean."

Clean was the first impression this corpse gave Thor.

His expression was peaceful, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands rested naturally at his sides. The black leather covering him was like a blanket, resting right across his chest.

Thor pulled back the black leather covering the body, only to find that there wasn't a single wound on the man.

"Huh, how did he die?"

He gently turned the body over to check the back, but there were no wounds there either. This was even stranger; the apprentices responsible for the first two stages should have already inspected it.

How could there be no traces of an examination left behind? Could it be that they had determined this corpse had no value whatsoever?

Thor flipped the body back over and entered a semi-immersive meditative state, observing the guest to see if he could discover anything.

But even in meditation, he found no familiar points of light; the entire corpse appeared blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of holy light.

"There really isn't anything to find. Why would a corpse like this be sent to the Corpse Room?"

Thor straightened his back and turned his head in confusion.

"Hah!"

He jumped back in fright.

The corpse had actually opened its eyes and was tilting its head to stare at Thor with a serene expression.

In truth, corpses opening their eyes midway was not an uncommon occurrence for him.

It was only because he had been lost in thought and his attention had wandered that he was startled just now.

Regaining his composure, Thor stepped forward skillfully, attempting to smooth the guest's eyes shut with his hand.

"Close your eyes. In this Wizard Tower, let alone the dead, even the living have no human rights."

But no sooner had the guest's eyes been closed than they stubbornly popped open again.

"Fine, if you like it that way, there's nothing I can do." Thor didn't argue with the dead; he picked up a cloth, preparing to cover the body's head.

"Would you mind not blocking my eyes? I wish to watch how I die." Just then, the corpse suddenly spoke.

Well, Thor had seen talking corpses before, but he had never seen one with such clear, coherent speech.

"You aren't dead?"

With no heartbeat and no breath, it should have been dead through and through.

Could it be that wizards also had methods of suspended animation or feigned death?

The guest lying on the conveyor belt wore a gentle expression, smiling at Thor like a kind elder watching a mischievous junior.

"It is dangerous here, child. What you think is good may not be good, and what you think is bad may not be bad. What you think is alive may already be dead, and what you think is dead may still be alive. Me? I am dead, yet I am not. So, please do not damage my body, will you?"

Thor felt something was wrong; this corpse definitely had a problem!

He reached into his pocket and pressed his hand against a small paper packet.

"This guy is a bit eerie. Maybe I should just throw him into the large crate for corpses."

Thinking this, Thor stepped forward, preparing to move the body.

However, at this moment, the Hardcover Book that had been silent for a long time flew in front of him with a rustle.

Shuoyue Calendar Year 314, June 24th, Today, while processing a corpse, you met a kindred spirit.

You talked at length about life, and because of this, you couldn't bear to harm him in the slightest.

You safely and securely placed his body into the crate for corpses.

To your surprise, the crate was actually quite comfortable to lie in.

You happily closed your eyes.

Thor suddenly looked up; the corpse on the conveyor belt was still watching him and smiling.

Thor's face darkened. He fumbled along the tool bench behind him and finally selected a tool he had never used before.

A bone cleaver.

He held the blade and walked slowly toward today's guest.

"Um, what are you doing?" The guest's smile twisted slightly. His eyes were fixed tightly on the blade, and his neck and limbs began to twitch as if he were about to crawl up at any moment.

Thor whipped out the paper packet from his pocket, tore it open, and scattered it over the corpse.

The white crystals shattered upon contact with the body, decomposing into even finer powder.

At the same time, the corpse seemed to be suppressed by some force and stopped twitching.

The guest's tone immediately softened.

"Can you not hurt me? I only look scary; the situation is not what you think! Actually, I am not dead yet! Actually, I can still come back to life! Don't..."

"Thud!"

The Hardcover Book... flew back to his left shoulder, acting perfectly obedient.

Thor kept a dark face and raised the blade once more.

Processing complete, Thor straightened his back and panted heavily.

It was fortunate that the strength in his arms had been enhanced; otherwise, a twelve-year-old boy really couldn't handle such heavy labor.

"Although I don't know where the corpses that pass through the Corpse Room end up, I've never liked causing trouble for my colleagues. Now that you've turned into this, they should be satisfied, right?"

Thank you to the big boss A-Wu-A-Wu-Ao-Wu for the tip, and to all the readers for your affirmation and monthly tickets. Xiao Jin will continue to work hard! I'm full of motivation today, off to write the next chapter.