The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 67: The awakening of Helena, Empress.

Still seated in the hard library chair, my eyes scanned the texts before me.

The ancient books, now digitized in my biochip, had provided enough information for me to begin understanding the foundations of the magical world I was in.

Now I have a basic foundation.

I stood up and adjusted my tunic, my eyes fixed on the library exit.

The librarian, wearing a stern expression, looked over his glasses and sighed, shaking his head as if questioning my intentions.

Ignoring him, I walked past and began heading back to my room.

The corridor was more crowded than usual.

Acolytes whispered among themselves, exchanging nervous glances, but I ignored them all.

My focus was on my door, yet something made me stop.

An unusual concentration of people surrounded the door opposite mine—Helena’s door.

I frowned in confusion.

—What the hell is going on? I asked, pushing my way through the small crowd.

A skinny boy with dark skin, messy black hair, and green eyes turned toward me with a tense expression.

—Have you seen Helena, the doll, recently? he asked, his voice heavy with concern.

—No, I replied bluntly, frowning. —Why?

He clenched his fists before answering, as if struggling to remain calm.

—She killed an acolyte.

His words echoed in my mind.

My heart skipped for a moment, but I quickly swallowed my surprise.

—What? My voice came out sharp, full of skepticism.

—Man, that doesn’t make sense. How could a magical doll still at level 0 kill an acolyte? Are you sure about this?

Before he could respond, violent knocks on Helena’s door interrupted our conversation.

Bang!

Bang!

—Helena, open this door immediately!

Furious voices echoed from the other side of the crowd.

More pounding and banging followed as the boy turned to watch the shouting.

He looked back at me.

—She advanced to level 1 after understanding the magical alphabet. I don’t know how she did it—maybe she studied something or used a mental potion—but what I do know is that after advancing, Daniel forced her to continue experimenting. Now she’s in a frenzy, suffering uncontrollable mutations.

My chest tightened for a brief second, but I masked any reaction.

Of course, it was because of me that she learned the magical alphabet.

I helped her, making the learning process more efficient.

However, this sudden level increase was surprising, even to me.

Internally, a faint smile appeared—a mixture of pride and curiosity.

But reality quickly struck again.

If Helena was out of control and had broken the rules, it didn’t matter whether it was due to mutation.

The academy was strict with those who crossed the line, especially low-level acolytes.

Her execution was almost guaranteed.

I sighed and pulled the key from my pocket.

Not wanting to get involved in the chaos, I unlocked my door.

I stepped inside, but did not close it completely.

I left it slightly ajar, the gap giving me a sufficient view of the commotion in the corridor.

Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, I watched.

There was no sense in risking my position for Helena.

She was an unstable variable, a wildcard.

Getting involved would mean compromising my progress.

Through the narrow opening of the door, I observed every movement in the hallway.

My eyes tracked the group and soon I realized their leader was Bruce, the Chief Apprentice.

Bruce had always been a confident and authoritative figure, known for his self-control and the loyalty of his two lackeys.

Henry, with his brute strength and explosive temper, and Maral, smaller but extremely opportunistic.

Bruce looked irritated.

He had clearly lost patience with Helena’s silence behind the door.

Just as I saw him preparing to blast the door open, something unexpected happened.

The door creaked, slowly opening.

I was speechless for a moment.

Standing in the doorway was a stunning young woman.

She wore a red cotton dress that seemed to glow under the corridor’s soft light.

Her delicate voice flowed like a melody when she spoke, her tone simultaneously sweet and venomous.

—So it is Chief Apprentice Bruce who is seeking this empress? What do you want? Do you need something?

My eyebrows rose.

That was not the Helena I knew.

Not at all.

Her features had changed completely.

The small and fragile doll body from before was now tall and displayed perfectly proportioned curves, a true super MILF, with slender limbs that seemed to dance with every movement.

Her skin shone like polished jade, flawless.

Her face, once made of fabric, now possessed an absurd beauty, with features so perfect they seemed sculpted by divine hands.

But what truly caught my attention—and everyone else’s—were her eyes. Blood-red eyes, glowing like two rubies, radiating a hypnotic aura.

And that smile... A delicate smile, yet laced with something dangerous.

