The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 29: Elementals! We are under attack, HOLY SHIT! We’re fucked?
Just like everyone else, I found my seat and sat down in silence, observing every detail around me.
My gaze fell upon the control cabin, where Marcelina leaned casually, still holding her glass, her indifferent behavior making all the young people blush.
I took a deep breath and resisted.
She seemed completely at ease, as if this journey were just another ordinary day in her routine.
The balloon floated steadily, but the silence in the cabin was broken by Marcelina’s voice echoing through the basket.
—The air above the clouds is thin.
—That can cause fainting for some... and, rarely...
She smiled enigmatically.
—Some may even die.
The girls froze in their seats.
Although no one dared to scream, the panic in the air was palpable.
Is she joking?
It doesn’t seem like it...
I thought, analyzing her expression.
At that moment, a man dressed in white stepped into the balloon’s basket.
He appeared to be the one responsible for the balloon until now.
Marcelina greeted him with a casual wave and asked,
—Was there any problem along the way?
The man shook his head, saying little but wearing a serious look.
He slipped a hand into his breast pocket and pulled out a folded letter, handing it to Marcelina.
As she took it, he whispered something that, with the help of the virtual laboratory, caught my attention.
—This is the authorization to cross the Storm Lord’s airspace.
Storm Lord?
My body tensed at the mention of that name.
Who, or what, is the Storm Lord?
It sounds like something I definitely don’t want to encounter along the way.
The man quickly left, stepping out of the balloon and leaving us alone with Marcelina.
She tucked the letter between her two large milf melons without even opening it. It seemed she already knew its contents.
Then she moved toward the controls, taking command with the skill of someone who had done this countless times before.
She turned the helm smoothly, pressed a series of buttons in sequence, and pulled a few levers.
The balloon responded immediately.
"Ushshhh!!"
Valves began releasing jets of steam, and mechanical sounds filled the air as the balloon slowly gained altitude.
The basket vibrated slightly as the balloon started rising again, cutting through the layers of air at a steady pace.
Marcelina seemed unconcerned, her eyes fixed on the controls and the indicators before her.
I leaned back in my seat, trying to relax as the balloon climbed into the sky.
My thoughts, however, would not let me rest.
It was clear that magical creatures were not just wild beasts. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Just like in my past life, where human nations dominated territories and competed for power, it seemed that here there were clans or kingdoms of magical creatures, mages, and perhaps even supernatural beings who controlled their own regions.
It isn’t so different from China, the United States, and the superpowers I once knew.
But here, instead of technology and nuclear weapons, disputes seem to be settled with magic and supernatural force.
Do these monstrous clans or territories have hierarchies?
Leaders?
And, more importantly, how do humans negotiate or coexist with these creatures?
As I pondered, the balloon continued to rise, piercing white clouds that looked like cotton.
Unable to resist, I leaned over the edge of the basket to look down.
My heart pounded at the sight of the landscape below.
The ground, which had once seemed so vast and detailed, now looked like a mosaic of tiny shining dots, like jewels scattered across a dark background.
For a moment, a chill ran down my spine.
The height was breathtaking, almost intimidating.
I averted my gaze and returned to my seat.
The balloon climbed even higher, and the speed suddenly increased, causing the wind to blow harder against the basket.
Then an intense ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, bathing the entire balloon in golden light.
Some of the young passengers instinctively shielded their faces, trying to protect themselves from the glare.
I looked around and, to my surprise, saw Marcelina finishing the red liquid in her glass, staring directly at the sun without any discomfort.
Her eyes shone as if they were absorbing the light rather than being blinded by it.
I frowned.
Do mages have resistance in their eyes?
But then I realized the obvious.
It’s not just resistance.
The element of light and brilliance of the Sun Peak Tower is not merely aesthetic.
It seems that sunlight is truly an ally of light mages.
In the corner of the balloon, Wallace waved enthusiastically.
—Hey! Eduard, over here!
