The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 13: A one-sided massacre, broken jaws, twisted arms followed by voices begging for mercy.
Charles flexed the muscles in his legs.
The biochip highlighted the sudden contraction of the fibers in his thighs.
Imminent burst.
He charged like an uncontrolled bull.
Sand flying backward.
Heavy strides.
— I’ll break you!
His fist came straight for my face.
Fast to ordinary eyes.
Slow to me.
The impact vector appeared in red before my vision.
Predictable angle.
Estimated force: high.
I smiled.
I tilted my neck slightly.
Shifted my weight to my left foot.
My face moved out of the trajectory by centimeters.
The fist sliced through the air.
And then—
"Bang!!"
Charles’s punch met the tree behind me.
The trunk trembled violently.
"Crak~~"
Cracks spread like webs.
The wood gave in.
"Boom~~"
The tree toppled to the side, raising a cloud of dust and leaves.
Charles’s eyes widened.
He had truly believed that blow would land.
— Very strong... — I said, brushing a bit of dust off my shoulder.
I tilted my head.
— But so slow I think I could take a nap and wait.
His pupil contracted.
Anger rising like fire.
I did not wait.
I shifted my body weight.
Contracted my abdomen.
Rotated my hips.
Flexed my right arm.
The biochip adjusted micro-angles.
Optimized the trajectory.
Accelerated the analysis.
To Charles, it was only a blur.
To me, it was pure precision.
"Pow~~"
My fist sank into his mouth.
I felt the impact through my knuckles.
Resistance.
Then rupture.
"Crack~~"
Teeth breaking.
Charles spat blood and white fragments into the air.
He stumbled backward, nearly falling.
His breathing grew heavy.
He ran his tongue over the empty spaces in his gums.
Tasted the metallic flavor.
He smiled.
A crooked smile, stained red.
He spat two teeth into the sand.
And finally understood.
I was no longer the weak boy he had beaten months ago.
I remained still.
Calm.
Breathing controlled.
Combat mode still active.
["Multiple hostile sources detected."]
Charles jerked his head toward the others.
— What are you waiting for, idiots?!
He wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand.
— He’s just one! We’re five! Move together and attack!
The four hesitated for a second.
But the pressure from their leader was greater.
They clenched their teeth.
And began to spread out around me.
The circle closed in.
Five against one.
The biochip glowed in my vision.
Red lines highlighted joints.
Yellow points marked flaws in posture.
Micro muscle tensions.
Imbalance on their heels.
Irregular breathing.
["Probability of victory: 97.4%"]
I almost laughed.
The first came from the left.
Arms too wide.
Guard too high, abdomen exposed.
The chip marked the lower rib with a pulsing point.
I stepped forward half a pace.
Rotated my hips.
My elbow sank into the side of his torso.
"Bang~~"
I felt the vibration.
Heard the snap.
"Crack."
He lost his breath instantly.
His body folded like crumpled paper.
Before he fell, I grabbed his shoulder and finished with a downward strike to his nose.
"Tok."
Blood burst out.
He collapsed limply onto the island soil.
Unconscious.
["Attack incoming from behind!"]
The second tried to grab me from behind.
Childish mistake.
I tilted my body.
Caught his wrist.
Twisted.
Used his own momentum against him.
I heard his shoulder pop out of place.
"Clack."
"Haaaa!"
His scream tore through the air.
I kicked the back of his knee.
"Pow~~"
He fell.
I stepped on his hand.
Pressed until I heard the bones in his fingers give way.
The third hesitated.
Fear stamped across his face.
— I’m being forced to do this, Eduard. They threatened to violate my sister.
Attributes below 1.
Pathetic.
After trying to justify himself to me, he threw a disorganized punch.
I dodged with minimal movement.
Gripped his jaw with my left hand.
And with my right, a short cross.
"Pow."
Teeth flew.
He spun on his own axis and fell sideways.
Two remained.
Charles... and another who clearly already regretted being here.
The fourth rushed forward with a desperate scream.
— HÁAAAAAAAAAA!!
["Target’s ankle is fragile."]
I brought my heel down with precision.
"Crack."
He fell howling.
I finished him with a straight punch to the temple.
Silence.
Now only Charles remained.
— You... you’re not Eduard. Who are you? — he breathed heavily.
Blood already streamed from his mutilated mouth.
I smiled like a demon listening, and replied.
— That doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that I’m going to strike your face so many times that even Lucy won’t be able to recognize it.
Eduard sighed, but still advanced.
Blind rage.
["Frontal punches incoming!"]
