The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 18: Finally, the wizards decide to act! Holy shit, is that magic? That... That’s like a nuclear bomb

Chapter 18: Finally, the wizards decide to act! Holy shit, is that magic? That... That’s like a nuclear bomb

Even so, the massacre continued.

The defensive lines were already uneven.

— Shit.

— If this continues, we’re going to die.

Emily, at my side, still held her daggers firmly.

She smiled in an almost provocative way. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

— You’re not going to die.

— The Mages are about to act.

I followed her gaze.

At the center of the beach, the three Mages dressed in white remained untouched.

It was strange.

The spiders circled around them...

But they never crossed an invisible boundary.

As if some primitive instinct screamed at them not to approach.

The biochip amplified my auditory senses.

I caught their conversation clearly.

They didn’t even bother to hide it.

— We need to do something — the woman said, irritated.

— They’ve already killed many of those cockroaches.

Cockroaches.

So that was how they saw us.

— Relax — a man replied, cynical.

— So far only fifteen cockroaches have died. The limit hasn’t been reached yet.

My jaw tightened.

— But it’s getting close — another retorted, more serious.

The third man, who had remained silent, stood up.

— I will do it.

He stepped forward.

The air around him seemed to grow heavier.

— All of you, stupid and lowly animals...

His voice was laden with disdain.

— You dare disturb revered Mages?

— You will die for such a sin.

He began to chant incomprehensible words.

Harsh syllables.

Ancient.

— FireºFireºFireo...

The biochip reacted immediately.

["WARNING!"]

["Radiation source detected!"]

["Energy field discovered!"]

["Suggestion: retreat immediately!"]

I did not retreat.

I stayed.

Watching.

Fascinated.

So this was how magic worked?

An ancient tongue...

A phonetic pattern that activated some kind of energy field?

Each word seemed to vibrate in the air.

The Mage raised his hand.

The nearby spiders instinctively recoiled.

Like prey before an absolute predator.

— Deadly and Explosive Fire Slash!

A crescent-shaped blade of fire appeared above his palm.

It floated.

Defying any physical logic I knew.

["Estimated temperature: 1,000 degrees."]

The heat was already noticeable from a distance.

— Buzz~~

The blade shot forward.

An incandescent trail sliced through the night.

Straight into the center of the swarm.

— Down! Now!

I grabbed Emily and pulled her with me.

We leapt to the ground.

— BOOM!

The explosion was like thunder descending to earth.

A shockwave hit us.

Heat.

Sand.

Bodies being thrown.

I rolled across the ground.

Coughed.

— Cough! Cough!

The air was thick with soot.

I realized we had fallen very close.

Emily was beneath me, and my mouth was vigorously sucking on the tips of her breasts, but her clothing prevented my lips from touching them.

Emily’s face turned so red it looked like a ripe tomato.

For a second, I thought she might explode right there.

But she quickly composed herself and shoved me hard in the chest.

— Eduard, you bastard! How dare you?

I raised my hands in surrender and gave my most carefree smile.

— Relax, beautiful! I only did that to protect you.

I tilted my head slightly, feigning innocence.

— I would never maliciously calculate the exact moment to gain access to your lovely breasts.

She shot me a murderous glare that could have killed an entire army.

For a moment, I thought I might have gone too far.

She sighed and stepped away, as if she were too tired to argue with me anymore.

As she walked off, I heard her low voice, thick with irritation.

— You miserable bastard...

Where the leader of the spiders had once stood...

Now there was only destruction.

The sand had turned into black glass.

Charred bodies scattered like twisted shadows.

No trace of the leader.

I swallowed hard.

— Monsters...

My eyes turned back to the white-robed Mages.

— Those guys...

— They’re not human.

My heart was still racing as I stared at the trail of destruction left by the magic.

I need to obtain it.

No matter the price.

I need that power in my hands.

The Mages showed no emotion.

The leader spoke coldly, completely ignoring the fascinated — and terrified — stares around him.

— Quickly.

— Clean up the battlefield.

His voice was icy.

He simply turned and walked back to the other two, as if he had just swept dust off the floor.

They weren’t here to protect us.

We were tools.

Disposable pieces.

There was a mortality quota.

An acceptable margin of loss.

And the magical crystals of the dead...

That was what truly mattered.

— I expect to obtain at least fifty crystals from those hopeless cockroaches.

The sentence was spoken casually.

If there were no limit...

They would let more die.

I took a deep breath.

Even so, I felt my face grow pale.

So this was the world of the Mages?

Absolute logic.

Cold pragmatism.

Compassion crushed beneath calculations.

