The Wizard Has A Biochip

She clenched her fists and began to scream in a strange language.

She clenched her fists and began screaming in a strange language.

The words sounded like the scraping of thousands of insects.

The next instant, her entire body exploded into countless black particles, resembling living spores.

—Shit!

The particles passed through the tiny gaps in my armor’s joints as if the metal simply didn’t exist.

A chill ran down my spine.

My chest tightened.

My breathing faltered.

My entire body doubled over.

—Urgh...!

I dropped to one knee as an unbearable pain shot through my nerves.

My left arm began trembling involuntarily.

My vision blurred.

That was when the Biochip unleashed a frantic sequence of alerts.

[ALERT!]

[BEEEEEP!]

[Biological intrusion detected.]

[Parasitic magical particles have penetrated the organism.]

Red lines began appearing before my eyes.

[Comparing symptoms with biological database.]

[Analysis complete.]

[The observed cellular patterns exhibit partial similarities to multiple sexually transmitted human diseases.]

[Similarity to HIV - AIDS: 99%.]

[Evolving parasite.]

My breathing grew heavy.

My head throbbed.

[The infection is spreading rapidly.]

[Immune system incapable of eliminating the agent without intervention.]

[Immediate recommendation: Administer Antiviral Potion.]

Without hesitating, I tore a small bottle from the compartment attached to my armor.

I yanked out the cork with my teeth.

I swallowed the entire glowing liquid in one gulp.

It tasted awful.

Like liquid metal mixed with extremely bitter herbs.

For a few seconds, nothing happened.

Then I felt an intense warmth spread throughout my body.

My breathing steadied.

[BEEP.]

[Infectious load reduced.]

[Infection remains latent.]

[Complete purification required at a magical market or laboratory.]

I slowly let out a breath.

—Damn...

I ran a hand across my face.

I had completely let my guard down.

That damned fairy had used the last instant of her life to cast a suicidal curse.

Then I looked at my two golems.

— Return.

First came the Stone Knight.

Its entire body cracked with hundreds of glowing lines before slowly collapsing, transforming into countless particles that converged into a small Spiritual Core.

Then it was the Mud Shark’s turn.

I carefully stored both of them.

Without looking back, I began walking toward Monolith City.

I endured the pain the entire way.

Entering through the main gates would have been foolish.

I waited until night had completely fallen before circling the entire wall and using a small service passage at the back of the city.

The shadows concealed my presence perfectly.

Not a single guard noticed when I crossed into the city.

I headed straight for the inn where I had rented a room.

I quietly climbed the stairs.

I opened the door.

My organized belongings were still exactly where I had left them.

Without wasting any time, I slung them over my back.

I didn’t even consider retrieving my two horses.

They were probably already being watched or marked by someone connected to the city lord.

They weren’t worth the risk.

I left by the same discreet route.

Once outside the city walls, I found a small makeshift stable belonging to travelers.

I chose a seemingly healthy brown horse.

I quickly patted its neck.

— Today, you’ll be my companion.

I untied the animal and disappeared into the darkness before anyone noticed.

As for the city lord’s summons...

I ignored it completely.

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The days passed quickly.

I traveled almost the entire day, resting only when my body threatened to collapse.

About twelve days later...

My horse trotted slowly along a dirt road toward Lustril Province.

Two large chests were strapped to its sides.

I remained mounted, wearing a long white robe that almost completely concealed my appearance.

The poor animal was breathing heavily.

Even so, it kept moving forward.

I closed my eyes.

— Biochip.

— Show me my current status.

[Bip!]

[STATUS]

[Name: George Gil]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 16]

[Race: Human]

[Level: Acolyte II]

[ATTRIBUTES]

[Strength: 3.0 (1)]

[Agility: 3.0 (1)]

[Vitality: 3.0 (1)]

[Mana: 4.2]

[Host remains weakened due to the sexually transmitted disease.]

I silently observed the numbers.

The disease was partially under control.

But only partially.

My body was still being slowly drained.

The fever came and went.

The wounds stubbornly refused to heal completely.

On the other hand...

My mana had increased a little.

I smiled bitterly.

At least the meditation is still working...

I ran a hand across my face.

Or rather...

The face of that identity.

Thanks to the Physiognomic Transformation spell, no one would recognize George Gil.

Now I appeared to be an extremely tall man.

Muscular.

Covered in countless scars.

My face was hard, intimidating, worthy of a wanted criminal.

My black hair fell to my shoulders.

My red eyes completed that terrifying appearance.

Not even I would recognize myself in a mirror.

— Biochip.

— Open the continental map.

Instantly, a massive blue projection appeared across my vision.

The entire continent was displayed, divided into countless regions, roads, mountains, forests, and magical territories.

A small glowing point blinked dozens of kilometers ahead of me.

I mentally zoomed in on the image.

According to your calculations...

There is a Mage market relatively nearby.

My expression finally relaxed.

It was exactly what I needed.

There would certainly be alchemists there, or someone specializing in sexually transmitted diseases.

I continued riding while studying the map.

After so many days...

No one was chasing me anymore.

They had almost certainly sent only that fairy to deal with me.

