The Wizard Has A Biochip

POV Magaly

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The scent of burnt wood, blood, and magic lingered in the air like a pleasant fragrance. My blue eyes swept across every shattered tree, every fallen body, every mark left behind by the battle.

The cool breeze made my long white hair dance behind me, while a cruel smile rested naturally upon my dark lips.

Rafa, the Level 3 acolyte who had been sent by the enemy tower, was still trembling in my hand.

His fingers desperately clutched my arm, trying to tear my hand away from his neck.

His aura of light flickered unstably, alternating between brilliant bursts and shadows that foretold his end.

Pathetic.

I slowly tightened my fingers.

I felt his throat cave beneath my strength.

"Crak~~"

The first crack ran through his spine.

His face turned purple as his eyes widened.

"Cra~~"

Another crack.

His vertebrae began to give way.

He still tried to gather mana for one last spell.

I didn’t even allow it.

"CraK~~"

His neck finally snapped.

The light that filled his eyes shone one last time before vanishing forever.

I released the body as if discarding a broken object.

It fell heavily among the leaves and dirt, producing a dull thud that was followed by absolute silence.

Only for an instant.

I raised my chin.

Before me, the army I commanded spread through the forest like a starving swarm.

I smiled.

— Take whatever you want...

— And kill as many as you can!

The order was met with shouts of excitement.

Satisfied, I sat down upon a large rock like a sovereign.

I crossed my long legs, completely relaxing.

Defeating a Level 3 acolyte was satisfying.

I partially closed my eyes.

Then...

"Buzz~~"

A surge of energy tore through the air.

I didn’t even have time to react.

The lightning struck my body.

Electricity raced through my nerves, spreading across my muscles.

I frowned.

Because I recognized that energy.

My breathing stopped for an instant.

— Crystina, my little sister..

Before I could pinpoint her location, a magical connection invaded my mind.

The transmission was unstable.

Interrupted by static.

Emotions intertwined.

Fear.

Despair.

Shame.

Orgasmic pleasure.

Even so, I was able to understand the words.

— Help!

— Magaly!

— I’m being raped by a pervert!

My heart, accustomed to absolute coldness, was consumed by violent emotions of endless fury.

Only that voice remained.

Whoever was doing that...

Had just turned their own death into a certainty...

A slow and agonizing death.

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Pov George Gill - Mc

After exploding repeatedly inside Crystina’s anus and chocolate-colored pussy, I pulled away.

My white semen was so deep within her sweet, chocolate-colored womb that she would certainly need to take several potions if she wanted to rid her body of my genetic material.

I took a deep breath; my mind felt clear—after all, every man becomes completely lucid after a powerful orgasm—so I gathered myself and returned to the armor.

*Vroom...*

The engine roared and vibrated as I sped away from the scene.

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POV Magaly

I descended from the sky like a silent shadow.

My feet touched the ground without making a sound.

Then I sensed it.

There was a heavy odor in the air.

It wasn’t just blood.

It was a smell that awakened a deep instinct of revulsion.

My stomach tightened.

I raised my gaze and scanned the forest until I found an opening hidden between massive boulders and the twisted roots of a tree.

A cave.

Without wasting a single second, I glided through the air toward the entrance.

The moment I crossed the passage, I found my little sister.

Crystina was lying on the ground.

Her wrists and ankles were bound with coarse ropes, her clothes were in disarray, and there was semen everywhere.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

Her face was covered in dirt, and her eyes revealed a mixture of shock, humiliation, anger, and pleasure.

I hurried over and knelt beside her.

With all the care I could muster, I brushed a few strands of hair away from her face and placed my hand on her forehead.

— What happened?

My voice came out low.

But every word carried a fury I could barely contain.

Crystina breathed with difficulty before answering.

Her throat seemed dry.

Every word required effort.

— He... caught me off guard...

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gather her strength.

— An acolyte... Level Two...

— Black eyes... dark hair...

— He’s an engineer... he uses mechanical armor...

— His smile...

Her voice nearly faded away.

— It was the smile of a villain hungry for wild sex with strange women..

I felt my jaw tighten.

I clenched my fists so hard that my nails pierced my skin.

My mana began leaking out involuntarily, causing tiny sparks to appear around me.