She was breathtaking and terrifying at the same time.

Her red dress made no effort to conceal her form.

In the monotonous and almost clinical environment of the tower, dominated by the pale whites of the apprentices’ robes, her presence was like a flame in a dark room.

It didn’t take long for the silence to be replaced by low sighs and intense stares.

Some even seemed paralyzed, their expressions bordering on delirium.

Even Bruce’s lackeys, Henry and Maral, were completely captivated.

I could see in their eyes that their thoughts had wandered straight into the darkest and most primitive corners of their minds.

They all began to drool like wolves staring at raw meat.

—How beautiful! Let’s rape her right here. Almost everyone was delighted. —Shall we have a gang bang and defile this MILF?

But Bruce was different from the low-level idiots around him.

He took a deep breath and regained control, though his expression was one of pure disbelief.

He took two steps back, one hand already poised to pull something from his waist.

—Who are you? he demanded, his voice heavy with authority. —Tell me your name now, or...

Bruce hesitated.

He was thinking.

Like me, he knew there was something strange about that girl.

While the lackeys were completely lost in lust, Bruce wrestled with his own thoughts.

—But wait... he whispered, narrowing his eyes. —That powerful MILF... She came out of Helena’s room.

My heart skipped a beat.

I had made the connection too, but hearing Bruce voice it sent a chill down my spine.

Helena was the magical doll, Daniel’s constant victim in his experiments.

Weak, always cowardly and tearful.

This woman, this vibrant and dangerous figure, could not be Helena.

It was like comparing a wilted flower to a living flame.

But... what if it was?

Bruce seemed to be reaching the same conclusion.

The shock in his eyes deepened as he took another step back, his mind clearly struggling against the absurd idea.

—Absurd! Helena? Is that you?

His voice echoed down the corridor, and for the first time, the lackeys seemed to snap out of their trance, staring at the girl in shock.

When Bruce mentioned Helena’s name, the change was instant.

The girl who had been radiating seductive and dangerous beauty now transformed into something completely different—something monstrous.

Her sweet expression twisted violently, the corners of her mouth stretching impossibly wide until the opening reached her ears. The sight made my spine go cold.

From her forehead sprouted two glorious horns.

Zzzzz~~ the sound of her charge echoed through the corridor, followed by a CRUNCH~~ that rang like something snapping in half.

Before anyone could react, she attacked Bruce in a movement too fast to follow.

It was like lightning, a blink of an eye, and before I realized it, she was already at his neck.

The bite was brutal.

The sound of flesh tearing and the heavy rush of blood were vivid.

Half of Bruce’s neck vanished within seconds, exposing shredded flesh and a broken windpipe.

"Gushing~~"

Blood spurted like a fountain, splattering the walls, the floor, and even the girl herself.

The scene was chaotic, painted red.

Bruce staggered backward, crashing against the wall before sliding down to the floor, trembling as if his life were rapidly draining away.

Despite the shock and obvious pain, Bruce was not the type of man to give up easily.

He still had enough strength to act.

Shaking, he pulled a device from his belt—the Scarlet Crescent.

I had read about it before.

The item was a type of portable weapon, like a combination of a short sword and a dagger.

The blade of the device had a glowing red core, surrounded by magical runes that emitted a soft light when activated.

The hilt was ergonomic, wrapped in leather or durable material, with buttons for adjustments and firing.

Additionally, a small cylindrical "reservoir" at the base contained crystallized magical energy that powered the device.

Bruce pulled the item free and fired, sending a red beam of energy straight at Helena in her crimson dress.

Bang!

The beam struck her square in the chest.

It pierced her with such force that a hole the size of a tire was burned through her body.

Charred organs and intestines fell to the floor, releasing a horrific stench that burned my nostrils even from a distance.

The beam continued onward, striking the wall behind her and leaving a scorched hole.

She staggered back, but did not fall immediately.

Even with that devastating wound, her posture remained strangely rigid, as if pain were irrelevant to her.

That sent another chill through me.

Bruce, on the other hand, had no time to waste.

He discarded the magical device, now useless, and with trembling hands pulled a small fist-sized bottle from his belt.

I immediately recognized the bright green liquid inside the vial.

Last Breath Potion.

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