The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 43: Charlotte? I have a senior that beautiful? Hahaha...
After I looked at Miguel, my eyes were immediately drawn to a girl nearby.
There was an Acolyte working beside him, and she was a breathtaking sight, even in the metallic and oppressive atmosphere of that engineering laboratory.
Tall, with perfect curves that the lab uniform couldn’t hide, long and very thick legs, and silky brown hair cascading like a waterfall down to her waist.
Her skin was pale, and those lips...
Ah, those full lips had a natural color that almost made me imagine their taste. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Damn, why are all the women in this world so hot?
Focus, Eduard, I thought, discreetly shaking my head to push such ideas away.
This was not the time for distractions.
She wore laboratory clothing designed to be functional.
A tight black leather corset adorned with bronze buckles emphasized her silhouette.
Over the corset, she wore a kind of long vest equipped with small pockets for tools and glowing vials, all secured with leather straps and metal buttons.
A pair of fingerless gloves covered her delicate hands, leaving her nails—painted a vibrant red—exposed.
Charlotte also wore steampunk goggles, resting on her forehead like a tiara, with lenses of different sizes and colors.
When Miguel finally finished adjusting the automaton and turned toward me, wiping sweat from his forehead, he spoke in a slightly sarcastic tone.
—At least you’re punctual.
I watched him as he stepped away from the automaton and almost laughed when steam from the wall valves blew directly into his face.
He waved the air with his hand, muttering a curse.
Seeing an engineering genius defeated by a bit of steam is amusing, I thought, but wisely kept a serious expression.
—Thank you, Professor.
—Of course I would be punctual.
—It would be disrespectful to someone as esteemed as you, I replied, lowering my head slightly.
Miguel smiled, pleased, then gestured toward Charlotte.
—Come, let me introduce you.
—This is Charlotte, my other apprentice.
—And this is Eduard, the new acolyte from yesterday!
Charlotte turned toward me, bowing gracefully as she said.
—Hello!
I placed my right arm over my chest, responding with noble elegance.
—Hello!
Miguel continued.
—Charlotte is your senior.
—Besides her, you also have another veteran named Mateo.
—His engineering skills are excellent.
Charlotte added, with a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes.
—Mateo is called a genius who appears only once every century.
—He’s considered the most likely successor to our mentor!
Miguel laughed, clearly proud.
—Haha! Indeed! Mateo has shown exceptional talent in engineering! If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can seek his help.
I simply nodded.
Miguel’s tone shifted as he addressed me directly.
—Now, let’s get straight to the point.
—Starting today, you must come here every day to pick up tools and go with Charlotte to the mining caves on the other side of the tower.
—You will mine for about five hours a day.
—After that, if you still have energy, the rest of the day will be yours.
—You can attend public classes, visit the library, or do whatever you want.
Hearing this, I frowned.
—Sir, but won’t I learn anything directly from you? I asked, trying to hide my frustration.
Miguel gave a mischievous smile.
—You’re still a level-0 acolyte.
—You certainly only started studying magical language and numbers yesterday.
—Even if I wanted to teach you something now, you wouldn’t understand even the basics.
—When you advance to level 1 and have minimum knowledge of magic, I will give you guidance about the world of magical engineering.
I swallowed my indignation and nodded.
—Yes, sir.
Internally, my mind raced.
If he knew I had learned to read magical language in just a few hours yesterday... it would cause panic.
He might try to dissect me alive—or worse.
Still, the reality was clear: five hours a day mining... at least I would have Charlotte’s company.
As soon as Miguel gave the order for us to go, Charlotte wasted no time.
She cast a quick glance at me before heading deeper into the laboratory.
—Let’s go, we need to grab the tools, she said in a practical voice, without losing that slightly authoritative tone.
—Okay, I replied, following closely behind her.
In the corner of the room, beside one of the many ducts that blew hot air at irregular intervals, there was a large shelf full of tools.
The space was functionally disorganized, with pickaxes, shovels, axes, and other tools hanging from iron hooks, while gears, chains, and other accessories were scattered across smaller shelves.
