The Wizard Has A Biochip

The only problem was that its mastery also required a deep understanding of the Earth element.

If I were an ordinary acolyte, perhaps this decision would be considered reckless.

I would be choosing a magic that would improve my future, but that wouldn’t immediately increase my ability to survive.

And that was dangerous.

In the Subterranean World, a single battle could decide everything.

If an enemy of the same level killed me...

My future would simply cease to exist.

But, with the Golems, as long as I had the time and resources to build them, I could use these magical machines as my line of defense.

Therefore, I could afford to look toward the future.

As soon as I made my decision, I went to the commercial area of Kar-Dur Tower.

I needed to buy books about elemental anatomy and bodily variations.

Fortunately, that knowledge was still considered relatively basic.

As long as I had enough magical crystals, I could simply buy it.

Truly profound knowledge about spiritual elemental mutation was another story.

For that, I would probably need to negotiate directly with Official Mages.

But, for now, there was no need.

Raticati carried the books behind me.

He walked with the extremely serious posture of an experienced servant.

The magical collar glowed around his neck.

Some passing acolytes watched us with curiosity.

It was quite unusual to see a brown Rat inside the Tower.

But one glance at the collar was enough for everyone to understand.

He was a magical slave.

Most acolytes who possessed enslaved creatures chose beings that were much more powerful.

Fire Tigers, Sand Elephants, Wind Griffins, among others...

But Raticati didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

Quite the opposite.

He seemed to be having fun.

In one of the stores, I began negotiating the price of some books.

Before I could accept the offer, Raticati approached the seller.

— Master, this price is too high.

The merchant frowned.

— The price is perfectly fair.

— It isn’t.

Raticati smiled.

— I saw the same book being sold for fifteen percent less at another store.

The merchant fell silent.

I looked at Raticati.

He continued.

— Besides, if we buy these other three books together, you could very well offer us a discount.

— Impossible.

— Then we’ll leave.

Raticati turned around.

The merchant panicked.

— Wait!

I almost laughed.

That rat... He was good, Very good.

After a few similar experiences, I realized that he knew how to negotiate and had surprisingly good eloquence.

So I made a decision.

I handed him a list.

— Raticati.

— Yes, master?

I placed my magical crystal card in his paw.

— Buy all of this.

His eyes lit up.

— Everything?

— Everything.

I pointed at the list.

— Just follow the market prices.

— And there is one condition.

— If you manage to get a discount during the negotiation, the amount saved will be your reward.

He froze.

— M-mine?

— Yours.

At that moment, something changed in Raticati’s eyes.

That rat had just found his purpose in life.

From that day onward, Raticati practically became a legend on the first floor of Kar-Dur Tower.

He talked to merchants, Made friends with acolytes, Researched prices...

And before I knew it...

He had transformed into a small merchant.

An extremely greedy rat merchant.

Raticati possessed a natural ability to understand market fluctuations.

Buying cheaply and Selling dearly, Raising prices when a certain item became scarce.

All of that seemed like something that would require some time of human experience.

Raticati learned it in a few days.

Besides, after Raticati became known in the acolyte market, he bought a complete set of clothes using the magical crystals he had managed to accumulate.

I almost didn’t recognize him when he returned to my room.

The rat who had previously looked like a miserable creature from the Subterranean World was now wearing an exquisite and luxurious magical robe.

A complete set of magical equipment gleamed across his small body.

Although I could tell, just from the quality of the arrays and the density of the elemental particles, that most of those items were of low quality, the complete set was still flashy enough to make anyone look twice.

Besides that, he carried a finely crafted magical wand.

A small magical cape trailed behind his body.

Raticati looked absurdly satisfied with himself.

— Master! What do you think?

— You spent magical crystals on a cape with dust resistance?

Raticati lowered his ears.

— It’s also very beautiful, master.

I sighed.

— Get back to work.

— Yes, master!

During the management of his businesses, some market enforcers appeared. They came aggressively, believing they could intimidate a small brown Rat dressed like a merchant.

But all Raticati had to do was mention his master’s name.

After that, the problems mysteriously disappeared.

Medivo had already heard about my participation in the elite training camp and my recent achievements.

He didn’t want to cause trouble.

As long as Raticati didn’t cross certain limits, Medivo would simply pretend not to notice some commercial irregularities.

The ordinary acolytes, naturally, didn’t know this.

Medivo’s strange behavior only fueled their curiosity.

Who was the master of that little Rat?

Why would a market enforcer simply back down after hearing his name?

No one seemed to know.

Thus, a rumor began circulating throughout Kar-Dur Tower.

Some said that Raticati was the servant of a powerful elite acolyte.

Others claimed that he secretly belonged to a family of Mages.

But the most exaggerated rumors claimed that the little brown Rat was, in fact, the personal servant of an Official Mage.

Consequently, encouraged by the rumors about his mysterious origins, Raticati’s business became even more prosperous.

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During those days, I remained locked in my room, concentrating all my attention on my future path as a Mage.

Ever since I had decided to study Light Body, I knew that, in the short term, there would be no explosive increase in my combat strength.

My offensive power still depended too heavily on the physical capabilities of the Golems, but against a Level 2 Acolyte or a newly advanced Level 3 Acolyte, that was normally enough.

But a Consolidated Level 3 Acolyte?

The victory rate became unstable.

A Pseudo-Mage?

The situation became even worse.

But what if I had 2 or 3 black rock basilisks with me?

A cold smile appeared on my face.

If I encountered those same outlaw Pseudo-Mages from our previous encounter again, the situation would no longer be the same.

Last time, I had been forced to flee.

Next time...

Perhaps they would be the ones who needed to flee.

On the fourth day after my safe return to Kar-Dur Tower, I woke up before dawn.

My body was sore.

Over the past few days, I had increased the amount of physical exercise and completely increased my food intake.

Besides that, I continued practicing the physical techniques I had acquired.

The result wasn’t miraculous.

But it was real.

I picked up the small bottle that was on the table.

The Concentrated Mana Potion.

I watched the liquid for a few seconds.

I drank the contents.

The sensation was immediate.

A warm energy traveled through my body.

I closed my eyes and sat down.

But, as expected, after absorbing the potion, the result was weaker than before.

This was a known phenomenon.

The more times someone consumed the same type of potion, the weaker its effect would become.

Until eventually, the potion became completely useless to that individual.

The Mages had researched this for countless years.

And, unfortunately, there was no simple solution.

Besides, acolytes who followed the path of body strengthening spent years strengthening their muscles, bones, and organs.

Creating a powerful body wasn’t something that could be done in a few days.

Knock~~

Knock~~

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

— Master, may I come in?

Raticati’s voice came from the door.

— Come in.

The door opened.

The little Rat entered wearing his ridiculous merchant outfit.

He was holding a scroll.

— Master, I brought the sales reports!

I took the scroll, examined it, and soon returned the scroll and ordered Raticati to leave, then opened my status.

[STATUS]

[Name: George Gil]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 17]

[Race: Human]

[Level: Acolyte III]

[ATTRIBUTES]

[Strength: 4.12]

[Agility: 4.35]

[Vitality: 3.17]

[Mana: 11.14]

My strength and agility had reached 4 points, unfortunately my vitality hadn’t increased much because of the constant mana potions I had been drinking, but even so, I felt stronger than before.

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