The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 60: Making money is easy, you just need the right product in the right place.
To Charlotte’s right sat a young woman with short green hair, who seemed calmer, though still visibly drunk.
She rested her chin on the palm of her hand, watching the conversation with a silly smile.
—Charlotte, you always come up with the funniest stories, she said, her voice slurred.
The third girl, seated in front of Charlotte, had radiant dark skin and long golden curls.
She was more animated, banging on the table and shouting something about throwing everything away and traveling the world.
The last girl was short and blonde, with flushed cheeks and half-closed eyes.
She was laughing so hard she nearly spilled her own drink.
—Charlotte, you should teach us how to get a cute boyfriend like that Acolyte who’s always following you, she teased, barely managing to finish the sentence between laughs.
As I approached the group, I noticed their focus shift to me.
The short girl spotted me first, and her eyes widened.
—Look who’s here! Isn’t that him?
All heads turned toward me.
Charlotte, visibly surprised, blushed instantly.
—Ohoho, Charlotte, looks like your boyfriend came to pick you up! said the purple-haired girl, laughing loudly.
—She’s going to end up pregnant by the end of the year! added the dark-skinned girl, cackling.
Charlotte raised her hand, trying to calm the group, but only grew redder.
—Shut up, guys! He’s just a junior! None of that makes any sense! she said, standing up quickly.
The laughter swelled for a moment but quickly faded as she stepped away from the other girls and came toward me.
Charlotte crossed her arms and looked at me with a mixture of irritation and embarrassment.
—What do you want? You made me look bad in front of them!
I ignored her tone and got straight to the point.
—Charlotte, who do I need to talk to here about selling something new? A stimulant that just arrived at the tower.
She raised an eyebrow, but her interest was quickly piqued.
—Something new? And are you sure it’ll be a success? If it’s bad, your reputation will drop before it even begins.
I nodded confidently.
—It’s something that will change the game around here. But I need the right contact. That’s why I came to you.
She pondered for a few seconds before giving me a mischievous smile.
—Alright, I’ll introduce you to Marcel. He handles everything that comes in and out of here. But you’ll owe me one, got it?
—No problem.
When I meet this so-called Marcel,
I’ll ask him for magical crystals in exchange for the cocaine as well.
Haahahha...
I want Charlotte’s body.
I want to rape her.
Even if she only sees me as a junior.
I’m going to paint her uterus with my dirty sperm.
Charlotte looked at her friends, clearly still a little irritated.
She forced a smile as she said goodbye.
—I’ll be back soon. Don’t do anything stupid without me, okay?
The short blonde girl was the first to let out a mocking laugh.
—No way, Charlotte! You’re going to end up pregnant! And that one—she pointed at me—looks like he can’t control himself!
I frowned when I heard those words.
Indirectly, she had spoken the truth.
When I feel like having sex, I can’t control myself and I’m capable of moving mountains just to paint a hot girl’s belly with my hot, dirty sperm.
The others laughed, and the brunette with golden curls tapped the table.
—Seriously, Charlotte! We can see it on your face. He makes you blush! Take it easy, huh!
Charlotte blushed even more, her face almost as red as the liquid in the glass she was holding.
—Shut up, you idiots! she shouted, raising her fists in exaggerated playfulness, yet unable to hide her embarrassment.
—He’s just a junior, damn it!!!
The group burst into laughter as she stepped away, muttering something unintelligible.
When she approached me, she walked straight past, grabbing my arm and pulling me along.
—Let’s go before they say even more nonsense.
As we walked along the second floor, she kept a brisk pace, but I couldn’t help noticing her eyes drifting toward the glass container I was holding.
The powder shimmered under the room’s lights, reflecting tiny points of light as if it contained miniature stars.
Charlotte frowned, clearly intrigued.
I knew she was thinking about something, but I remained silent, waiting for her to speak.
—Hey, she began, looking at the container. —Where did you get that? It looks... different.
I gave a slight smile but didn’t answer immediately, which seemed to make her more suspicious.
—You don’t produce anything like this, Eduard.
—I mean, you only know how to teach... or so I thought. How did you get that?
