The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 73: An engineering feat... I hope nobody knows I managed to build this.
As soon as the tweezers inside the furnace reached the ideal temperature, I picked up the crystal and placed it on the table.
It was time to inscribe the runes.
I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
My spiritual energy was already scarce, and I knew that any mistake would cost me not only time, but also my stamina.
With one hand over the crystal and the other carving symbols into it with the heated tweezers, I began chanting the incantations I had memorized.
—RefiºRefilºRefi~~
My voice echoed softly through the room, each syllable carrying the precise intention of imbuing the runes with power.
At that moment, I felt a faint vibration in the crystal—a sign that my magic was being absorbed.
But along with it came the inevitable drain on my spiritual energy.
My body trembled slightly, a chill ran down my spine, and my vision darkened at the edges.
I clenched my teeth and continued.
This was only the first step.
—ReeefiºReeefilºRefiii~~
Then, the moment I carved the final rune, a sudden sharp pain struck my head.
I dropped the crystal and brought my hand to my nose, feeling something warm running down.
When I looked at my fingers, there it was—blood.
Tch... I was expecting this.
It was not the first time I had exhausted my spiritual energy to this extent.
My body simply did not have enough reserves to endure such meticulous work.
If it were not for the biochip’s support, I would not have been able to inscribe those runes with the necessary precision.
Shaking my head, I wiped the blood on my sleeve.
It was nothing.
I could not afford to falter now.
With the crystal properly enchanted, I could move on to the next stage of construction.
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After completing all the steps, I held the finished capsule between my fingers, watching small droplets of enchanted liquid shimmer across its metallic surface.
A faint bluish vapor escaped from the test valves, swirling in the air.
"Stiffff~~~"
The pulsing glow of the healing crystal inside the capsule reflected in my eyes, still linked to the biochip’s detailed zoom.
["Zoom: 100x"]
The zoom allowed me to see even the finest lines of the runes engraved into the magical core.
With one final precise turn of the screwdriver, I felt the internal gears align in perfect harmony.
The last adjustment on the sealing ring ensured that no energy would be lost—the system was sealed.
I took a deep breath and rotated the capsule in my hand, inspecting every detail.
This was the moment of truth.
I gently pressed the test switch.
"Click~~"
A click echoed through the room and, for a brief moment, a burst of enchanted vapor escaped from the side tubes.
"Stiifffffffff~~~"
The capsule glowed brightly—a soft, comforting light—before gradually stabilizing.
That was the confirmation.
It worked...
A satisfied smile formed at the corner of my lips.
["Instant Healing Capsule successfully constructed!"]
The biochip’s message appeared before my eyes, but I already knew it before reading the words.
The device was flawless.
I looked around the messy laboratory—leftover materials, scattered tools, open flasks... Controlled chaos, but nothing I could not clean up later.
Raising the capsule toward the furnace light, I admired it.
—If each of these sells for 15 magic crystals...
I ran the calculations quickly.
Healing potions were essential items, but they had the limitation of requiring direct application to wounds.
This capsule, however, would envelop the user’s entire body, healing non-lethal injuries quickly and efficiently.
Its value was far greater.
If I manufactured at least 34 of them, I would recover the laboratory’s initial investment.
The only problem was that it would completely drain my remaining reagents.
But my decision had already been made.
Before selling, I needed stock.
Mass production.
But without drawing attention.
This also proved something important—my precision, enhanced by the biochip, gave me an overwhelming advantage over the others.
For meticulous tasks, where every detail mattered, I was one step ahead.
The next step is to remain focused and advance to Acolyte Level 2...
If I could improve my capabilities, I could establish an efficient cycle—produce healing capsules, sell them to acquire magic crystals, and at the same time expand my knowledge.
According to the biochip’s calculations, I still needed nearly a year to reach Acolyte Level 2.
If I tried to accelerate the process without allowing my body to adapt to the magical codes, I would end up creating an overload.
And that meant only one thing—collapse.
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Six months passed before I even realized it.
I walked through the Tower’s corridors, my head full of thoughts.
My right hand, hidden inside my sleeve, gripped a prototype healing capsule.