— Which way did he go?

Crystina slowly raised her hand.

Even trembling, she managed to point beyond the forest.

I etched that direction into my memory.

Without another word, I pulled several potions from my belt.

I carefully placed each one into her hands.

— Drink them all.

I held her shoulder for a moment.

— They’ll restore part of your strength.

I quickly examined her injuries.

My relief was slight, but real.

— You’re lucky the pervert who attacked you had no intention of killing you.

— Rest. You need to conserve your strength.

She nodded silently, clutching the potions as if they were her only anchor.

I slowly rose to my feet.

All tenderness vanished from my face.

Only a cold expression remained.

My eyes turned toward the direction she had indicated.

You won’t be able to escape from me!

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Pov George Gill - Mc

I slowed my run.

"Tizzxxx~~~"

"Vroomm~~~"

"Tizzxxx~~~"

The springs’ thrust diminished.

The pistons slowed down.

The valves released the excess pressure.

"Psssshhh..."

Now my footsteps had become heavy once again.

"Clank..."

"Clank..."

"Clank..."

The steel boots sank slightly into the damp forest soil.

I took a few deep breaths.

I stopped beside the enormous root of a tree.

At last, I could inspect what I had managed to obtain.

I crouched down.

I opened my leather bag and began taking the items out one by one.

The first things that appeared in my hands were three small glass vials.

Healing potions.

The light filtering through the leaves made the deep green liquid shimmer like a small liquid emerald.

I gently shook one of the vials.

The liquid was thick.

A high-quality medicinal potion.

I carefully stored them in a padded compartment inside my bag.

Right after that, I pulled out another bottle.

The moment my fingers touched the glass, I felt a faint warmth pass through my glove.

The Fire Potion.

The red liquid seemed alive.

Tiny sparks danced inside the vial, as if a flame had been trapped within it for years.

It was unstable.

Powerful.

Perfect for desperate situations.

I placed it apart from the others to avoid accidents.

Then I took out two smaller potions.

Food potions.

Their contents were yellowish and highly viscous.

They weren’t valuable in combat.

But for someone who spent days exploring forests or ruins, they were absolutely essential.

They saved food supplies and allowed one to keep traveling for much longer.

I placed them beside the others.

Then I reached into the bag once more.

My fingers found something cold.

Heavy.

I slowly pulled out a small necklace.

The moment the pendant was exposed to the light, I felt a chill run down my spine.

The black metal seemed to absorb the surrounding light.

Extremely tiny runes were engraved across its surface.

It was a signature.

An identification.

A symbol used by dark mages.

Or perhaps something far worse.

Even so...

It would certainly be valuable to the Tower.

I carefully stored it in another pocket.

Finally, I poured all the magic crystals I had collected into the palm of my hand.

I began to count.

One...

Two...

Three...

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Thirty...

Thirty-one...

Thirty-two.

Thirty-two magic crystals.

Not bad.

I put them away once more.

I slowly stood up.

I smiled in satisfaction.

A large part of the objective of that mission had been accomplished.

Now all that remained was to return to Arcangrove Tower.

Present the necklace as evidence.

And report that the acolyte’s earlier disappearance had not been a simple accident.

The region was being infiltrated by dark acolytes.

That turned an investigative mission into a political problem for the Tower.

I sighed.

It was then...

An icy chill ran down my spine.

Every hair on my body stood on end at once.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Before I could even look around.

["Extreme danger detected."]

The biochip’s mechanical voice echoed directly inside my mind.

At that very instant, another warning appeared across my retina.

["Probability of death: 98.73%."]

["Evade immediately!"]

["Roll to the left!"]

My body reacted before my mind could even think.

I pushed off the ground with all the strength in my legs.

I rolled violently to the side.

My armor scraped across the damp earth.

"CLANG!!"

In the very next instant...

"Crashhh!!"

The very space where I had been standing simply cracked apart.

There was no explosion.

There was no fire.

Space itself split apart like a shattered mirror.

Black fragments appeared for a brief instant before vanishing, completely swallowing a huge portion of the ground.

The grass.

The rocks.

The roots.

Everything ceased to exist.

A cold sweat ran down my back.

If I had hesitated for even a tenth of a second...

I would have been erased along with that piece of the forest.

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