Charlotte approached without hesitation and began taking what she needed.
She grabbed a pickaxe and a shovel, fastening them easily to her waist.
Then she pulled out a large dark leather backpack leaning against the base of the shelf.
The backpack looked sturdy, reinforced with metal strips at the corners, and was clearly used for transporting mining materials.
I stood there for a moment, watching her as she gathered the equipment.
Something about the way she handled everything made me think she was completely accustomed to the routine.
Then her voice cut through my thoughts.
—What are you waiting for?
I blinked a few times and let out a sigh.
—Nothing, I replied, grabbing the tools within my reach.
As I adjusted a pickaxe and shovel onto my back, I let my thoughts slip out.
—Who would have imagined that the son of a viscount like me would end up here, working in ore mines?
—If the nobles of my homeland heard this, they’d laugh at the absurdity.
Charlotte paused what she was doing and gave me a mischievous, almost conspiratorial smile before replying.
—Well, if it’s any consolation, I thought it was strange too when I first arrived.
—But now... it doesn’t matter so much.
—In this tower, there are all kinds of things—even things that are quite pleasurable.
—You’ll learn that soon enough.
Her expression changed as she spoke.
Her eyes gleamed in a peculiar way, like someone remembering something addictive.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I grabbed a backpack similar to hers and finished securing the tools.
With everything ready, I followed Charlotte, who had already left the laboratory, her posture confident and unshakable as she walked ahead.
As I followed Charlotte through the corridors—
Suddenly!
A sudden explosion echoed ahead, followed by a wave of light that briefly illuminated the hallway.
"Boom~~"
At that instant, the biochip’s voice in my mind issued a clear alert.
["Warning!"]
["Danger ahead!"]
I froze momentarily, on guard, as a long, drawn-out howl reverberated through the corridors.
Auuuuu!
Before I could ask Charlotte what was happening, she let out an exasperated sigh and kept walking as if it were just another Tuesday.
—Damn... a student lost control? Probably a mutation that went rogue in a professor’s lab.
Mutation? I thought, but said nothing.
I kept my composure and continued following Charlotte, who seemed unconcerned, though slightly annoyed.
Soon, we came upon a crowd of curious students forming a circle, staring wide-eyed at whatever was in the center.
Charlotte ignored the crowd and began pushing her way through, and I followed suit, shoving a few shoulders aside to get a clear view of what was happening.
At the center of the circle, a white-furred wolf with red eyes thrashed about.
RRRaaaaaa!!
urrrrrrrr!!!!
Its imposing frame was marked by enormous claws and a body stained with blood.
The wolf looked injured, its white fur tangled and smeared.
Behind it, a partially destroyed door was engulfed in flames, and inside the room, shattered test tubes spilled liquids of different colors.
The wolf rolled on the ground as if struggling to regain control of itself.
Oorrrrrrrrr!
After a few moments of desperate convulsions, it managed to sit up, though its gaze remained dazed.
Then it spoke, clearly disoriented.
—DAMN IT!! MY LAB EXPLODED!
Hearing this, the students around us burst into laughter.
Apparently, this was not an uncommon sight.
Many began to disperse, likely concluding that the show was over.
Judging by Charlotte’s reaction, she seemed equally unconcerned.
Probably testing transformation spells on himself, I thought, watching the wolf as Charlotte kept moving forward.
The wolf began convulsing violently.
Its bones cracked grotesquely as it returned to its human form.
The transformation looked terribly painful, judging by the muffled screams of agony.
When he finally returned to normal, the young man was naked—something that should have been humiliating, though it was clearly the least of his concerns.
Kneeling on the ground, he cried as he looked at the ruins of his destroyed laboratory.
—I lost everything! I invested about 50 magic crystals in this experiment...
My mind stalled for a second when I heard the amount.
Holy shit... 50 magic crystals! I thought, stunned.
To obtain even a single magic crystal in the mortal world would require a brutal war involving more than 5,000 men.
Acquiring 50 would require invading an empire or something equally absurd.
Of course, that was the logic of the mortal world without magic.
Here, in the world of mages, those crystals were traded like common currency among them.
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