The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 70: Charlotte’s accusation

Daniel turned with an impassive expression, shifting his attention to the corpses of Bruce and Maral, which lay nearby.

He walked slowly toward them, as if admiring the result of a grotesque work of art.

Bruce’s corpse was a macabre sight.

His skin was pale and dry, stretched like old leather over his bones.

His face, which had been vibrant and healthy moments before, was now a wrinkled and deformed mask, resembling that of a mummy buried for centuries.

The reason was clear: Helena’s uncontrollable thirst for blood had completely drained Bruce’s life force, leaving him in a deplorable state.

On the other hand, Maral’s body had met an even more brutal fate.

Although he had not been drained of blood, he had been torn in half, ripped apart in a bloody and cruel manner that severed both shoulders from the torso.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, observing the bodies with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

—The original Apprentice Leader is dead... he murmured, thoughtfully.

His bright, piercing eyes shifted to Henry, who was lying on the ground, pretending to be unconscious.

A cruel smile spread across Daniel’s lips.

—I will replace him! Remember to properly manage all the apprentices.

Without warning, he pointed a thin finger at Henry, who could barely contain the trembling of his body as he felt the mage’s gaze upon him.

Daniel knew that Henry was not truly unconscious, but he chose to ignore the fact, satisfied with the act the young man was putting on.

After giving his orders, Daniel extended his hand toward the space around him.

The bubbles of light that illuminated the corridor walls began to shine intensely before disintegrating into sparks that vanished into the air.

When the light returned to normal, both the mage Daniel and Helena had completely disappeared, leaving behind a sepulchral silence.

Henry remained still for a few seconds, trying to steady his uneven breathing.

His body was still trembling violently, and the smell of urine mixed with the stench of blood in the air.

He could barely believe that he had survived that terrible encounter.

However, his eyes showed something beyond fear—a glint of excitement.

Finally, he managed to stand up, though his steps were unsteady.

Henry looked at the corpses of Bruce and Maral, and an idea seized his mind.

In desperate haste, he threw himself onto Bruce’s body, beginning to rummage through his pockets.

—Where is it? Where is it?! he muttered to himself, his hands trembling as they searched through the corpse’s belongings.

Henry knew what he was looking for: the magical rune that symbolized the title of Apprentice Leader among the tower’s acolytes.

Now that Bruce was dead, the title belonged to him.

It was the opportunity Henry had been waiting for, even amid absolute horror.

When he finally found the small object, a satisfied smile formed on his face.

—That’s it... Now I am the Apprentice Leader!!

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A few days later.

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I was sitting in the chair in my room, my elbows resting on my knees and my fingers intertwined as I stared out the window.

The gentle wind stirred the trees, creating a tranquil rhythm, but my mind did not follow nature’s calm.

I was restless, trapped in the memory of the past few days, especially what had happened with Helena.

Helena...

Her image was still vivid in my head, and I couldn’t help but think that Daniel had probably already taken measures against her.

After all, she had killed three people, and in a place like this, there was no escaping the consequences.

Helena was no longer the same sweet and naive doll.

She had transformed into something completely different, something wilder, more dangerous.

And I... I found it amusing.

Of course, at first I found it strange and rejected the idea, but now I found it almost entertaining.

There was something fascinating about the way she became another person when she let her anger and instincts take control.

The idea of having her in my arms, a wild and nearly feral version of her, stirred my mind.

I could imagine the taste of her pussy squeezing my dick.

But then I shook my head.

Today was the day I was going to buy a laboratory.

Something more important than dwelling on thoughts like that.

But first, I still had to go through my teacher Miguel’s routine.

I stood up from the chair, left the room, and before heading to Miguel’s laboratory, I went to the cafeteria to eat.

After a quick meal, I went to the laboratory.

As soon as I entered, I was interrupted by Charlotte’s voice, which was visibly upset.

—He raped me! she shouted, pointing directly at me.

