The Wizard Has A Biochip

Chapter 14: Recouping the profits and meeting a group of dangerous MILFs.

As soon as the narrator officially announced Mork’s victory, I stood up from my chair because I didn’t like watching what Mork was doing to Myla.

I smiled faintly.

After all, I preferred to do it myself.

I walked down the stadium steps along with dozens of other people.

After a few minutes of waiting, I arrived at the betting counter once again.

I carefully handed over the betting slip.

The attendant checked the number.

He consulted the large record book.

He nodded.

—Bet confirmed.

He opened a small wooden box.

He carefully counted out ten bluish magical crystals.

He slid them toward me.

—Congratulations on your win.

I collected the crystals.

I put them into my leather pouch.

Without wasting any time, I walked over to Cedric’s counter.

As I approached...

I noticed another young man was being served.

He looked completely desperate.

His eyes were bloodshot.

His hands were trembling.

—I...

—I lost everything.

Cedric remained calm.

—I understand.

—How much do you need this time?

—20 crystals...

Cedric gave him a polite smile.

—Of course.

—I can arrange that immediately.

The young man let out a sigh of relief.

But Cedric continued.

—However...

—Since this will be your second financial transaction within a very short period...

—I’ll need to apply a higher risk fee.

The young man didn’t even ask how much.

He simply replied at once.

—I accept.

Cedric nodded.

—Excellent.

—Sign here.

The young man signed without even reading it properly.

He received the crystals.

And practically ran back to the betting area.

I subtly shook my head.

When it was my turn, Cedric smiled immediately.

—George.

—You’re back already.

I placed the small pouch on the counter.

—I’m here to pay off my debt.

Cedric counted the crystals.

Then he opened a drawer.

He took out my contract.

As soon as he received the full payment...

The parchment glowed briefly.

The strange sensation I had felt when I signed it simply disappeared.

Cedric smiled.

—Our business is concluded.

He picked up the contract.

And burned it in a small blue flame.

The parchment turned to ashes within a few seconds.

Then he looked back at me.

—Since you’ve proven yourself to be a responsible client...

—I have much better offers for you this time.

He opened another drawer.

He took out some new contracts.

—Higher amounts.

—Lower interest rates.

—Longer repayment terms.

He pushed them toward me.

I smiled.

—Thank you.

—But I’ll have to decline.

He raised an eyebrow.

—Are you sure?

—These are excellent opportunities.

I nodded.

—I prefer to bet only with my own money.

Cedric maintained his professional smile.

—That’s a shame.

—Our doors will remain open if you change your mind.

I inclined my head slightly.

—Thank you.

I stepped away from the counter.

As I walked back toward the stands, I thought quietly.

The biochip was extremely efficient.

But...

It wasn’t omniscient.

All it took was a single unforeseen event.

An unknown variable.

An unexpected injury.

Any detail outside the simulation...

And all my money could disappear.

If that happened while using borrowed money...

I’d end up in Cedric’s hands.

I would never allow that.

...

Some time later.

...

Before each match...

I analyzed both participants.

Estimated the probabilities.

And only then did I place my bet.

I won one.

Then another.

Another one.

Again.

And again.

Five consecutive victories.

Always doubling the amount I wagered.

Before I realized it...

My small pouch already contained sixty-four magical crystals.

I ran my fingers over it.

It still felt hard to believe.

I smiled.

Earlier...

I had imagined stepping into the arena.

Fighting.

Risking my life to earn money.

Now I realized just how naive that idea had been.

Why risk dying...

When I could earn crystals simply by watching?

As long as there were people willing to fight...

I could make a profit without putting my own head on the line.

It was right after my fifth consecutive victory that something unexpected happened.

The man in charge of the betting called out to me.

—George Gil.

I walked over to the counter.

He opened a small box lined with dark velvet.

Inside was an elegant silver card.

Engraved at its center was the symbol of the Death Arena.

The attendant placed it in my hand.

—Congratulations.

—As of today, you’re officially considered a veteran bettor of this arena.

I looked at the card as it reflected the light.

He continued.

—With this...

—You’ll have access to the premium seats reserved for our frequent bettors.

—You’ll also be able to use priority service during certain hours.

I carefully put the card away.

—Understood.

The moment I turned around...

I noticed several pairs of eyes following my every movement.

Some were filled with obvious envy.

But no one dared approach me.

It wasn’t hard to understand why.

