The Wizard Has A Biochip

The ordinary Rotten Mud monsters were not evolved enough to understand what was happening.

But, driven by pure instinct, the moment they sensed my aura approaching, they quickly struggled to free themselves from the mud, trying to grab me.

Like a school of starving fish, they glided across the water, trying to drag me into the depths.

Behind me, countless rotten, filthy arms burst through the surface of the water.

One after another, the ghost monsters were pulled up from the bottom of the lake, staggering before charging in my direction.

Obviously, those low-level creatures were not my target.

No matter how many low-level ghosts I attracted, none of them could pose a real threat to the dangerous Black MILF who was pursuing me with brutal bloodlust.

In this part of the forest, the only creature capable of posing even the slightest threat was Brimy.

Flying through the air, Magaly hovered twenty meters above the ground.

Magaly looked down at the murky mud and the foul, stagnant water that stretched in every direction.

— Hey, you!

— Kid! Wait.

— Stop running.

— As long as you take me to the Tower, I promise I won’t hurt you!

Without turning around, I answered loudly.

— Hahahaa!

— Don’t make me laugh, bitch.

—I know you’re going to kill me, after all, I raped your sister.

—And speaking of which.. What a deliciously tight pussy she had.

—I think I fell in love with that chocolate pussy of that lolita Crystina.

After that, I kept running, repeatedly shouting Brimy while doing so.

—You are courting death!

—Boy, don’t you dare let me catch you.

—If I catch you, you will...

—What are you going to do?

—Vaporize me?

—Bake me?

—Or maybe you’ll let me rape your Milf pussy?

—Besides, I love Milfs.

—I would love to suck on those big chocolate-colored breasts of yours.

—I would love to fill your fertile chocolate-colored uterus with my white sperm, paint the interior chocolate-colored with my white sperm.

—Uhhhh~~ that would be so tasty, just imagining my dick starting to get hard inside my pants.

Suddenly, I felt something grab my feet with monstrous strength.

— What...?!

Before I could react, my legs were violently yanked downward.

Since my armor had already overheated from continuous use, the steam springs lost their stability.

"TIZZXX!!"

"PSSSHHH!!"

The mechanism failed at the worst possible moment.

I completely lost my balance.

— Damn it!

"SPLASH!!"

I fell onto my back into the putrid swamp water.

An unbearable stench of mud, mold, and decaying organic matter flooded my nose.

The water was thick.

It felt more like living sludge than a lake.

I pushed against the ground, trying to get back up.

But something was still holding my legs.

I looked down.

Hands.

Pale, rotten hands covered in mud were reaching up from the bottom of the swamp, gripping my armor.

One...

Five...

Ten...

More and more Rotten Ghosts slowly emerged from the dark water.

Then the entire lake began to move.

The mud formed waves.

Huge bubbles burst across the surface.

At the center of the swamp, a gigantic creature slowly emerged.

First came an enormous head.

Then a jaw filled with serrated teeth.

Finally, its entire body rose from the murky water.

It was a Land Shark.

Far larger than the one I had fought before.

The countless scars covering its thick hide bore witness to innumerable battles.

Its yellow eyes glowed like lanterns in the mist.

Riding atop that monstrous beast was the mistress of this territory.

Brimy.

Her long hair was completely tangled and caked with mud.

The old dress she wore had barely retained its original shape.

Her unnaturally pale skin contrasted sharply with the long black claws gripping a simple whip made from hardened vines.

Her body was thin.

Almost skeletal.

Even so, she carried herself with unquestionable authority.

A single glance was enough to realize that this creature ruled the entire swamp.

I smiled immediately.

I raised both arms.

— Brimy!

She remained motionless.

I kept smiling.

— Ah, Brimy...

— You finally showed up!

Without a second thought, I lunged forward, as if I were reuniting with an old acquaintance.

— Come on!

— Take me away!

— From this moment on, I’m your problem!

Brimy froze completely.

She had clearly been expecting a terrified human.

Not someone running straight toward her with a smile on his face.

For a brief moment, I saw confusion in her crimson eyes.

She certainly knew who I was.

The leaders of that part of the forest had been aware of the Tower’s presence for years.

Ever since the mages had settled in that forest, the ancient rulers of the territory had lost a great deal of their freedom.

In practice, they had become the unwilling guardians of that region.

They drove away invading monsters.

They maintained the balance of the swamp.

And they had to tolerate the constant arrival of human acolytes.

Many times...

Those same acolytes captured Rotten Ghosts for research and experiments.

As much as she hated it, there was very little Brimy could do.

Confronting the Tower directly would mean the complete extermination of her species.

