The Wizard Has A Biochip

Some time later...

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The first thing I felt was the cold stone floor against my cheek.

I slowly opened my eyes as a dull ache throbbed in my head, as if someone had struck my skull with a hammer.

"Urgh..."

I rested one hand on the ground and remained motionless for a few seconds, trying to piece my memories together.

Then, it all came back.

The Giant Shark King...

The battle...

The spirit core...

And, finally...

Ruby.

I let out a long sigh as I massaged my temple.

Ruby really is a wild woman...

Damn!

It’s a good thing she didn’t have malicious intent.

Otherwise, I’d certainly be dead.

The memory of that pussy completely filled with my cum still sent shivers down my spine.

While trying to push those thoughts away, I noticed another detail.

My clothes still carried the strong smell of the swamp... mixed with a sweet and slightly metallic fragrance that had become embedded in the fabric.

Then my eyes widened.

Damn it!!

The cores!

My hand immediately plunged inside my robe.

My fingers touched two rigid surfaces.

One...

Two.

I took a deep breath.

They’re still here...

The tension simply disappeared.

I smiled for the first time since waking up.

The Giant Shark King’s core.

With it...

I could build another golem.

And not just any golem.

A much more powerful one.

I quickly stood up.

Before changing clothes or taking a bath, I took a small potion from the pouch attached to my waist.

I removed the cork.

I drank it all at once.

A pleasant warmth immediately spread through my chest.

Soon, it traveled through my arms, legs, and head.

The accumulated exhaustion disappeared like snow beneath the sun.

Even my headache diminished drastically.

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Some time later...

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The alchemy laboratory remained silent.

A small core rested on the workbench.

I carefully held the refined core between my fingers.

Unlike the first core used for the Mud Golem, this one had been completely restructured.

The internal magical formations had been modified.

Now it possessed a second set of synchronization runes.

If necessary...

It could temporarily merge with my Mud Golem.

One would reinforce the other.

The resulting creature would possess much greater mobility.

A Shark Knight Golem...

Not bad.

I carefully stored the core away.

I left the laboratory.

I had barely taken my first step into the corridor...

...when I was almost run over by a crowd.

Hundreds of acolytes were rushing through the corridors.

This was completely abnormal.

I had never seen the Tower so busy.

Today...

It looked like an anthill.

I raised one hand.

—Hey!

An acquaintance ran past.

Zut.

A second-level acolyte I only knew by sight.

—What’s happening? Where is everyone going?

He slowed down only enough to answer.

—You don’t know?

He looked at me as if I were crazy.

—You didn’t check your document?

I shook my head.

—The Tower administration has summoned all second-level acolytes and above to a meeting in the auditorium!

—Don’t be late!

After finishing his words, he started running again.

I remained standing there for a moment.

A meeting...

Directly summoned by the administration?

That was extremely rare.

I immediately took out my identification document.

Small red lights were blinking continuously.

I frowned.

Only then did I remember.

During the refinement of the core...

I had temporarily disabled its communication function to avoid distractions.

I reactivated it.

At the same instant, a deep voice echoed from the artifact.

—All acolytes who hear this message...

—Only those who hear it...

—Must immediately head to the auditorium.

—Anyone who does not arrive within fifteen minutes will have their acolyte status revoked.

My entire body stiffened.

—This is serious...

I immediately stored the document away.

Then I began running together with the crowd.

When I finally reached the auditorium...

I noticed that the place looked quite similar to a theater from Earth.

The rows of seats descended toward the center.

However...

Instead of an ordinary stage, there was an elevated platform.

It did not matter where someone sat.

Everyone had to look upward to face whoever was speaking.

A simple symbol...

But one filled with meaning.

In the Tower...

Mages always remained above the acolytes.

The room accommodated a little over two hundred people.

Far fewer than the Tower’s total population.

The groups were clearly separated.

Alchemists.

Engineers.

Blacksmiths.

Specialists in magical creatures.

Among others.

Each profession remained together with their own.

Another group gathered near Gael, who had apparently assumed a leadership position among Lucius’s apprentices after surviving Ruby’s massacre.

The remaining ones stayed alone.

Lone wolves.

