You Are What You Eat

"He is already twenty-nine," the woman curled her lip. "If he can't become a Level 3 Apprentice by thirty, he'll have no chance left. The Tower Master naturally won't support dead weight; once an apprentice passes thirty, they must leave the Wizard Tower within a month."

"If you want to find him, you can go to Dormitory 1016." Having said that, the woman moved to close the door.

"Please wait a moment," Thor hurriedly braced the door with his hand. "May I ask, senior, was it you who processed that corpse without any wounds today?"

The woman looked somewhat impatient. "Yes, so what?"

"That corpse was a bit strange."

The woman sneered coldly, "I have already dealt with the dangers on it; what remains is your job."

With that, she ignored the fact that Thor's hand was still on the doorframe and moved to slam it shut.

At the last second, Thor hurriedly pulled his hand back.

He stood outside the gate, lost in thought.

As expected, the first step in the Corpse Room is something like an exorcism, while the second step and my third step are for collecting materials. My job, in reality, is more about cleaning up the aftermath while trying to catch anything that was missed.

As for the senior's cold attitude, Thor didn't take it to heart.

The vast majority of people in the Wizard Tower were extremely indifferent.

Rather than hoping for others to bestow kindness, it was better to make oneself strong enough to be feared.

Thor took two steps back, picked up his Bone Cleaver from the ground, and walked slowly back to his workstation.

"I received an important piece of information today," he said, cleaning the bloodstains off his hands. "If you can't become a Level 3 Apprentice by thirty, you have no chance. I'm twelve this year, so I have eighteen years left."

"Ugh, that's too far away... I'd better figure out how to pass the third-month test first."

If he couldn't pass the test, and if he couldn't deal with the lurking threat of Sid, then all his plans for the future would eventually turn into bubbles.

Time ticked away, and the blue hourglass dropped to seven in the evening.

Thor returned to his dormitory to wait for Kongsha.

He sat on his bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped tightly together in front of him.

Fair skin and pale bones intertwined.

One hand felt icy cold, the other numb.

He figured that today, Thor would finally find out what exactly Kongsha needed him to do.

And what all these arrangements were for.

One o'clock in the morning.

Thor faintly heard movement outside the door.

He walked over to open it and saw Kongsha standing there in a hood.

She was wearing a long dress with a texture as soft as a nightgown, standing there as alluringly as ever, looking like a landlady about to pay a late-night visit.

Having been here once before, Kongsha walked straight to Thor's desk and sat down, while Thor closed the door and remained standing by the entrance, not moving closer.

"Why are you standing so far away? It's not like I'm going to eat you," Kongsha chuckled.

The "eat" she referred to was definitely literal.

Seeing that Thor hadn't moved for a long time, Kongsha didn't urge him.

She crossed one leg and leaned back leisurely.

"What is your mana level now?"

"...4 joules." Thor lowered his head, putting on an expression of shame and frustration.

"Heh," Kongsha wasn't surprised; she even seemed quite satisfied with this answer. "Are you still going to insist on not taking the potion I gave you? You only have two months left. Do you think you can increase your mana by another 6 joules in two months?"

Thor gritted his teeth, his hands trembling. It took a long moment before a voice squeezed through his teeth.

"Please save me, senior."

After saying this, he let all the tension drain from his body, as if he had lost all hope.

The corners of Kongsha's mouth curled as if she were about to mock Thor again, but she seemed to recall something; her eyes shifted, and her expression actually softened.

"If you are obedient from now on, I naturally won't let you die in the test two months from now. And if you can do what I ask of you, I can even give you other potions to ensure your potential isn't overdrawn so completely. Perhaps there might even be hope for you to push for Level 3 Apprentice."

Thor looked up abruptly, his eyes glowing with renewed light.

"Really, senior?"

Kongsha smiled again, her expression even gentler.

"What, not thinking about becoming an official wizard anymore?"

Thor lowered his head, his cheeks flushing with shame.

"I already know how difficult it is to become an official wizard... I only hope to become a Level 3 Apprentice before I turn thirty, so I won't be kicked out of the Wizard Tower."

Hearing Thor's words, Kongsha's expression flickered.

