The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 62: I’m rich!!!

Marcel carefully picked up the glass container, turning it in his hand as he examined the shimmer of the powder inside.

A malicious smile spread across his face, like that of a man who had just closed a major deal.

He placed the container on the table, opened one of the drawers beneath it, and then pulled out a small black leather pouch.

He set it down with a dull thud and opened it.

Inside were four Level 2 crystals, glowing with intense light, each worth the equivalent of ten common magical crystals.

In addition, there were five smaller loose magical crystals, still valuable.

A total of forty-five magical crystals.

I kept my face expressionless, but inside, the satisfaction of a net profit of thirty-five crystals filled me like fire.

—Here’s your share, he said, pushing the pouch toward me.

I picked it up and quickly checked its contents before carefully tying it to my waist.

Before leaving, I looked at Marcel with a calm smile and said,

—Since the price I had in mind wasn’t what I got, I decided to speed things up. Starting tomorrow, I’ll bring between 1.5 and 2 kilos of this powder every day. Sound good?

Marcel tilted his head, still smiling, and confirmed with a simple nod.

—Deal, boy.

Satisfied, I turned and left the room with steady steps, the weight of the pouch at my waist serving as a tangible reminder of my success.

When the door closed behind me, I saw Charlotte outside, pacing back and forth with a worried expression.

—Finally! What happened in there? Did you manage it? How much did he pay? What did he say?

The questions poured out as she approached, but I merely kept a mysterious smile.

—You’re not going to answer me? she insisted, crossing her arms.

I shrugged, frustrating her even more, then casually asked,

—Do you want to come to my room tonight?

Charlotte froze for a second before bursting into nervous, sarcastic laughter.

—Are you crazy, junior? Of course not!

I simply smiled back without saying anything.

Rejection wasn’t what concerned me.

I knew that very soon she would be in my arms—even if she didn’t know it yet. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

With nothing more to say, I began walking back toward the center of the place.

Charlotte followed me for a while, still pressing with more questions, but I remained silent, simply enjoying the moment.

Eventually, she gave up with an exasperated sigh.

—You’re impossible, you know that? she muttered before turning and heading back to the table where her friends were sitting.

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Just like that, two more weeks passed.

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The last two weeks had been a whirlwind.

Of course, my fame hadn’t spread among the tower’s elite—the scholars, explorers, or the more intelligent acolytes barely knew I existed.

But among the failures, the addicts, and the misfits, I was a well-known name.

To them, I was "the guy with the white powder."

What truly mattered was that, in just two weeks, I had accumulated a fortune I never imagined I would have so soon.

Six hundred and thirty magical crystals.

Just thinking about that number sent shivers down my spine.

It was an absurd amount—enough to equip a full laboratory and finally walk the path I had always wanted as an engineer.

Of course, there was the fear of being robbed or attacked.

But the tower’s rules were clear: stealing from or killing acolytes was forbidden.

Anyone who broke those rules would pay dearly—the punishment was public execution by a mage professor.

Even so, the fear of losing everything was a constant shadow.

My room had become my sanctuary.

I spent most of my time locked inside, leaving only when necessary—and even then, taking absurd precautions.

I was back in the improvised laboratory in my room, carefully mixing the ingredients while the blue glow of the virtual biochip interface pulsed in my vision.

As my hands worked, my mind split between calculations and the ideas emerging from the biochip.

—Biochip, I ordered mentally, and the interface immediately responded in its cold, mechanical voice.

["Yes?"]

—What updates were made to the concepts received from Miguel?

["Concepts updated."]

["Adjustments were made to energy applications and the efficiency of magical circuits."]

["The calculations appear endless."]

["There are infinite paths, so I decided to correct the basics, because if I tried to correct everything, I would need to master every field of engineering. Data is missing on nearly all advanced aspects of these fields, which would require an absurd amount of time and energy."]

Miguel had truly been a good teacher in most respects—the information he left behind was pure gold.

At last, I poured the final shimmering powder into a glass container, sealed it tightly, and looked at it with a satisfied smile.

Two more kilos ready.

I leaned back in my chair and sat down.

Everything was going as it should.

I had money—and, more importantly, control over my future.

But today was special.

Today, Marcel told me he had secured what I wanted.

Charlotte had been captured.

Soon, she would be in my arms.

I rose from the chair with a calculated smile on my lips, picked up the container with the shimmering powder, and left my room.

I walked with firm steps through the tower’s corridors, but my mind was already ahead, visualizing the place I had affectionately nicknamed the "Den of the Useless."

It was the perfect name for that bathroom filled with failed acolytes—people who had given up on greatness and surrendered to the emptiness of addiction.

As soon as I entered the Den, all eyes turned toward me.

The brief silence was quickly broken by euphoric shouts.

—Eduard!

—Hey, it’s him!

—The White Powder King!

Some began approaching me, smiling, trying to start conversations as if we were best friends.

It was almost comical watching them grovel for attention.

But what caught my attention most were the acolytes.

Some, clearly desperate for another dose, had completely abandoned any sense of shame.

They approached provocatively, casting suggestive looks and offering their bodies in exchange for a share of the powder.

—Not today, I murmured coldly, avoiding them without even slowing my pace.

I had business to handle—and a more beautiful and arrogant body to defile.

A thin-faced boy with deep dark circles leaned toward me, whispering.

—Hey, Master Eduard... can you get me just a little? I’ll pay tomorrow!

—Tomorrow never comes for you, I replied without even looking at him, my voice dripping with disdain.

At last, I reached the door to Marcel’s office.

Still guarded by his lackeys—but now they recognized me and let me in without question.

I extended the container with the white, shimmering powder to Marcel.

He took it with steady hands, narrowing his eyes as he inspected the substance before carefully storing it away.

The next moment, he opened a hidden drawer in his desk and took out a small pouch.

Inside were the promised magical crystals.

The exchange was silent and efficient.

With the crystals safely stored in my pouch, I looked at Marcel and spoke, my voice filled with satisfaction.

—Where is she?

Marcel smiled maliciously, though he didn’t seem quite as excited as I was.

He slowly rose from his chair, casting one last glance at the container of powder.

Then, with a gesture, he opened a door in the wall beside him.

When I looked inside, my heart raced and a predatory smile spread across my face.

Charlotte was there, lying on the floor, completely out of it.

Her eyes were empty, lifeless, as if she didn’t even recognize her own face.

The woman I wanted, who was now there, had completely surrendered, without control over her own senses. Ready to be raped.

I took a step forward to get a closer look.

Marcel, who had been watching my reaction with a thoughtful expression, sighed and turned to me, beginning to speak.

—Remember, Eduard... she was tricked into agreeing. One of Charlotte’s friends accepted a bribe and then put something special in her drink. I don’t know how she’s still awake.

I shook my head dismissively, the sensation of sex burning intensely inside me.

I didn’t care how she looked or how she got there.

What mattered was that she was now vulnerable, within my reach.

—Excuse me," I murmured coldly, ignoring Marcel. He left with a sigh, understanding that I didn’t want to talk anymore.

I slammed the door shut behind me.

I was now completely alone with Charlotte, in a dark and stuffy room.

She was lying on the floor, her movements slow and erratic, but her face... ah, her face. I crouched beside her, watching the effects of the drug take hold of her.

—Now... you’re going to learn what it’s like to be raped by your junior’s dick," I said softly, the anger that had been building for the past few weeks exploding with each word as I unzipped my pants.

She couldn’t hear me completely, she couldn’t understand what I was about to do.

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