The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 80: The invasion begins! War between towers.
After a good night’s sleep, I opened my eyes.
The illuminated stone ceiling reminded me exactly where I was—inside the Tower of Mount Sol.
I let out a long yawn and stretched, feeling my muscles relax after so many hours of rest.
When these spell models are complete... I murmured to myself, feeling excitement rising in my chest.
I’ll take on an exploration mission.
It was time to gain real experience outside the tower.
I got out of bed and walked to the sink, splashing cold water on my face.
The refreshing shock woke me completely.
My hygiene routine was quick—brushing my teeth, fixing my hair.
The life of an engineer in the tower was not very different from that of an ordinary acolyte.
We all had duties to fulfill.
As soon as I left my room, I went straight to find Miguel.
As always, he was absorbed in his tasks, creating devices and performing maintenance.
I did what I had to do, completing my daily tasks without wasting much time.
But my mind was elsewhere.
My armor.
If I am an engineer, I need to dress like one, I muttered to myself as I walked toward my laboratory.
Miguel and Mateo dressed like engineers, but there was a difference.
They did not wear technological armor.
In fact... they did not even look like combat engineers.
Miguel, for example, rarely built weapons or lethal devices.
His focus was on support artifacts.
He specialized in serving wizards who could afford his inventions, building tools that made life easier for those who could pay.
They were in a safe environment.
Here, inside the tower, there was no need for heavy weaponry or combat preparation.
When I finally reached my laboratory, I slid the key into the lock and stepped inside.
A fierce smile spread across my face.
I am different...
When the time comes to leave this school and explore the world...
I will have full armor.
And a fully modified airship.
Surrounded by super machine guns.
If a dragon so much as slips... it will be shot down.
The mere thought made me chuckle softly.
No one had ever seen an engineer like me.
I walked to my chair at the central laboratory table.
Time to design!
—Biochip, design a mechanical arm for my armor.
["Beep!"]
["Task Received..."]
Before my eyes, a hologram of a metal arm began to form, and every part of the arm displayed information.
["Mechanical Arm Blueprint V.01"]
["1. Basic Structure (The ’Skeleton’)"]
["Material"]
["Vil Iron and Vil Bronze. The structure is made of robust components to ensure durability."]
["Design"]
["The arm begins with a framework of metal tubes, connected by joints and supports. The joints are made with Vil bronze pins, allowing smooth movement."]
["Gear Connections"]
["At crucial joint points, the engineer must install gears, creating a mechanical system that allows smooth and controlled motion."]
["2. Joints and Movement"]
["Hyperflexible Joints: The elbow, wrist, and finger joints are made of moving parts that operate with gear systems and steam-powered pistons."]
["Steam Pistons: Connected to the joints, these pistons help generate force for arm movement, with pressure-release valves controlled by a gauge to prevent overload."]
["3. Energy System"]
["The arm is powered by a small steam generator embedded in the user’s torso or within the mechanical arm itself. A small brass boiler, where enchanted magic crystals are heated, generates enchanted steam, which is transferred to the pistons."]
["Steam Conductors: Flexible tubes made of Vil copper and reinforced with enchanted platinum fabric transport steam from the boiler to the pistons and other mechanisms."]
["4. Control System"]
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I moved my fingers in front of the hologram, zooming in on the internal parts of the mechanical arm, observing the details as I adjusted the view to examine each component.
—Biochip, add an energy blade hidden in a compartment on the back of the mechanical hand, I said, my voice firm and full of confidence.
["Beep!"]
Quickly, the hologram of the blade materialized, perfect, shimmering with energy as it integrated into the hidden compartment, invisible until activated.
I zoomed in on the back of the hand to inspect the hidden blade’s details.
The blade looked sharp, lethal, and extremely discreet.
—Satisfied... but what about this hand’s grip strength? I asked, still carefully observing the joints.
["The grip strength of the mechanical hand is far superior to that of an average human. Approximately 30 times stronger than normal, capable of crushing high-density materials with ease."]
I felt immediate satisfaction upon hearing the answer.
The power was satisfying, but something still did not feel quite right.
I did not want to rely solely on a hidden blade in combat situations.
—Biochip, integrate an energy chainsaw into this mechanical arm. I need something more... robust.
["Executing command."]
Within moments, the energy chainsaw was created, its blades spinning with powerful energy.
It fit perfectly into the forearm, ready to be activated whenever necessary.
Now, I had the precision of a hidden blade—but also the brutality of an energy chainsaw to cut through anything standing in my way.
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Somewhere in the sky...
Brenda sat with the grace of a goddess atop the head of an enormous bird, resembling a giant falcon.
Her lilac eyes reflected the glow of the blue sky, steady and serene as she observed the horizon with piercing intensity.
The black uniform she wore, perfectly fitted to her slender and elegant body, flowed in the wind.
Her white hair, like silver threads, danced gently in the breeze, contrasting against her dark skin.
Around her, an army of falcons—also carrying other acolytes—soared high in the sky, their dark bodies like shadows slicing through the clouds.
Brenda was alone at the front, her posture upright, firm, and unshakable.
She slowly turned her head to look behind her, her yellow eyes gleaming in the sunlight.
There, high above, floated a solitary figure—a skull—wearing the same black cloak as Brenda.
The skull, its eye sockets emanating intense blue flames, seemed to question the mission that lay ahead.
Brenda tilted her head slightly to the side, a subtle gesture, almost imperceptible, yet carrying a clear meaning.
A signal for the skull to approach.
—Don’t worry, Brenda said, a soft smile dancing on her lips.
—It wouldn’t be wise for any of us to attempt to invade the Tower of Mount Sol.
—But this is not my mission; I am merely following orders to carry out a few attacks on the acolytes, try to kill some, and then leave.
She paused, her eyes softening as she looked at the skull with a gleam of determination.
—If I succeed, I will finally obtain the necessary knowledge... the formula to advance. To become a full-fledged mage.
The skull laughed, the sound of its laughter echoing like a dark joke.
Then, something peculiar happened—its skeletal body began to change.
Its bones restructured, rapidly transforming into something else.
Within seconds, the skull’s body bent and reshaped, revealing a young and slender figure—a dark-skinned lolita with delicate features and a determined appearance.
She was a lolita, a Level 2 Acolyte, now transformed into an imposing yet graceful figure.
She looked at Brenda with a playful smile, her eyes—once burning with blue flames—now returned to normal.
—I can’t wait to see you finally become a mage, Brenda, she said enthusiastically, her words filled with contagious excitement.
—And when that happens... who knows, maybe I’ll finally break free from this curse of being a lolita.
Brenda looked at her sister Bleia, now in her lolita form, with a gaze of compassion—but also firmness.
She knew that for Bleia to have a chance to escape the curse that bound her, it would take more than simply relying on her strength.
It required a level of power she still lacked.
—Bleia, you know what you must do, Brenda said, her voice deep and calm, yet carrying a seriousness that could not be ignored.
—It’s not only my help that you need.
—You must advance to Level 3 as soon as possible.
—Only then can you begin to think about escaping this curse that weighs upon you.
Bleia sighed, a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her frustrations and limitations.
She knew Brenda was right.
She turned her gaze toward the horizon.
As her eyes focused into the great distance, something began to stand out.
A colossal, titanic mountain appeared on the horizon.
Bleia looked upward, her eyes fixed on the mountain that seemed to pierce through the deep blue sky.
She knew this was the place they needed to reach, but the cost of the journey was undeniable.
—We’ll have to climb it manually, Bleia said, her voice filled with concern.
—The giant falcons won’t be able to handle the altitude any longer. This mountain... is too much even for them.
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