He was surrounded by other acolytes of the Sun Peak Tower, all laughing and talking loudly.
A bottle of alcohol gleamed under the sunlight.
I couldn’t resist and stood up, walking over to them.
—Good timing, I needed something to wet my throat, I said, sitting beside Wallace.
—Hahaha...
—Just don’t get drunk, or we’ll kick you off up here!
Wallace joked, handing me an empty cup.
I smiled and held it out to him.
—I have an iron stomach; I’ve never been drunk. Fill it to the brim.
Wallace laughed as he poured the drink.
—I’m no lightweight with alcohol either, he replied, raising his own cup for an improvised toast.
The others laughed and toasted as well, while the burning liquid warmed our bodies against the cold of the heights.
But even with the drinks, the journey remained monotonous.
Every day, aside from eating, sleeping, and occasionally listening to Marcelina’s instructions, there seemed to be nothing else to do.
Ten days.
Ten long days.
Judging by the balloon’s speed, I imagined we would reach the Sun Peak Tower earlier than I had initially calculated.
But time seemed to drag on.
One night, the group decided not to sleep early.
Instead, they gathered in a circle, placed the bottle of alcohol in the center, and began to talk.
The conversations ranged from jokes and absurd stories to reflections about the future in the tower.
—Wallace, what’s wrong with you?
I asked, noticing that he seemed restless and somewhat uncomfortable.
It was rare to see him so quiet, especially since he was practically the soul of the group, always telling stories—real or not—with exaggerated details.
Over the past ten days, he had talked about everything.
From his family tree to the creation of exotic dishes in the capital.
His words, which at first were irritating, had become the only source of entertainment on this tedious journey.
"Yes, Wallace! I still want to know how you got a sow pregnant!" James teased, drawing laughter around us.
Wallace rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smile.
—I’ve told you everything I know!
—Oh, come on, you always have something to say!
He sighed dramatically, raising his hands.
—I can’t think of anything else! I’m just as bored as all of you!
Suddenly!
The peace of the night was abruptly shattered by a hoarse and powerful voice that made the entire balloon tremble as if it were about to break apart.
—Mortals?
—How dare you cross this airspace?
My heart nearly stopped.
Before I could process what was happening, the starry sky above us vanished, swallowed by dark, turbulent clouds.
"Buzzz~~"
"Rumble~~"
Lightning began to dance among the clouds, illuminating the sky like sharp blades cutting through the darkness.
"Rumble~~"
"Rumble~~"
"Buzzz~~"
It was as if the air itself were filled with rage.
I looked around; everyone was as terrified as I was.
Even Oliver, always arrogant, trembled and fell to the ground, almost crying.
Amid the chaos, Marcelina rose from her small throne in the control cabin.
She did not seem afraid.
Her fists slowly clenched, and then her hands began to shine intensely with a light so strong it seemed to rival the lightning around us.
"Uhh~~"
Cries of surprise and pain came from everyone in the basket.
Instinctively, we all covered our faces, blinded by the intense light, and fell to the ground.
Marcelina’s voice cut through the air like a blade.
—I am Marcelina, of the Sun Peak Tower, and I have permission to cross this airspace.
—A license in the form of a letter written and signed by the Storm Lord himself.
For a moment, the chaos stopped.
Then another hoarse voice echoed, filled with hesitation.
—What?!
—A mage from the Sun Peak Tower?
Another, deeper voice answered right after.
—It seems there’s a mage on the balloon... good thing we didn’t attack before asking.
As the tension eased slightly, something began to take shape in the clouds around us.
Huge, indistinct forms started to emerge, as if the storms themselves were coming to life.
Storm elementals, I thought, watching with both fascination and terror.
They were enormous, humanoid in shape, but their bodies were not solid.
Their heads looked like swirling hurricanes, with eyes that shone like constant lightning.
Their arms were long and misty, ending in fingers that seemed made of pure electricity.
As they moved, the sound of wind and rain echoed, blending with the hum of electrical discharges.
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