The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 38: Magical literacy.1

After the bath, I felt refreshed, but something still bothered me—my messy hair and the beard starting to sprout.

I need to deal with this, I thought as I approached the mirror once more.

I leaned in, staring at my reflection.

My hair was a complete mess, and my uneven mustache was a joke.

I sighed.

I started searching the bathroom for anything that could help me shave or cut my hair, but there was absolutely nothing.

Of course... Looks like I’ll have to create those tools in the future.

Then I remembered the trash can where I had thrown my old clothes.

I left the bathroom and headed over there.

After rummaging for a moment, I found what I was looking for: a small blade that had once been part of a worn dagger.

I held it carefully, examining its surface.

This will do.

I returned to the bathroom mirror, the blade in hand.

Bringing it close to my face, I began to work.

With slow and precise movements, I shaved away every strand of beard that dared to grow.

The cold, rough metal was far from comfortable, but it did the job.

From time to time, I stopped to rinse my face and clean the blade before continuing.

After finishing my face, I moved on to my hair.

I lifted a blond lock and, without hesitation, cut it near the root. I repeated the process until everything was short and even.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized the style resembled a military cut—practical and efficient.

I washed my face and hair again, cleaning away the remnants of my improvised haircut.

After one last look in the mirror, I left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.

I approached the wardrobe and opened it carefully.

Inside were the tower uniforms, impeccably folded.

I picked up the complete set.

White pants, a hooded tunic, a pair of white gloves, and matching boots.

Each piece was adorned with small golden sun designs on the cloak and boots—symbols of the solar disk above the tower where I was.

I began to dress.

First, I put on the white pants, adjusting them at the waist so they fit comfortably.

The fabric was soft and light, yet firm enough to allow freedom of movement.

Next, I took the tunic and pulled it over my head, letting the hood rest on my back for now.

Then I put on the boots.

Finally, I slipped on the gloves.

When I looked at myself in the wardrobe mirror, a completely different figure stared back at me.

Clean, with short hair and an immaculate uniform, I truly looked like I belonged in that place.

"Now I’m ready," I murmured, feeling more confident.

I walked over and sat at the table, placing two books on it.

I lifted my head, contemplating the view stretching beyond the window in front of me.

The blue sky seemed to vanish at the altitude where the tower stood, but below me lay the mountainous forest where the tower had been built.

With a sigh, I turned my attention back to the books on the table.

The first had a red cover with black letters that trembled.

The title, when I managed to focus on it, read "Magical Alphabet." The second, with a blue cover and equally shifting black letters, was titled "Magical Numbers."

I observed the letters on the covers for a moment.

It was as if they defied my perception, shifting or trembling whenever I tried to understand them.

My mind still isn’t ready to comprehend all this, I thought.

I’m just a novice acolyte and, consequently, magically illiterate. Maybe that’s it... or perhaps the spell on these books is unstable.

I decided to start with the red book.

The Magical Alphabet seemed like the more logical starting point.

After all, language was the foundation of any knowledge, magical or mundane.

I opened the book and immediately gave a mental command to the biochip inside my mind.

—Create a folder in the database!

["Beep!"]

["Folder successfully created!"]

—Rename this folder to Magical Alphabet!

["Name successfully changed!"]

With everything prepared, I continued.

—Now begin extracting the information from the book in my hands.

As soon as I gave the command, my eyes shone with light while a beam of energy emerged, scanning the pages line by line, capturing every detail.

As the laboratory processed the information, I noticed the density of the content.

They were not just symbols—they were entities in themselves, containing fragments of raw magical power.

The biochip began generating a summary as it analyzed the book.

Each letter of the magical alphabet has an intrinsic meaning and is associated with a specific form of magical energy.

When used individually, these letters channel small amounts of energy, but when combined in synchronization, they can produce effects in reality.

For acolytes with little spiritual energy, attempting to pronounce magical words using these letters drains mental energy, exhausting vitality as fuel to activate spells.

That is why pronunciation practice must be approached with extreme caution or only after reaching acolyte level two or three.

An ordinary person who dares to touch a magical book without being magically literate will face severe consequences.

The words will overload their mind, leaving them unable to control their own body for a period of time.

This happens because of the supernatural force of the letters, which interact directly with the mind.

Only those who have undergone the first initiation ritual and officially become level-zero acolytes can overcome this psychic effect, gaining access to the magical knowledge hidden within the pages.

["Information successfully extracted!"]

I smiled and carefully closed the book.

Each letter can shape reality... now everything makes sense, I thought.

When I looked at the closed book in my hands, an unpleasant memory surfaced.

So that’s why, at the camp near Lucario Tower, when I tried to decipher those strange letters on the white tent of the mage Doger—the one who looked like a duck.

Back then, I had been consumed by curiosity—a curiosity that had nearly cost me dearly.

The moment I tried to analyze the words inscribed on that tent, an overwhelming wave overtook me.

I collapsed to the ground, unable to control my own body, as if my mind had been torn away from me.

At that moment, if it hadn’t been for Emily waking me up, I would truly have been in serious trouble.

I took a deep breath, accepting the truth.

I was reckless, but at least now I know why.

With that reflection, I issued a clear mental command.

—Activate my virtual laboratory!

["Beep!"]

["Virtual laboratory is initializing..."]

Suddenly, the environment around me changed.

While my physical body remained seated in the room’s chair, my consciousness was transported into a vast and infinite digital world.

It was like floating in an endless void, a space where the horizon seemed nonexistent.

Floating at the center of this immense emptiness, I crossed my arms and looked around, reflecting.

Previously, I had no reason to explore the laboratory in depth.

The basic functions were more than enough for almost everything. For example, when I customized that knight breathing technique, everything was simple.

There was no magic involved, so the biochip merely retrieved memories and organized the data I already had.

But now... now I’m dealing with something completely different.

I took a deep breath and gave another order.

—Create a hologram of me and have it practice the magical alphabet.

Almost instantly, the empty space began to glow.

Lines of light intertwined, forming a perfect silhouette—a precise reflection of myself.

The hologram had the same serious expression, the same clothes, and even the same determined gaze I carried at that moment.

As soon as it was fully formed, the hologram began moving its lips, carefully reciting the magical letters.

["&"]

["@"]

["*"]

["^"]

...

Each sound produced seemed to echo through the digital void, while energy vibrated around it.

The hologram tried combining the letters into syllables, as if searching for the perfect formula to shape reality.

I watched attentively, my arms still crossed.

This should preserve my mental energy.

If I force my mind to learn the alphabet directly, I might end up exhausted before finishing even a single sentence.

The hologram continued its training, reciting and adjusting the combinations of letters.

Sometimes the syllables failed, and the sound produced seemed unstable, but constant practice showed progress.

["("]

["Ç"]

["Ú"]

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