The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 7: Breathing, my heart is made of steel, I won’t have a stroke and die.
Among the many techniques passed down through families of equestrians, mine has always been considered intermediate.
But now, after the Biochip optimization, I felt deep within my soul that it had reached an entirely different level.
I am certain it can now even rival the secret techniques of the great kingdoms and the most powerful families!
Suddenly, I felt a faint buzzing in my head, a dizziness caused by the vast amount of data implanted directly into my brain.
But that was expected—my body was assimilating a significant influx of knowledge, including the practical sequences that now felt like lived memories.
It was remarkable.
Compared to an ordinary person who would have to go through countless trials and errors to master a new technique, I already had everything clearly mapped out in my mind.
There was no need for guesswork or basic mistakes.
I have never felt this in my past life.
I murmured to myself.
but here, in this world, the biochip gives me an advantage that is completely and utterly... unfair.
Opening my eyes, the determined gleam within them was now unmistakable.
I only need to follow exactly what the biochip presents and adhere to the meticulous plan. With that, I will be able to achieve everything in the most precise and efficient way possible.
I will try!
I sat down on the ground, crossing my legs and adjusting my spine until I found a firm yet comfortable position.
The Biochip had been clear: need to assume a specific meditative posture, only to maintain stability and breathing control.
I closed my eyes and mentally organized the instructions.
First, I need to hold my breath for 65 seconds, then take three long breaths and one short one. The duration and frequency must be exact...
I inhaled deeply.
I held the air in.
The first twenty seconds were easy.
Then the air began to burn in my lungs.
By the forty-second second, my chest was already begging for relief.
When I reached sixty-five, I slowly released the air, as if I were expelling something far denser than mere oxygen.
Three long breaths.
One short.
I repeated the cycle.
Little by little, my consciousness seemed to sink inward.
My body grew heavy.
My mind, strangely clear.
I was not asleep.
But I was not fully awake either.
Heat began to rise from my abdomen to my chest, then to my face.
My skin burned.
I felt my temples throb like war drums.
If someone had seen me at that moment, they would have thought I was performing an exhausting exercise.
The heat intensified.
My face must have been completely red.
Sweat began to trickle down.
But it was not ordinary sweat.
It was viscous.
Dark.
Black as ink.
I could feel impurities being expelled through my pores, as if something inside me were being broken down, dissolved, reconstructed.
When I finally opened my eyes, it felt as though I had plunged to the bottom of an ocean and returned to the surface.
I opened my mouth and exhaled forcefully.
— Ugh!!!
A dark mist escaped from me.
At the same instant, I heard internal cracking sounds.
Like dry branches snapping.
I stood up slowly.
I moved my arms.
Then my legs.
My entire body was warm and vibrant, as if I had just completed the most intense training session of my life.
— Biochip, display my body’s statistics!
Translucent windows appeared before my eyes.
["Status"]
["Name: Eduard Edson."]
["Sex: Male."]
["Age: 15 years old."]
["Strength: 0.4005"]
["Agility: 0.5006"]
["Vitality: 0.4004"]
I kept my face impassive.
— Change the display method and move the data to 6 decimal places. Additionally, make comparisons with the data from before cultivation.
The interface flickered.
The numbers expanded, stretching into precise decimal sequences.
The last three digits shimmered, constantly changing.
["Beep! Comparison result: undergoing knight training increased the host’s attributes: Strength +0.005; Agility +0.006; Vitality +0.004."]
A faint smile appeared on my lips.
Mn! Because this was the first practice, the numbers are still rising!
I flexed my fingers, feeling the different firmness in my joints.
I only cultivated for a little over 5 minutes, yet the increase is already considerable. With perseverance, it’s only a matter of time until I have the statistics of a academy servant!
My mind connected the pieces quickly.
Which means those strange academy servants are all Knights...
The realization did not shake me.
But it added a new layer of caution.
I sighed.
What a pity... According to my memory and the Biochip’s analysis, breathing techniques have cultivation limits. The Edson family’s technique can only be practiced once per day.
Additional practice will not only fail to bring benefits, it may also cause damage to the body.
It was not a trivial limitation.
It was a bottleneck.
—Biochip, is there any method that would allow me to increase the number of times I can practice the breathing technique?
["Medicinal items are required as supplements."]
—List all required medicinal items!
["Vitamin C element."]
["Creatine."]
["Whey protein."]
["Magnesium."]
["Iron."]
["Calcium."]
The list continued.
All compounds from my previous life.
Here, most likely nonexistent.
I frowned.
—Is it possible to substitute any of them with other medicinal items or herbs?
A minimal pause.
["A sample is required to analyze medicinal properties. At this moment, the data is insufficient."]
I crossed my arms, still feeling the heat pulsing beneath my skin.
A difficult path is still a path.
—As long as there is a path, then it’s fine!
I looked once more at my own body.
A large amount of sticky substance had been produced after practicing the breathing technique.
My skin was covered in that thick and unpleasant secretion.
The mere touch of it against my clothes was already extremely uncomfortable.
I frowned.
—It seems I’ll have to wash up first!
I stood up from the floor.
I walked toward the door of my room.
It was already midnight.
The various young nobles were sleeping deeply in their quarters.
I carefully opened the door and silently left the room.
I proceeded through the dark corridors of the ship toward the bathroom reserved for the acolytes.
["Warning!"]
["A human being is approaching!"]
The Biochip issued the alert in my mind.
I pretended to be unaware of the presence.
I continued moving forward with controlled steps.
—What are you trying to do?
The voice came from behind me.
So fast.
My eyes contracted.
I was already aware, yet I was still unable to visually perceive his approach.
If he has ill intentions, then I definitely won’t be able to resist.
On the surface, I maintained my act.
—Ah... Wh-Who? Who?
I slowly turned my body.
I recognized the figure who had distributed food earlier that day.
It was the man who stood behind the table in the cafeteria.
I remembered that his name was Liny.
— H... hello, Mr. Liny!
— I feel a little dirty and wanted to wash up!
I kept my face pale.
I pretended to be frightened.
Even my voice sounded shaky, as if I could barely speak properly.
— Wash up?
He frowned.
His nose wrinkled slightly.
He could probably smell the unpleasant odor coming from my body.
— Very well!
— At night, the sea is more dangerous, as some maritime creature may attempt to sneak aboard the ship.
— Return to your room quickly after washing up!
He gave me no further attention.
He turned and began walking slowly down the corridors.
He was probably patrolling the ship that night.
— Thank you for your warning, Mr. Liny!
I still gave a respectful salute.
It did not matter whether he heard it or not.
Maintaining that kind of caution had always been part of my principles.
I waited until his presence completely disappeared.
Only then did I move forward.
Soon, I arrived at the ship’s bathroom.
...
On the other side.
...
Liny walked silently through the ship’s night corridors.
His steps were steady, but his mind was far from there.
— The substance expelled from the body after practicing a Knight’s breathing technique.
— What a nostalgic feeling.
— Looking at those youngsters reminds me of my inexperienced past self.
His eyes darkened slightly.
— What a pity.
— If I had also been born into nobility, I wouldn’t have had to suffer as a mercenary.
He pressed his lips together.
— I even risked participating in a Mage’s experiment...
His hand unconsciously touched his own body.
— And ended up in this state.
...
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