He threw a brutal sequence of punches.
Strength he had.
Technique... none.
I dodged the first and the second.
On the third, I slipped inside his guard.
My fist sank into his stomach.
"Pow~~"
He vomited air.
I grabbed his head by the hair.
Looked into his eyes.
— Remember when you beat me?
He tried to answer, but couldn’t.
I let go.
And began.
"Pow~~"
"Pow~~"
"Pow~~"
"Pow~~"
One punch.
Another.
Another.
The biochip marked fractures forming.
["Nasal fracture confirmed."]
["Upper teeth: critical structural loss."]
["Jaw: microfissures detected."]
My fist rose and fell in rhythm.
"Pow."
"Crack."
"Tok."
His face began to swell grotesquely.
Crooked nose.
Cheeks torn apart.
Teeth scattered across the dirt.
He fell to his knees.
Tried to raise his hands.
— s... s... stop...
His voice was a wet hiss.
— Mercy...
Mercy.
The word echoed hollow.
Months ago, he had shown none.
I grabbed his chin.
And delivered another straight punch.
"Pow~~"
I felt something give completely.
His face lost its shape.
Sunken.
Deformed.
Toothless.
I let go.
He collapsed to the side, losing consciousness, unrecognizable.
The biochip updated.
["Threats neutralized."]
Absolute silence around me.
I took a deep breath.
Flexed my fingers, feeling the faint pain in my knuckles.
I looked at the five bodies scattered across the sand.
So easy.
Ridiculously easy.
— Deactivate combat mode.
["Assisted Combat Mode shutting down in 3"]
["...2"]
["...1"]
["Combat Mode terminated"]
The invisible field vanished.
I breathed out, feeling more masculine — after all, today I had probably impregnated a mermaid and avenged the former Eduard.
My heart was still racing from the adrenaline.
— This is what it means to be a man.
— To have sex and then fight and spill blood.
I whispered before looking around, searching for loot.
I knelt beside Charles.
His face was unrecognizable.
He breathed with difficulty, producing wet, irregular sounds.
I looked around.
No one nearby.
Only the distant sound of the sea and the wind passing through the leaves.
I began to search him.
Quick movements.
Practical.
No hesitation.
Beneath his bloodstained shirt, I felt something rigid strapped against his torso.
I pulled it free.
It was a small pouch, about the size of my palm.
The threads composing it were interwoven with gold and silver.
Fine craftsmanship.
Rich.
At the center was the symbol of an eagle over a shield, surrounded by ornaments of plants carved in metal.
A familiar crest.
I ran my thumb across the surface.
Cold.
Heavy.
Valuable.
I opened it.
My heart quickened.
Inside... dozens of bluish crystals.
They glowed softly, even under the sunlight.
It was not a normal reflection.
It was something internal.
Condensed energy.
Magic crystals.
My memory confirmed it immediately.
Currency of mages.
The key to academies.
Solidified power in mineral form.
Viscount Saly had tried for years to obtain even one.
He failed.
And Charles carried dozens... as if they were mere stones.
["Beep"]
["Unknown energy source discovered!"]
My eyes gleamed.
— So? Can it be used? — I murmured mentally.
["Searching database... insufficient information."]
["Method of use not found."]
My excitement diminished slightly.
["Alert!"]
["Energy source emitting unknown radiation."]
["Recommendation: reinforce bodily defenses before prolonged contact."]
Unknown radiation.
Interesting.
I closed the pouch slowly.
I could take them all.
No one here had the strength to stop me.
But...
I still did not fully understand the rules of the mages.
If Charles appeared completely without crystals, investigations might arise.
And I had no interest in testing their limits.
I removed a portion.
Counted quickly.
Left what I judged to be enough for an academy entrance fee.
The rest... I kept with me.
Hidden beneath my clothes.
If questioned, I would have a plausible excuse.
I stood and went to the other four.
Quick search.
Common coins.
A simple ring.
A bottle of cheap perfume.
Nothing relevant.
Until I found...
A rapier.
Polished silver blade.
Worked bronze hilt.
At its center, a red ruby embedded, deep as fresh blood.
Excellent balance.
Ideal weight.
It was an expensive weapon.
Very expensive.
I swept the blade through the air.
It sliced the wind smoothly.
I smiled.
— Now this...
This was useful.
I draped my shirt over my shoulders.
The fabric was still dirty with sweat and sand.
But it didn’t matter.
I gave one last look at Charles, fallen, broken.
He would live, but his once handsome face was now destroyed.
I turned and walked toward the beach.
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