Day 4:

  Tharick didn't know how long he slept but found himself in a rge room when he opened his eyes. The room was not his bedroom, but it included shelves with books and a thick mattress he y on. However, there was no chair or desk. Instead, there were weights on the side and two bowls, one filled with water and another empty.

  "Gror roar?" "How long was I asleep?" Tharick mumbled, his transtion magic already gone.

  He then recalled eating the minotaur's leg and falling into a deep slumber.

  "I probably scared Evile. I hope she is alright." Tharick sadly thought.

  He sidered himself a lost cause, the experimental rat of Zefaris The Wise(Mad). He was (retively) safe as long as Zefaris was ied in him and he was indispensable, but when Zefaris ceased being ied—

  "He will dissect me to observe my anatomy aract my ans for study."

  Few in the wizarding world were nice people, and Zefaris could be ted among the most evil bigshots. While he robably not as powerful as he was in his heyday, none doubted his strength as a titled Wizard. Even if Tharick rebelled, it would be a pointless struggle, especially ihis Wizard Tower. Zefaris had full trol over it and all that was inside, having an almost omnist view of everything, including wheudied, went to the toilet, had sex, or of the research he was doing. That was also how Zefaris learned about his study and got ied.

  "He would probably arrive soon." Tharick thought.

  While waiting, Tharick observed any ges in his body, a bigger, stronger, and his magic deeper.

  "Did eating the minotaur's leg make me stronger? Is the creature I am now sidered a first or sed-stage aberration?" Tharick thought.

  As the name implied, Abberanthins were aberrations, creatures that couldn't be categorized as mammals, birds, lizards, fish, or is, and not eveals, Udead, or Demons. Among all the creatures, Abberanthins were primal, instinct-driveures with no intellect apart from the desire to eat and grow and were born from natural phenomena or mana mutations often caused by unhandled alchemical waste and humaions, verging into an abominable existence. However, this was merely the first stage of their existence. When they gaiieheir body will slowly ge into a ype of aberration, some even f entire races. The most powerful recorded aberrations include the Leviathans in the deep os.

  Tharick didn't know whether he was in the first or sed stage, or if he could be categorized as such, but he could grow strohat was a fact.

  As Tharick predicted, the room's door soon opened as Zefaris and Evile walked inside. Zefaris athetic like an aree, and Evile was numb yet accepting, ing to terms with reality.

  But when Tharick smelled Evile, his body grew excited again, and the feeling was almost double what he previously experiehoughts of the times he had sex with Evile fshed in his mind, and he felt the urge to push her down and rape her.

  "The hell is wrong with me?! I was never such a perverted beast!" Tharick repressed his bodily urges with his stroal Strength, disgusted with himself. If his willpower were that of a on Apprentice, he would have lost his rationality then and there.

  He never saw Evile as a sexual object, but now, his body did.

  Not knowing what he was thinking, Zefaris cast a transtion spell on him and spoke, "Lad, how do you feel?"

  "Stronger, master." Tharick holy replied, trying to distract himself with versation.

  "Hm. You are bigger as well. Those three days you hibernated were justified." Zefaris nodded.

  "Three days?!" Tharick excimed in shock.

  "You ed about a third of your mass in high-energy food above your level. It is only natural to hibero digest yains." Zefaris stated.

  "I uand..." Tharick replied.

  "Good. Now, then-" Zefaris took out the testing crystal orb a float to Tharick. "You know the drill."

  "Yes, Master." Tharick extended a tentacle and touched the orb, curious to see how he ged. And what he saw shocked him.

  S Results:Attributes:

  Physique: 17 -> 30Life Force: 17 -> 30Magic Power: 17 -> 30Mental Strength: 86

  Affinities:

  Abjuration: 10%Charm: 2%juration: 3%Divination: 0%Evocation: 4%Illusion: 6%Neancy: 1%Transmutation: 100%

  "Wait, what?!" Tharick was shocked.

  All his attributes except Mental Strength went from 17 to 30, almost doubling.

  Zefaris wrote it in his notes, excitement in his murky eyes as if finding a ray of hope.