"Level 3 Apprentice... of course you must become a Level 3 Apprentice before thirty. I didn't expect you to have heard even that."

Sensing that the senior across from him was in a strange state, Thor, who had his head lowered, quickly glanced up and immediately withdrew his gaze, continuing to put on an expression of having resigned himself to his fate.

Kongsha is currently a level two apprentice, and she does not look like a teenage girl at all.

Is she also desperately eager to become a level three apprentice?

Regaining her focus, Kongsha no longer had the heart to tease Thor. She took out a small vial and tossed it in front of him. Caught off guard, Thor scrambled to catch it, nearly dropping it on the floor.

"This is the first potion. Its efficacy only lasts for one month, so you must finish it all within that time. After taking it, your meditation speed will increase significantly, allowing your mana to reach about seven joules before the test. I will come to find you again on the night before the test to give you the second potion."

"The second potion can temporarily boost your mana by three joules. Getting through the next day's test will be absolutely no problem."

"Remember, this is the last chance I am giving you!"

Thor held the vial; the liquid inside was transparent, as clear as a bottle of pure water. "May I ask what the name of this potion is?"

Kongsha let out a "ha." "Even if I told you all the ingredients, you wouldn't be able to brew it."

But what Kongsha did not know was that although she hadn't told Thor, Thor had found out in another way.

[Shuoyue Calendar year 314, June 25th, Sunny

Today is truly a wonderful day. You have obtained a bottle of "Ultimate Filth of the Elemental Fairy."

Ugh... are you really going to consume this thing?

Well, as a wizard, there is nothing you cannot eat. Drink a drop, and your mana recovers rapidly; drink a bottle, and your mana will advance by leaps and bounds.

Wait, drink a bottle?

Three years from now, you will become an excellent spellcasting material~]

Thor looked at the last line of text in the Hardcover Book, his eyelids twitching slightly. He feigned a look of embarrassment, rubbed his nose, and asked again.

"Then what do I need to do? For you to give me the second potion, Senior Sister."

Kongsha sighed softly and pressed her hands against her knees to stand up.

She walked over to Thor, a slender, fair, jade-like finger gently grazing his cheek.

"I have always liked your self-awareness. Are you currently working in Mentor Kazi's Corpse Room?"

Although Kongsha intentionally controlled her tone and used her hand to provoke Thor, trying to disrupt his focus and attention, Thor still keenly noticed that Senior Sister Kongsha was very concerned about him working in the Corpse Room.

Could Senior Sister Kongsha's goal from the very beginning have been the Corpse Room?

That would explain her deliberate attempt to alter his elemental perception.

Because Thor had high mental talent but poor mana talent, he was easy for Kongsha to manipulate, making him the perfect candidate to take over the work in the Corpse Room.

Then...

Thor timidly looked up at Kongsha, appearing as if he wanted to hide. "Senior Sister, things from the Corpse Room cannot be taken out. There is someone guarding the end of the corridor."

Kongsha withdrew her hand. "Just a blind and deaf slave."

Thor waited quietly for Kongsha's follow-up; a burly man capable of guarding the entrance to the second-floor Corpse Room was certainly not simple, even if he were blind and deaf.

"Keep this safe."

Kongsha took out a piece of soft leather.

The leather was pale yellow with black stripes. On the inner side, which she flipped over, a dizzying runic array was inscribed. Thor only took one glance before quickly folding it back.

"Use this leather to wrap the materials. When wrapping, keep the array facing inward and the pattern facing outward; that way, the slave won't be able to smell the materials on you."

Thor, who had already begun utilizing materials from the Corpse Room to refine his own Wizard Body Modification materials, felt no guilt for such actions.

If you don't do it, you die.

He wasn't naive enough to think he was a part of the Wizard Tower and should protect its interests.

"Then what kind of materials does Senior Sister Kongsha need?"

Kongsha leaned down, placing both hands on Thor's shoulders.

The murky liquid inside her glass head sloshed forward, and eyeballs emerged one by one, pressing against the glass walls, all staring fixedly at Thor.

"I need the brains of a level one apprentice, preferably a level two apprentice."