While looking for a place to sit, I recognized several faces.

Toral.

Lina.

Myla...

Now holding a child in her arms.

Beside her was Mork, his arms crossed like a wall.

It was then that a figure immediately caught my attention.

Red dress.

Dark hair.

Elegant posture.

Ruby.

She was completely alone.

And...

She was waving directly at me.

At that exact moment, I felt dozens of gazes falling onto my back.

I sighed.

She really knows how to attract attention...

With no other choice, I walked toward her.

I sat beside her.

Ruby slightly tilted her face.

Her smile was small.

Confident.

Almost amused.

She brought her lips close to my ear and whispered.

—Remember...

—You are part of my circle now.

—Next time, don’t make me wait.

Her tone was calm.

But there was a natural authority behind every word.

Before I could respond, she returned to sitting normally.

Around us...

The envious looks directed at me became even more intense.

Ruby did not seem the slightest bit concerned about the tension hanging over the auditorium.

On the contrary.

Sitting elegantly in her chair, she crossed her legs naturally and began slowly sweeping her eyes across the hall.

The green one looked calm.

The red one... intimidating.

Whenever her gaze met a male acolyte, the result was practically the same.

The more confident ones maintained eye contact for only one or two seconds.

Then...

They trembled.

Looked away.

Lowered their heads slightly.

Some pretended to be talking.

Others simply stared at the floor.

It was as if a beast were analyzing each of them, deciding which one it could devour first.

It was not even a magical ability.

It was pure presence.

At that exact moment...

I felt another gaze land on me.

Different from the others.

This one was heavy and cold.

My entire body reacted before my mind even understood.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

I slowly raised my head.

Then I met those eyes.

Or rather...

The two yellow lights shining beneath a black hood.

Kalikol.

The only survivor from the confrontation against the dark acolytes.

No words were spoken.

Even so, I felt an invisible spiritual pressure slowly compressing my chest.

My breathing became more difficult.

The difference between a second-level acolyte and a third-level one was overwhelming.

However, I remembered something.

Heitor.

Rafa.

Both were dead.

I smiled inwardly.

"You probably haven’t even fully recovered yet."

"Hidden beneath that hood... you’re probably trying to conceal your ruined face."

"If you were truly whole... you wouldn’t be hiding."

I breathed slowly.

My confidence returned.

And I returned his gaze.

The two yellow lights beneath the hood flickered.

They became even colder.

I did not even need to smile.

I knew he could see the mockery hidden behind my seemingly serious expression.

Suddenly...

A terrifying amount of mana condensed around Kalikol.

The air became heavy.

The people nearby began discreetly looking in his direction.

The two yellow lights beneath the hood trembled intensely.

Then...

My vision was completely covered by long black hair.

Ruby had stood up.

Without saying absolutely anything to me.

She simply took one step forward.

Her slender body stood exactly between Kalikol and me.

She slightly raised her chin.

Her red gaze met those yellow eyes directly.

For several seconds...

The two simply stared at each other.

Ruby slowly moved her lips.

—This human male is mine.

She opened a small smile.

Predatory.

—If you dare touch him...

Her red eye seemed to shine even brighter.

—I will kill you... and eat your heart.

I watched Kalikol carefully.

His killing intent increased for a brief moment.

Even from a distance, I noticed small ripples of mana moving through his body.

Analyzing the situation calmly...

Ruby had just reached level three.

Under normal circumstances...

She probably would not be a match for Kalikol.

That man’s techniques were extremely dangerous.

However...

He was not in normal conditions.

He still carried the consequences of the previous battle with some powerful dark acolyte.

Forcing a fight now would mean consuming precious resources before he had even fully recovered.

A few seconds later...

The mana around him began to fade.

The yellow lights disappeared slowly beneath the hood.

He looked away.

Without saying a single word.

He completely suppressed his anger.

Ruby waited a few seconds.

Then returned to sitting beside me.

Without looking at me, she commented in an amused tone.

—You really are a troublemaker.

—How dare you provoke Kalikol?

Her tone pretended to be a reprimand.

But there was clear amusement hidden within it.

I smiled helplessly.

—Well, I really didn’t get into this situation because I wanted to, okay?

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