Cruelty seen as efficiency.

But if that was the price of power...

I would accept it.

Because in this world, only power decides who lives and who is called a cockroach.

— Everyone, gather up and prepare to clean the battlefield!

— The smell of blood will attract other predators!

Liny shouted.

His blue aura had disappeared.

He was exhausted.

Sweat ran down his face.

Heavy breathing.

The secret ability demanded a high price.

I looked back at the field.

Bodies scattered everywhere.

Among them, I recognized Charles.

Or what remained of him.

His entire group had been wiped out.

Before I could even consider approaching...

The servants collected the bodies.

Not only Charles’s.

But the crystals extracted from all the dead.

They brought them straight to the Mages.

Brutal efficiency.

I smiled faintly at the sight of Charles’s mangled body.

He had tried to humiliate me before.

Now he was nothing more than torn flesh on the sand.

["Nutritional resource detected."]

A blue light flashed before my eyes.

Small red stones were scattered across the bodies of the dead spiders.

I approached one.

I knelt beside the still-warm carcass of a giant spider.

I picked up the red stone between my fingers.

It was warm.

Dense.

— Biochip, analyze this stone.

["Initiating molecular scan..."]

["Organic crystalline structure detected."]

["High concentration of compacted protein and unknown energetic compounds."]

["Analyzing biological function..."]

["Preliminary conclusion: nutritional storage core of giant spiders. Central source of protein and metabolic energy."]

["Comparing with user’s energy-replenishing herbs..."]

["Result: energy efficiency 44.7 times superior."]

["Estimate: one unit can replace cultivation herbs used for Knight breathing technique."]

["Estimated capacity: sustains up to 5 complete daily practice cycles per crystal."]

My heart almost stopped for a second.

Five cycles per day.

Each stone.

Without depending on herbs that occasionally needed to be restocked.

I slowly lifted my gaze.

The field was filled with them.

Hundreds.

Scattered among the carcasses.

My eyes widened.

Then a smile spread across my face.

— Holy shit...

— I’m way too lucky.

I opened my backpack without wasting time.

The smell of dried herbs and crushed fruit rose into the air as I dumped everything onto the ground, as if discarding common trash.

Seeds rolled across the blood-soaked earth.

None of that mattered anymore.

I knelt down and began gathering the red stones.

One.

Two.

Five.

Ten.

Each one still slightly warm, stained with the spiders’ viscous fluid.

I wiped them on my clothes before tossing them into the backpack.

The dry sound of the stones piling up was absurdly satisfying.

The backpack soon became heavy.

Even so, several were still scattered across the battlefield.

But this was already enough.

With this amount, I could break through the bottleneck of the breathing technique I had been practicing.

— Deactivate combat mode.

["Assisted Combat Mode shutting down in 3"]

["...2"]

["...1"]

["Combat Mode terminated"]

The blue light before my eyes disappeared.

That was when I saw her.

Lucy.

Still alive.

Sitting alone on one of the boats at the beach.

Hugging her own legs.

Her hat was gone.

One of her boots as well.

Her shoulders were marked with dried blood.

Her swollen face revealed recent crying.

She looked small.

Fragile.

I watched her in silence for a few seconds.

Charles dead.

Her group exterminated.

A perfect moment to take my revenge...

...

Some time later.

...

— The waters of the Sea of Death truly are a place no ordinary person can cross.

I am sitting in my room as I say this in a low voice.

It has been about ten days since the attack of the giant spiders.

Ten days.

And with each dawn, the world seems to grow more hostile.

During this period, we advanced deeper and deeper into the Sea of Death.

Only then did I realize something disturbing.

The giant spiders of the islands... were merely the base of the food chain.

The bottom.

Disposable meat.

Along the way, I saw entire colonies of creatures whose numbers were no less than those of the spiders.

Living masses moving like black tides across the high skies above the sea.

Their wings spanned several meters.

When they passed over the ship, the sunlight vanished for a moment.

Their cries were shrill.

Hungry.

I also saw monsters dozens of meters long.

Creatures that resembled saber-toothed tigers.

But their bodies were like small walking mountains.

Their mere aura was enough to make me feel suffocated.

Fortunately, the deaths among the apprentices seem to have reached some kind of acceptable limit.

An invisible quota.

The Mages finally began to act more frequently.

They set up magical defensive arrays around the ship.

Runes glowed across the deck at night.

Translucent barriers would rise whenever a creature approached too closely.

And when necessary, they themselves advanced.

Their spells tore through the sky.

Silent explosions in the air.

Blades of energy that sliced through entire groups of monsters.

Thanks to that, many lives were preserved.

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