I frowned, surprised by the accusation.

I raised my hands, trying to remain calm.

—What? How could I possibly do something like that?

Miguel was at his desk, clearly bored, almost uninterested in the situation.

He sighed, probably already used to so many bizarre situations happening inside the tower.

To him, it seemed trivial.

—Silence! he ordered, his voice deep and relentless.

—Do you know how many years I have been alive? he looked at Charlotte and me, waiting for an answer.

But both of us remained silent, unable to respond, perhaps because of the weight of the question, perhaps because we knew it would not be worth it.

When Miguel was angry, he was not someone who liked to be questioned.

He continued without hurry.

—I am a dwarf mage, an engineer par excellence.

—I have been alive for more than 200 years.

—I have had so many acolytes to teach that these mundane relationships have lost their meaning to me.

—So I do not want to hear you talking about this.

His voice sounded almost indifferent, as if human drama were something distant to him, something he had overcome long ago.

Charlotte, still visibly shaken, seemed to try to hold herself together, but she failed.

She was crying, with pain and anger mixed in her eyes.

—Master! she exclaimed, looking at Miguel with a pleading expression.

—Eduard raped me and filled me with filthy semen to the point that, when I regained consciousness, I had to take a cleansing potion to remove his filthy genes from my womb.

Her words struck me, but at the same time, something inside me was not shaken.

I simply watched the scene without responding, with a smile that I knew would be the last thing she wanted to see.

Miguel looked at her with an intensity that further silenced the room.

His aura changed instantly, becoming threatening.

Charlotte realized the gravity of the situation and, without saying anything more, fell silent.

The feeling in the air was palpable—any additional word from her could mean a price to be paid.

—Now that you understand... Miguel said in a more authoritative voice. —Go dig and stop wasting my time.

There was no room for anything else.

The order had been given.

With no other choice, we picked up the tools from the corner of the room and left the laboratory in complete silence, heading toward the tower’s mine.

During the time we spent digging, everything was muffled by the tension in the air.

Charlotte, still furious, did not say a single word to me and I, in turn, ignored her completely.

There was no point in trying to calm her down or explain anything—better to let her deal with her own feelings.

When we finally returned to Miguel’s laboratory, the tension remained.

Charlotte did not look at me and, frankly, I understood and did not care.

I know that losing one’s virginity was something sentimental for women.

After that, I went to the laboratory area.

The acolytes’ laboratory area was located in the most remote part of the tower, a place that seemed intentionally distant from anything busy or public.

White marble stone walls surrounded the space, neatly stacked in a way that gave it a sense of sturdiness, as if anything that tried to invade this place would be mercilessly repelled.

I looked at the runes carved into the walls, some of a protective nature, others of restriction, but two caught my attention once I managed to identify them.

One was a symbol for isolation from spiritual energy contamination—essential to prevent the magic of one experiment from affecting others nearby—and the other was for structural reinforcement, ensuring that the walls would withstand even the most intense tests.

As I observed the surroundings while walking toward the counter, I heard the voice of a tall, bald man who, with a jovial smile, addressed me.

—Hello, looking for a laboratory? he seemed quite friendly, as if he were used to dealing with acolytes in search of space for their research.

—Yes, I would like to buy one, I replied, keeping my tone firm and direct.

—We have two large areas designated for Acolytes and Mages.

—The area for Acolytes is the one you can access, and within it, the space is divided into individual and shared rooms.

—A shared room means you will build and conduct your experiments alongside someone else.

—That may cause some interruptions due to interaction with others, but it is cheaper. Now, if you prefer an individual room, the fees are considerably higher.

The idea of a shared laboratory did not appeal to me much.

—What are the costs for an individual laboratory? I asked, observing the bald man, who now seemed more excited. His eyes gleamed, as if he had finally identified a potential client with good purchasing power.

He picked up a book that was on the counter and opened it, showing the different laboratory options available.

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