The Wizard Has A Biochip

The next day.

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The morning light had barely filtered through the windows of my laboratory when I heard the sound of wagons rolling into the estate’s courtyard.

Viscount Probel had kept his word.

An entire warehouse’s worth of Red Leaves was delivered at daybreak. At the same time, Kant and the others continued traveling through nearby cities, villages, and settlements, following the standing orders I had left behind: purchase every batch of Red Leaves they came across, as long as the quality was acceptable.

The expedition to the Forest of Distant Wind had been expensive.

Very expensive.

But now I was finally beginning to reap the rewards of that investment.

Thanks to the Biochip, the success rate of my modified version of the Plant Blood Mana Potion was absurdly higher than that of any ordinary alchemist.

The problem lay elsewhere.

The consumption of raw materials was simply monstrous.

Each bottle required an absurd amount of carefully selected Red Leaves. On top of that, I could only consume the potion at the exact times designated by the Biochip, when my metabolism and energy particles reached their highest absorption rate.

Even a single minute outside that window drastically reduced its effectiveness.

But the results made it worthwhile.

My Mana was already approaching seven points.

Knock!

Knock!

— Young Master! Kant is back!

Jane’s gentle voice came through the door.

I looked up.

She was wearing an extremely thin black gauze dress.

The nearly transparent fabric perfectly outlined her figure.

The long black stockings accentuated her fair legs even more, while her tied-up hair gave her an elegant appearance that contrasted with the teasing gleam in her eyes.

Ever since she had taken over the management of the estate, Jane had practically become my chief assistant.

She managed the servants.

She managed the finances.

She managed the inventory.

But whenever she stood before me...

She still behaved like an obedient little kitten.

— Let’s go.

I pushed my chair back.

— I want to see him.

My leather shoes echoed through the stone corridor as I walked.

The moment I stepped into the main hallway, two maids immediately bowed.

— Young Master.

I gave them a distracted nod.

That was when my eyes stopped on a girl I had never seen before.

She kept her head lowered.

Her hands were clasped in front of her.

She looked extremely nervous.

I observed her for a few seconds.

She was beautiful.

Very beautiful.

Fair skin.

Long legs.

Slender hips.

A generous bust hidden beneath her maid’s uniform.

She trembled slightly as I approached.

— Are you new?

She swallowed hard.

— Y-Yes... My name is Buxy...

Her voice was barely audible.

— I’m Mark’s daughter... He works on the estate’s ranch... M-My master...

Her nervousness was obvious.

She was probably expecting me to scold her for some mistake.

Instead, I merely smiled faintly.

— Work hard.

I continued walking.

Behind me, I heard a long sigh of relief.

As I walked, I discreetly rubbed my fingers together.

Interesting...

Ever since I had been reborn into this world, I had noticed subtle changes in my personality.

My rationality remained virtually intact.

But...

During moments of peace...

My impulses and the thirst to spill virgin blood and commit rape have consumed my days. I truly love raping; I find it the perfect release when I am agitated and need relief.

I will leave my farm and travel alone to the distant City of the Wind.

At night, I will seek out a young woman who appears vulnerable specifically those feminine ladies who are unable to defend themselves.

Maybe it was hormonal influence, or perhaps I really was a sick man.

I gave a crooked smile.

Well, obviously I’ll only go looking for fresh meat after I’ve raped Buxy with the same rage and violence I felt when I raped Jane; I can hardly wait to see her have multiple orgasms on my cock, which will be slick with the blood from her virgin pussy.

I shook my head.

I erased every trace of expression from my face.

The next instant, I was once again nothing more than the stern mage in charge of the entire estate.

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— Young Master!

Kant dropped to one knee the moment I entered the enormous warehouse.

— Your subordinate managed to gather another twenty kilograms of Red Leaves from the surrounding cities and villages.

I looked at the massive piles of plants stacked throughout the building.

Half of the warehouse was completely filled with dark crimson leaves.

Their distinctive scent permeated the air.

A mixture of damp earth, sap, and something faintly spicy.

I slowly walked over.

Picking up a random leaf, I said,

— Biochip, analyze this Red Leaf!

[Beep!]

[Beginning chemical analysis.]

[Plant structure identified.]

[Herb Name: Red Leaf.]

[Purity: 91.8%.]

[Plant Energy Concentration: High.]

[Residual Mana: 0.82 units.]

[Moisture Content: 13%.]

[Surface Residues: pollen, spores, mineral particles.]

[Medicinal Status: Suitable for alchemy.]

I nodded in satisfaction.

— This batch is still usable.

Kant visibly relaxed.

But his expression soon turned worried again.

— Young Master...

— Go on.

— We’ve practically bought up every Red Leaf available in the province.

I crossed my arms.

— Continue.

— What’s left in the markets is of very poor quality... Several merchants tried to sell us counterfeit batches... Some even mixed in ordinary leaves dyed red...

It was exactly what I had expected.

These plants grew only in Urna Province.

And they required nearly an entire year to mature.

I looked once more at the enormous stockpile.

I ran a few calculations in my head.

Then I compared them with the Biochip’s estimates.

— Suspend all purchases.

Kant raised his head.

— Sir?

— Wait until the next harvest.

He simply nodded.

— As you wish.

I turned my gaze back to the mountains of leaves.

It was obvious.

I had practically monopolized a large portion of the region’s production.

Naturally, the quality of the latest batches had begun to plummet.

Even so...

There was still enough raw material to accomplish my goals.

Most likely, it would be sufficient to produce potions until my body developed complete resistance.

The Biochip had already predicted that outcome.

Each new dose increased my Mana a little less than the previous one.

Eventually...

The improvement would simply come to a halt.

I remained silent for a few moments.

My Mana was already very close to seven points.

Perhaps...

The limit of this formula was eight.

If that hypothesis was correct...

I would still be about three points away from reaching the peak of a Level II Acolyte and finally breaking through to Level III.

The real problem wasn’t that.

The real problem was the next step.

How did someone become an Official Mage?

Not even the Tower’s enormous library had the answer.

For months, I searched through books.

Documents.

Journals.

Ancient reports.

Nothing.

It was as if all of that information had simply been erased.

The great mages carefully concealed every method related to advancement.

To them—and to any acolyte seeking to advance—knowledge was power.

And power was never shared freely.

I was still far from possessing enough authority to access that kind of secret.

One of my greatest hopes for uncovering useful information on the subject remained the same.

The abandoned laboratory hidden deep within the Forest of Distant Wind.

Moreover, I was absolutely certain...

That place had once belonged to an Official Mage.

And for a creature like that to have escaped from there, the place had undoubtedly been abandoned for many years.

Which meant its former owner would most likely never return...

Or was already dead somewhere inside.

Only one obstacle remained.

The defensive magic formations.

If I could neutralize them, I would be able to explore the place and discover what kinds of secrets it had been hiding all this time.

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