With the war involving Arcangrove Tower, they would hardly waste resources hunting a mere Level II Acolyte.

That was excellent.

By late afternoon, I left the main road.

I followed a narrow trail, almost hidden, until I reached a clearing surrounded by trees.

I carefully surveyed the surroundings.

Silence.

Few tracks.

Good visibility.

It was an acceptable location.

I dismounted.

I took out my tent, some tools, and a few metal stakes.

Within a few minutes, the camp was set up.

Mages usually kept their activities far away from human cities.

The side effects of spells.

All of it usually ended very badly whenever ordinary people were nearby.

I picked up a small glass vial.

I removed its stopper.

Slowly, I poured a green liquid all around the tent.

Its smell was strong.

Insects.

Snakes.

Wild animals.

All of them would avoid crossing that barrier.

Then I placed an iron pot over the campfire.

I poured in water.

Soon, small bubbles began to appear.

I quickly headed into the trees.

Using the Biochip, I had already identified several edible mushrooms and aromatic herbs.

I also gathered some medicinal leaves.

I returned.

Everything went into the pot.

Then I added a few spices.

Finally...

Strips of dried meat.

Not long afterward, a delicious aroma filled the clearing.

I picked up a bowl.

Filled it to the brim.

Blew on it lightly.

Then I took the first sip.

I closed my eyes.

— Ah...

I smiled.

How wonderful it was to eat something hot again.

I was already getting sick of nutritional potions.

They kept the body alive.

But they couldn’t compare to the taste of real food.

Nothing could replace a bowl of hot soup prepared on the spot.

I continued eating calmly.

Around me, wildflowers swayed in the breeze.

An unfamiliar bird sang among the trees.

Its song sounded very much like a canary’s.

If it weren’t for that disease...

This place would have been practically perfect.

I finished the entire bowl of soup.

I set the bowl aside.

As I adjusted my clothes, my once vigorous skin was exposed, revealing numerous wounds.

My skin had become a grotesque spectacle.

Several open sores were still oozing small amounts of pus.

Some areas were beginning to be covered with thin green hairs, creating a deeply disturbing appearance.

Even I didn’t like looking at it.

The magical AIDS of this world was truly horrifying.

That was when...

— Kill them, or we’re finished!

My head turned immediately.

The Biochip highlighted several red dots among the trees.

Footsteps.

Many footsteps.

I frowned.

The bushes burst apart.

A huge man came running out.

Despite being wounded, he still possessed the physique of a Knight.

Beside him ran a young woman wearing noble clothes that had been completely torn apart during their escape.

When the giant saw me sitting in front of the campfire, his face froze.

He clearly hadn’t expected to find someone camping in such a place.

He forced a weary smile.

— Are you with them too?

Before I could answer...

— There!

— Don’t let them escape!

More than a dozen men burst through the vegetation.

Leather armor.

Swords.

Shields.

Leading them was a man wearing a fine coat of mail.

I quickly observed each of them.

They’re not mercenaries.

They’re private guards.

That complicated the situation considerably.

The leader finally stopped at the edge of the clearing.

His gaze fell on me.

— Who are you?

I continued drinking my soup as though nothing was happening.

— Me?

I raised the bowl.

— I’m a blind man...

I took another sip.

— Deaf...

Another one.

— And mute.

I shrugged.

— Today, I didn’t see absolutely anything.

My calmness made the leader hesitate.

He glanced at me several times before turning his attention back to the fugitives.

The young woman immediately seized the opportunity.

Her beautiful green eyes looked at me, filled with hope.

— Please!

She took a step forward.

— Save us!

She took a deep breath.

— We are descendants of Baron Klel!

— If you help us, our family will never forget your kindness!

I looked at her face.

Beautiful.

Very beautiful.

But also intelligent.

She was trying to draw me in emotionally.

The leader answered immediately.

— Miss Kleia.

His voice remained steady.

— The Baron only wishes for your return.

— Do not resist.

She practically spat with hatred.

— Liar!

She pointed at him.

— That worm poisoned my father to seize our lands!

As she spoke...

She discreetly kept glancing at me.

She wanted me to hear everything.

She wanted to turn that conflict into my problem.

I smiled inwardly.

Clever.

But not with me.

The leader replied immediately.

— Baron Lurd would never do such a thing.

— The succession will be decided by the nobles.

— I have proof!

she shouted.

— I’m carrying it with me!

The leader lost his patience.

— Enough.

— Take her.

The soldiers advanced.

The giant roared and stepped in front of her.

Even though he was gravely wounded...

He still killed five men before finally falling beneath countless blows.

His body was pierced again and again.

When he died...

The soldiers still cut off his head and crushed his skull.

The young woman began screaming in despair as she was restrained and tied up.

Throughout all of this...

I remained seated in front of the campfire.

Calmly finishing my soup.

Finally, the leader turned his eyes toward me.

Even though he maintained a firm posture, I noticed a slight shiver run through his body when our gazes met.

He clearly didn’t like the feeling I gave him.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke.

— It seems we’ve disturbed your rest.

He gave a slight bow.

— Let’s go.

Then he turned his back, ordering his men to leave the clearing.

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