  "As expected. Your Physique, Magic Power, and Life Force are likely interected- Cough* Cough*"

  Suddenly, Zefaris started coughing his lungs out. Evile and Tharick didn't dare say anything or offer help to the dementic elder. The st time someone wao help, Zefaris uttered the word Sd the apprentice became an instant paharick still remembered the bits of lung and brain that spttered on his lips and eyes.

  After a mihe old man recovered, wiping his mouth with his sleeves before looking at Evile with fused eyes.

  "Erm... Where was I?" Zefaris asked, furrowing his brows as if to recall something.

  Knowing her master likely experienced a suddeic episode, Evile hurriedly answered.

  "Master mentiohat the Physique, Magic Power, and Life Force were likely interected." Evile reminded.

  "Ah, yes. Right. Right." Zefaris stroked his beard, his murky eyes looking at Tharick with a fiery passion. "And sihey are interected, you are immortal."

  "Oh..." Instead of excited, Tharick was growing wary.

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  Being immortal sounded il you got captured by an insane and evil wizard at the end of his life. And Zefaris was indeed aging, and fast. When Tharick arrived at the tower, he was around 10. At that time, Zefaris The Wise looked like a genial old man with wise eyes, rosy cheeks, and white teeth. A dozen years ter, his eyes turned murky, his teeth rotted due tetting oral hygiene and impnted mithril prosthetic teeth, and his previously healthy body became bony, wrinkled, and dry, with a deathly air exhaled with each bored breath.

  Tharick, and all the other disciples, khat Zefaris's days were numbered, and uo survive for more than a few years. All of them eyed the elder like vultures, waiting for their dementid abusive master to die and then rob everything of value and scatter before opportunists showed up to steal everything and hunt them down. At least, that was what everyone hoped for, and to not bee one of Zefaris's unfortunate experiments before he dies.

  However, Thariew that this was wishful thinking. It was likely that most, if not all the apprentices iower would die before that blessed day, bei subjects in some weird pn to bee immortal. Heck, he was a victim already! It was a matter of time before he ut oesting table and dissected. The only question was—when. And that came down to disposability. If there was another successful test subject or Zefaris grew bored of him, it was likely that he would be put on the chopping block. And even if he wasn't disposable, it robable he would undergo horrendous testing.

  After finishing writing, the geezer gave a wide smile that would make children cry before saying, "Now, it's time for a est."

  Tharick immediately had a bad feeling about this. It didn't sound pleasant.

  "What test?" Tharick warily asked, subsciously ing back.

  "Just a bit of sample taking aing yeive abilities." The geezer lightly said and raised a bony hand.

  "... What?" Horror fshed in Tharick's four bck eyes as his worst fears became reality.

  Zzt*

  Tharick suddenly felt an excruciating pain from one of his eight tentacles. Looking down, to his horror, one of his froacles was silently amputated. Tharick shook like a scared mouse ered by a cat, afraid to move or scream in pain. Evile turned pale, covered her mouth, and looked away while shivering.

  Tharick could only helplessly watch as the chopped-off limb, dripping purple blood and spasming like a cut samander's tail, was lifted by magid put inside a spatial tool.

  "Hm. That would suffice." Zefaris smiled with satisfa. "Noill wait to see if you regrow your limb. Abberanthins regrow limbs, so, naturally, you should too. Feel free to use your free time to study. I left some books on Transmutation on the side. Stay here until you recover, and fast until then. I want to see how your body will reaass loss without sustenance."

  Turning around, Zefaris spoke, "Girl, follow."

  "Yes, Master," Evile said, following her master in fear.

  Cck*

  "... Ouch. That fug hurt." Tharick finally spoke, shakily raising the stump of the half-amputated limp.

  It stopped bleeding, showing the superb recovery ability of his ence.

  L the stump, he drank from the rge water bowl by lifting it like a cup. After he was doharick thought about his future steps.

  "I am in a race against time. The senile old fool is unstable and will likely kill me when he sees no further use of me. For now, I 't do anything against him, so I must tio improve myself. Only with suffit strength I think of a termeasure." Tharick thought, looking at the books on the shelves. "Hopefully, I won't actally rip them while reading."

  Crawling to the bookshelves, Tharick began binging and learniheoretical knowledge and spells, hoping to add even one more card up his sleeves—tentacles, or something.