After three months of intensive training in the Gil family’s breathing technique...

My physique attracted attention wherever I went.

Among all the bettors present...

Very few possessed a body comparable to mine.

Even if someone considered stealing that card...

They would probably think twice before trying.

And that...

Was exactly how I preferred it.

That’s enough for today.

I had no intention of turning this into an addiction.

I’d be staying in this tower for a long time.

There would be plenty of opportunities to increase my fortune.

Excessive greed was usually the shortest path to disaster.

I took a deep breath and began walking away from the crowd.

When I reached a quieter corridor, I took the silver card out of my pocket.

Then I looked up.

Above the ordinary stands was a second level.

That’s where the private boxes were located.

Since I’d received this card...

It would be a waste not to check them out.

I slipped the card back into my pocket and walked toward the staircase leading up.

As I climbed...

The atmosphere changed completely.

The noise faded.

People shouted less.

When I finally reached the entrance to the private boxes, I noticed that the patrons there were completely different from the ordinary bettors.

Their clothes were far more elegant.

Most of them appeared to be much older, or at the very least, far more experienced.

Nearly everyone there was probably already a level-two acolyte or higher.

I kept walking.

Before I could enter, a young man wearing a pointed hat held an arm out in front of me.

In his other hand, he held a pipe connected by a thin tube to a small glass container fastened to his waist.

Greenish smoke drifted slowly from his lips.

I recognized the smell immediately.

It was the exact same drug the vendor had been offering at the entrance to the arena.

The young man took another drag.

Then slowly exhaled the smoke.

—The upper boxes are exclusive.

—Go back to the regular stands.

Without saying a word, I calmly took out the silver card.

His eyes dropped to my hand.

The instant he saw it, his expression changed.

Then he stepped aside.

As soon as I walked through the entrance...

I was genuinely impressed.

The private box was spacious.

Dark wooden tables were arranged throughout the room.

Extremely comfortable armchairs occupied the front row.

Small groups chatted quietly while watching the arena through the enormous open balcony.

But...

Something in that place caught my attention far more.

A slight chill ran down my spine.

It felt like walking through a thunderstorm.

The sensation resembled electricity building up in the air.

I frowned.

—Biochip.

—Analyze some of these people.

[Beep!]

[Initiating scan...]

...

...

[Error.]

[Unknown interference detected.]

[Attempting to penetrate the energy layer...]

[Failed.]

[Failed.]

[Failed.]

I raised an eyebrow.

—Explain.

[Hypothesis: The analyzed individuals possess an energy layer surrounding their bodies.]

[This energy directly interferes with the Biochip’s scanning process.]

[Recommendation: Increase your own level before attempting further analyses.]

I smiled faintly.

Interesting...

So there were limits.

My biochip wasn’t capable of analyzing just anyone.

The stronger the target...

The greater the interference seemed to be.

I committed that information to memory.

Then I walked over to an empty seat in the front row of the private box.

From there...

The view of the arena was perfect.

I had barely settled into my seat when I heard several women laughing behind me.

—Just look at him...

—What a handsome young man.

—Is he new?

—I don’t think I’ve seen that face before.

I subtly turned my head.

Five women were chatting at a nearby table.

All of them appeared to be older than me.

They were dressed in elegant clothing.

One of them immediately stood out.

She was the tallest of the group.

Her long legs were crossed gracefully, her red hair was tied into an elegant bun, and her fair skin looked remarkably smooth.

She rested her face on one hand.

She smiled with amusement as she watched me.

—He noticed we’re looking at him.

The others laughed.

—He’s blushing.

—How adorable.

The oldest woman let out a soft chuckle.

—I’m going to have a little fun.

She discreetly raised one hand.

My heart began to race.

[Beep!]

[Danger detected!]

Everything happened far too quickly.

A small pink heart appeared above the woman’s palm.

It floated silently through the air.

Toward my chest.

—Wait...

Before I could react...

The little heart passed straight through my body.

My entire vision was flooded with a pink glow.

The sounds around me became distant.

My mind seemed to sink into a haze.

Before I realized it...

I was already on my feet.

I walked straight up to the woman.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind in an impulsive embrace.

I leaned in close to her ear.

And whispered, completely captivated.

—You... are truly beautiful... How about we go to a room? Let’s have some fun!

The other women burst into laughter.

—Hahahahaha!"

—He actually fell for it!"

—Look at the look on his face!"

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