I am Ulluvys the wizard, a rogue apprentice who was cast out of school and denied the chance to grow my magical prowess. I may be a wizard dropout, yet I still yearn to reach my academic ambitions. Obtaining study materials for magic is a challenge, as they are scarce and in some areas even outlawed. Thus, I must venture forth to acquire any magical materials I need to become a great and powerful wizard. This approach to gaining magical knowledge can appear to be inefficient, yet it has yielded results that exceed my expectations.

I had finally arrived at my destination - the 50-year-old tomb of a powerful sorceress. Tombs of sorcerers are rarely robbed due to the lack of treasure and the high magical aura emanating from the remains of the sorcerer. This tomb was still relatively young, which meant that whatever magical items lay within would still be relatively fresh. Nestled beneath a small hill, I made my way to the tomb during the nighttime, mindful of the potential of being noticed by the villagers nearby. I dug a hole in the top of the tomb, revealing a stone desk which served as the lid to the tomb. I descended on a rope I had purchased weeks before, and found myself in a chamber with a stone sarcophagus in the middle, surrounded by four stone pillars. With the room empty aside from a few crystal lenses and some runes carved into the walls, I opted to go straight for the treasures that lay hidden within the sarcophagus. The lid of the sarcophagus was light and thin compared to other tombs I had once robbed. As I opened the lid, I could not withhold a triumphant "Yes!" as I saw the jewelry draped around the skeleton. A heavy necklace with a large, blue gemstone in the center draped around the shoulders. The skeleton also had a loincloth of small golden chains adorning its hips, but my attention was drawn to the skull, where a large, purple gemstone was embedded in its forehead.

I yanked the entire skull from its resting place, attempting to pry the gemstone from within. After a minute of tugging and twisting, I realized the most efficient way to acquire the gemstone was to simply smash the skull into a million pieces. I didn't care that I had desecrated the tomb of a sorcerer; I never had any respect for them in the first place. Born with the gift of magic, without having to do anything to earn it, it was so easy for them. Especially this one whose parents were a half-dragon sorcerer and a half-demon sorcerer. She had been blessed with the appearance of a human and the powers of both dragons and demons. What a spoiled brat. I was glad she died young. After shattering the skull with a single strike, I reached for the gem. But then I thought, why not grab the bone shards too? Sorcerers have so much magical energy coursing through their bodies that the shards would be more powerful than any of my potions and staff. So I scooped them up and pocketed them too.

It wasn't until then that I realized what the lenses were for. As time passed, the moonlight shone through the lenses, creating a thin purple beam that hit the gem in the necklace. The skeleton began to rattle and make noises until the noise of the laser overpowered it. A thin layer of skin began to grow on the bones, tightly wrapped around the skeleton like a starved person without a belly full of air. The ghoulish, skinny body started to move, one hand after the other, pulling itself out of the sarcophagus. As it slowly twitched, the flesh beneath the skin started to fill out, slowly returning the body to its healthy form. The gem, still glowing from the beam, was no longer in contact with it, but still filled with energy to animate the body. Its movements stopped being twitchy and irregular, and began to be slow, deliberate, and gentle. It slowly progressed closer and closer to its fully healthy form. I was scared, but also aroused by the figure. I watched as her breasts and bottom filled out, growing bigger and bigger without end. But eventually, they reached their limit, her breasts ranging from D to E cup, and her bottom the size of three of her waists. She folded her breasts in and then began to feel around the rest of her body. She reached up to her shoulders to check if her head was still attached. When she realized it was gone, she started to panic, frantically feeling around her neck and body to try and find it. She stumbled around the room, waving her hands in front of her and shaking her hips from side to side. I watched what was left of her skull, still a pile of bone shards. I stood there and watched her half-naked body wander around blindly until she reached one of the pillars. She stopped, and started to explore it with her hands. It seemed like she was trying to orient herself and figure out where her head could be, but it was a difficult task to do without a brain and a small amount of magical energy controlling her body.

She suddenly stopped her aimless wandering when I dropped a piece of wood from my tool belt onto the floor. The loud sound caught her attention and she immediately turned to face me, slowly walking towards me. She was quite slow until I started to back away, which made her speed up and start creating fire in both of her hands. I shouted at her to stop, pointing my wand at her. “I don’t know if you understand me, but I have weapons here, and I’m not giving you anything for free!” She extinguished the fire in her hands and stood in a seductive manner, then pointing to her neck, then to me, and then to her groin. I immediately got the message: she wanted me to get her head back for her, in exchange for something else.