The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 65: Library: What if I could store all the books on my biochip?
Satisfied, I slowly stood up, calmly adjusting my clothes.
As I dressed, I cast one last glance at Charlotte, who was lying on the floor, her hair disheveled and her eyes half-closed, holding a strange and enigmatic smile.
Her vagina was still leaking my semen.
Before I could fully turn my back, a hoarse, mocking voice broke the silence.
—You lost... hahaha...
I turned my head, curious.
Charlotte was trying to get up, but her legs were too weak to support her own weight.
She collapsed again, laughing to herself, as if she had discovered something that only made sense inside her confused mind.
I watched her for a moment, emotionless.
I simply sighed.
It wasn’t worth responding.
With a quick motion, I opened the door, leaving her alone in that miserable state.
On the other side, Marcel was sitting in his chair, watching me with that constant smile of someone who always seems to be analyzing something.
—Now that you’ve had her, we’re even. From now on, I only want your product, he said, interlacing his fingers over the table.
I nodded, keeping my expression firm.
—Send someone to take care of Charlotte. She needs a bath... After that, send her back to the room, I said, my voice cold, almost as if I were dealing with a broken object that needed to be discarded.
Marcel nodded, confirming the request would be fulfilled.
Without another word, I turned and left his office.
Walking down the stairs, I passed familiar faces—the "addicts," as I mentally called them.
I ignored them completely, moving forward, focused only on reaching my room.
Back in my space, the smell of sweat and depravity still clung to me, a reminder of what I had done to Charlotte.
I took a quick shower, scrubbing every part of my body.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I felt renewed, ready for the next step.
My magic crystals were safe.
I had managed to accumulate an absurd amount of 660 magic crystals in just a few weeks.
An amount that, even with the tower’s security rules, made my heart race every time I thought about it.
But to me, those crystals were not just wealth; they were a means to an end.
The plan to build my laboratory was getting closer and closer to becoming reality.
However, before that, I needed to expand my knowledge.
My mental database was still absurdly limited when it came to general knowledge about this world.
Now it’s time to invest in knowledge, I thought as I put on clean clothes and fastened the pouch with a few magic crystals to my belt.
With around 60 surplus magic crystals, I was willing to spend whatever was necessary to acquire information about magical plants, creatures, metals, weaknesses, and anything else that could give me an advantage in the world beyond the tower.
After walking for a few minutes through the tower’s cold corridors, I finally arrived at the library.
The place was simple, a stone room with rough walls, but the air carried a special weight, as if it were imbued with accumulated wisdom.
The yellowed wooden shelves were filled with carefully organized books, each one promising a glimpse into the magical world.
Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn’t find spellbooks here.
Those were treasures belonging to another sphere of the tower, traded at exorbitant prices of 30 to 50 magic crystals each.
But I didn’t mind.
What I sought here was general knowledge.
Behind a simple desk, the librarian was seated.
He was a level 3 acolyte, middle-aged, with a calm but tired expression.
He was absorbed in a book, which didn’t surprise me.
Like Marcel, this type of acolyte formed a peculiar group in the tower—men and women who had reached an intermediate level over the years but had abandoned any ambition to advance further.
For them, dangerous and risky missions no longer made sense, yet they also didn’t want to return to ordinary life outside the tower.
I approached the desk with firm, direct steps.
Before heading to the shelves, I asked the librarian.
—How much does each book cost?
He took his eyes off the book he was reading and looked at me coldly, as if my question were an unnecessary interruption.
—One magic crystal to read the book here in the library for as long as you want. But you can’t take the book out. If you leave or need to use the bathroom, you’ll have to pay again to continue reading.
I nodded.
—No problem.
He seemed satisfied with my brief reply and returned his attention to the book.
—Bring the books you want. I’ll unlock their seals for you.
—Understood, I replied with a nod before walking away to explore the shelves.
The shelves stretched across the room, and I moved along them calmly, my eyes scanning the spines and titles.
I picked up a book here and there, flipping through the opening pages, but, as expected, only the introduction was visible.
The rest was obscured by a dark mist that rendered it unreadable.
That mist was impressive.
It was said that the tower’s master himself, the legendary mage Nicolas, had created this magical mechanism.
Any attempt to bypass the spell would only activate a hidden magical formation that would inflict terrible punishments.
It wasn’t something anyone, even the boldest, would dare to challenge.
There I was, pretending to read the introduction of the book "The History of Lineages" with a serious expression on my face, but inside my focus was elsewhere.
My mind worked tirelessly as I gave a command to the biochip.
I was willing to try.
—Scan this book. Try to see if you can extract its content without triggering the magical formation!
["Command received!"]
["Processing mission..."]
["Initiating deep scan..."]
I tilted my head slightly, letting my hair fall over my eyes to hide the faint blue glow that would undoubtedly draw attention if anyone noticed.
But I was prepared for that.
The trick was simple: keep my head down and act as if I were completely absorbed in the book.
Suddenly, the virtual biochip began issuing alerts.
["Unknown protective force field detected..."]
["Analyzing..."]
["Beep! Warning... Force field undergoing unknown transformation..."]
["Verification complete..."]
I let out a deep sigh, closing my eyes for a few seconds before shutting the book in my hands.
Damn!
It was clear that the magical formations in these books were not something I could ignore.
Not even the biochip’s technology, which I trusted so much, could break through the barrier.
Any interference, no matter how small, seemed on the verge of triggering the protection mechanisms—something that wasn’t worth the risk.
Still, it wasn’t a total failure.
The virtual laboratory was useful in other ways.
Although I couldn’t digitize the content directly from the books, as long as I rented them long enough, the lab could reproduce them perfectly in my database.
No need for manual copying.
That alone was already a tremendous advantage.
I picked up "The History of Lineages" again and calmly walked toward another shelf.
This time, I headed straight for the section I knew was essential for me: magic crystals.
I examined the titles carefully until something caught my attention.
"Magic Crystals and the History of Their Creation."
The book was thick and appeared to contain a considerable amount of valuable information.
I picked it up and continued browsing the shelves.
Soon, I discovered another title that was practically mandatory for any acolyte who wished to survive and prosper.
"Glossary of Magical Creatures."
I took that one as well, along with other volumes listing rare materials and their magical properties.
With the stack of books firmly balanced in my arms, I walked toward the librarian and placed them on the desk.
He looked at me, narrowing his eyes for a moment before breaking into a smile.
I could almost hear his thoughts.
What a foolish acolyte. Doesn’t he understand he can’t take the books outside? Or does he really believe he’ll memorize everything? Well, either way, it’s not my problem.
The librarian finally broke the silence.
—30 magic crystals.
Without wasting time, I reached for my belt and took out the required magic crystals, placing them on the desk without hesitation.
He counted them quickly before smiling, satisfied.
Then, raising his right hand, the ring on his finger began to glow with a faint, steady light.
He pressed the ring against the cover of each book, one by one, and I watched the glow of the magical formations fade momentarily before returning to normal.
—All set. They’re unlocked. Take as much time as you need.
I calmly walked toward an isolated table, choosing one hidden behind a stone pillar, away from the librarian’s vigilant and suspicious eyes.
I could feel his gaze on my back, as if trying to pierce through me and uncover my secrets.
Even so, I didn’t let it shake me.
His suspicion was understandable, but logically, he probably assumed I was just a rich and foolish acolyte—or perhaps some heir from a wealthy family wasting magic crystals.
Let him keep thinking that.
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