Her tone was curious, but it carried a trace of disbelief.
She shook her head as if trying to dispel an uncomfortable idea.
—Don’t tell me you did something crazy to get it.
—Sacrificed something important? Or... no.
Charlotte seemed lost in her own theories.
—You just advanced to Level 1. Don’t tell me you’re already playing with dangerous things without even knowing what you’re doing.
I rolled my eyes slightly but remained silent.
She clearly had many doubts, but I had no intention of satisfying them at the moment.
As we approached a large reinforced door, flanked by two Level 3 Acolytes, a wave of dense, oppressive energy filled the air.
My body trembled involuntarily, as if pressed down by an invisible force.
The guards exuded an intimidating presence.
One of them, clearly the leader, was an imposing figure transformed into a white wolf.
His skin was covered in gleaming fur, his yellow eyes sharp and vigilant, and his fangs visible as he growled softly—even in silence.
Charlotte stepped forward confidently.
—My junior has something that may interest Marcel, she announced, her voice firm.
The white wolf tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing the situation.
—What kind of product? he asked, his deep, hoarse voice filled with authority.
Charlotte glanced back, signaling that it was my turn to speak.
Taking the lead, I held the glass container with both hands, making it clearly visible to the guards.
The shimmer of the powder immediately caught their attention.
—That’s right, my friends, I began, adopting a casual yet confident tone.
—I brought you something that’s going to change the game here. This little powder? Eye-catching, isn’t it? But let me tell you what it does...
I took a few steps closer, never breaking eye contact with the white wolf.
—This isn’t just another one of those poorly made magical stimulants you see around. This stuff gives you focus, energy, the drive to face any challenge. And the best part? It lasts longer and hits harder. It’s top of the line.
The white wolf arched an eyebrow but said nothing, so I continued.
—Imagine the youths here in the tower—those Level 1 Acolytes who can’t even conjure a proper light sphere. With this, they’ll feel invincible. And you know what that means, right? The money will come in—and it’ll come in strong.
I gave a confident smile, raising the container slightly higher.
—This is exclusive. First time in the tower, and I guarantee that whoever holds exclusivity to distribute it will dominate this market. Do you see the potential?
The scene was almost comical.
In my past world, I dealt with various drug dealers, so I had some experience to draw from.
When the door opened, I was stopped instantly.
The white wolf, his piercing yellow eyes fixed on me, raised one of his claws and blocked my path, his deep voice echoing through the room.
—Only the seller goes in. You must wait here.
Charlotte seemed to hesitate for a moment, but the weight of the wolf’s presence and his imposing posture made her step back without protest.
She looked at me with a gaze that mixed curiosity and doubt, but she understood that this was not the time to question the rules of the place.
I didn’t hesitate.
Without saying a word, I stepped inside, the door closing behind me.
The atmosphere inside the room was surprisingly calm.
The soft glow of the lamps illuminated the space, highlighting the walls adorned with rich tapestries and a heavy dark wooden table at the center.
And there he was—Marcel.
He sat in a luxurious chair with the air of someone who had the world under control. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
He wore a high-tailored red cape draped over his broad shoulders.
In his mouth, a large cigar exhaled thick, fragrant smoke that spread through the room, giving the place a sense of decadence.
A black top hat rested neatly upon his head.
When I entered, Marcel looked at me and, upon noticing me clearly, gestured with his hand, shooing away the naked girls around the table without saying a word.
They dispersed silently.
He then studied me with a critical gaze, waiting for me to introduce myself.
—What do you have to show me, boy? his voice was hoarse, laced with unwavering disdain.
He released another cloud of smoke, the cigar in his mouth still burning slowly.
I took a deep breath, wasting no time.
—Take a sniff of this, was all I said, with the calm that only comes from confidence in a good product.
Without another word, I opened the glass container I was carrying—the powder.
I placed 100 grams on his table, the substance spreading like a thin white layer.
Marcel frowned but said nothing, his eyes fixed on what I had laid before him.
He looked at me, challenging, and without hesitation, I used a small card to gather the powder and push it closer to him.
—Take a sniff, I repeated, —and I promise you’ll see heaven.
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