But today...

I had crossed every line.

Not only had I invaded her territory.

I had deliberately run straight into the heart of the swamp.

That was a direct provocation.

Brimy narrowed her eyes.

Her expression turned savage.

She slowly raised one hand.

Her long black claws shot straight toward my chest.

Her goal was simple.

Tear a piece out of me.

But...

Halfway through the motion...

She stopped.

Her entire body stiffened.

An overwhelming pressure descended upon the swamp.

Brimy slowly raised her head.

Her eyes met Magaly’s.

The woman was still floating above the dark waters, surrounded by a faint spatial distortion.

For several seconds, neither of them moved.

Brimy’s gaze changed.

She was no longer paying attention to me.

Her entire focus was fixed on the newcomer.

It was obvious that she could sense the tremendous magical power radiating from Magaly.

An intruder of that level represented both a threat and an opportunity.

Whereas I was merely a second-level acolyte.

If Brimy could defeat her, absorb her energy, or simply eliminate an invader of that caliber, her position within the swamp would become even more firmly established.

Exactly as I had predicted.

My plan was finally beginning to work.

Brimy made her decision.

Without even looking at me again, she cracked the whip hard across the Land Shark’s back.

The creature opened its enormous jaws.

A gray glow gathered in its eyes.

My smile vanished.

— Hey...

You weren’t supposed to attack me too!

The shark roared.

— ROOOOAAARRR!!

A grayish beam shot straight toward me.

I recognized that ability immediately.

— Hardening Roar...

I tried to move.

Too late.

The spell struck my chest.

The instant it hit, I felt a terrible chill spreading through my body.

My legs went numb.

Then my waist.

My arms.

Even my jaw began to stiffen.

With tremendous effort, I reached for a small potion attached to my armor.

I forced the bottle’s neck between my teeth before they locked completely.

I swallowed its contents in a single gulp.

Even so...

The petrification kept spreading.

My skin turned gray.

My muscles hardened.

I lowered my hand and held my cock over the armor, while raising my middle finger toward Magaly.

—One day I will rape you, just like I did with your sister. I will have both of you for myself.

My joints stopped responding.

A few seconds later...

I was practically a stone statue.

My body slowly sank into the murky swamp water.

Four Rotten Ghosts dived in right after me.

Their cold hands grabbed my arms and legs.

Without the slightest difficulty, they began dragging me into the depths of the swamp.

The last thing I managed to see before disappearing beneath the mud was Magaly.

She remained motionless in the air.

Her gaze was fixed on the spot where I was sinking.

Between us lay nothing but the swamp’s dark surface.

The thick mud completely concealed my body.

Even with her mastery of spatial magic, she no longer had a clear line of sight to strike me.

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POV Magaly

For a brief moment, only the circle of mud closing over itself marked the place where he had sunk.

My jaw clenched.

Bastard!

How dare a mere second-level engineer behave so outrageously in front of me?

That insolent fool...

Instead of begging for his life...

He smiled.

He provoked monsters.

And deliberately threw himself into the hands of demons just to escape from me.

My gaze grew colder.

He doesn’t even seem to possess the refinement of a noble...

He was probably born a mere commoner and later taken in by some mage.

I slowly closed my eyes.

Well... in the end, it doesn’t matter.

The outcome will be the same.

I opened my eyes again.

My attention returned to the swamp’s surface.

If I wanted to pursue him directly...

I would have to descend.

My black dress brushed against the wind.

I looked at the flawlessly clean fabric.

Then at that filthy water.

An expression of absolute disgust crossed my face.

The mere thought of diving into that putrid mire filled me with revulsion.

But that bastard had chosen this exact place.

He knew that my spatial magic required a clear point of reference to manipulate space with precision.

Hiding beneath dozens of meters of mud and murky water made any direct attack far more difficult.

More importantly...

He hadn’t fled at random.

He had run straight into this territory.

As if he had been expecting this exact outcome.

I took a slow breath.

I raised my right arm.

My palm opened toward the creature.

The space around the leader’s chest silently distorted.

The creature’s crimson eyes widened.

She lowered her head in confusion.

She could feel something.

But she didn’t understand what.

I smiled.

The next instant...

I slowly closed my fingers.

Several meters away...

The space inside the leader’s chest was torn apart.

A dark, partially rotten heart instantly appeared above my hand.

It was still beating.

Slowly.

The creature froze.

Her eyes darted between the gaping void in her chest...

And her own heart resting in my palm.

I slowly closed my hand.

"Crack..."

The heart burst between my fingers.

— Hand over that acolyte.

— Or I will reduce this entire swamp to nothing.

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