For half a year, I had been pretending to produce capsules without success...
I glanced at the acolytes walking past me, absorbed in their own matters.
In six months, many things had changed in the tower.
Helena was still alive, but she remained locked in her room.
Even when I invited her out, she refused.
Mateo had made incredible progress in the field of automatons, creating new technology.
Charlotte, after years of attempts and failures, had finally built a functional engineering item and earned Miguel’s recognition.
But what concerned me most...
Oliver, the 5-star acolyte who had become Marcelina’s apprentice, had already advanced to Level 2.
I remembered the expression on Liam’s face when he told me that news.
The same Liam who had been humiliated by Oliver in the balloon.
When he spoke, I tried to hide my reaction, but I couldn’t completely mask the envy that burned inside me.
The truth was simple—the bodies of fifth-grade Acolytes were on a different level.
Their bodies adapted faster.
They could construct magical codes without the constant fear of collapsing under the pressure.
And I was not one of them.
I had no deep feelings for Liam, nor did I consider him a rival.
He was just another ordinary Acolyte.
This semester had been entirely devoted to the healing capsule.
After exhausting the reagents in the laboratory storage, I purchased a large quantity of ingredients, conducted countless construction sessions, and invested all the profit I earned from selling cocaine into the development of this device.
Of course, I also made sure to create a façade, hiding the existence of the biochip.
I tried to build the capsule without its help a few times.
The result?
Success rate: zero.
Up to now, I had wasted a dozen magical crystals.
But it was all part of the plan.
Occasionally, I brought the "problems I pretended to encounter" to my mentor, Miguel, asking for advice on the basics—how to carve crystals more efficiently, how to avoid instability in runic circuits.
Behind that mask of apparent difficulty, the reality was different.
With the biochip, my abilities had already surpassed Mateo’s.
The only one who still outclassed me was Miguel—and that was because he was a mage.
Today would be an important day.
Today would be the day I "accidentally" succeeded in building a healing capsule and let Miguel evaluate it.
To make everything more convincing, I carefully controlled the process.
I deliberately introduced subtle errors—small defects in the gears, minor imperfections in the rune seal.
Nothing that would compromise its function, but enough to make it look like the imperfect work of a Level 1 Acolyte.
Even so, for someone at my level, it would be considered a great achievement.
My hand instinctively tightened around the capsule.
After today, I could start selling them in broad daylight.
After today, the profits would begin to flow freely.
James, one of the Acolytes who came from the same place as Liam, Oliver, and the others, was already close to advancing to Level 2 Acolyte.
I couldn’t fall behind.
I entered Miguel’s laboratory.
He was busy adjusting a magical circuit when he looked at me.
—Eduard, are you having more problems with constructing the healing capsule? he asked, frowning slightly.
There was something in my posture today that made him observe me more closely.
I took a deep breath.
—No, sir! I said, trying to sound optimistic while maintaining a slight trace of hesitation. —I succeeded once last night!
The circuit Miguel was holding trembled in his hands.
—What? His eyes narrowed. —Although your talent in engineering has impressed me, making a healing capsule is not that simple!
I could feel the genuine surprise in his voice.
It was exactly the reaction I wanted.
Over the past six months, Miguel had seen my progress.
I bombarded him with questions, made sure to demonstrate a gradual learning curve.
But in his mind, it was still too early for me to achieve such success.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mateo tremble slightly while carving codes into a raw crystal.
Black smoke rose from the crystal.
He sighed and turned toward me.
Charlotte, on the other hand, had a different reaction.
She simply leaned back, her eyes fixed on me.
There was contempt there.
A reflection of what happened in the Den of the Useless.
But now... I felt that contempt had transformed into something else.
Every time I passed by her, she would blush.
Perhaps it was anger mixed with something she didn’t even want to admit.
But her pride—the fact that she was one level above me—kept her from showing anything else.
That made sense—no matter how bad things were, not even the worst female Acolyte would date someone inferior.
Well, that’s the damn curse women carry.
They will never be happy because they are always looking for a partner better than the one they have.
Their hypergamy is like Superman’s kryptonite.
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