The Wizard Has A Biochip

Chapter 7: Beep! Why not revive your family’s technique, dear host?

I slipped my hand into my pocket.

I took out the small silver key.

I inserted it into the lock.

Click~~

I turned the doorknob.

I pushed the door open.

I stepped inside.

I closed it behind me once again.

The room fell silent again.

I let out a long sigh.

Not feeling like sitting at the table, I walked over to the window.

The morning sun illuminated part of the room.

A cool breeze flowed through the opening, gently stirring my hair.

I crossed my arms.

I need to become stronger. But how?

Train my body?

Of course.

But that would take far too long to produce truly significant results.

Learn magic?

That too.

But there were still five months left until the professors were chosen.

Besides, I had no intention of drawing attention to myself before the time was right.

Develop some kind of technology in a short period?

I smiled to myself.

There wasn’t even electricity in that world.

My scientific advantage existed.

But it was still far too early to put it into practice.

I spent long minutes thinking.

However, no truly good idea came to mind.

—Biochip, do you have any suggestions?

[Beep!]

[Suggestion found.]

[Gil Family Breathing Technique]

[Origin: Host’s memories.]

[Status: Never practiced.]

I immediately raised an eyebrow.

Then I lightly tapped my forehead.

Of course...

How could I have forgotten?

Even though the former George had never taken his training seriously...

The memories were still preserved.

I smiled.

—Biochip.

—Fully restore those memories.

—I want to access them in their original form.

[Beep.]

[Initiating memory restoration.]

[Reconstructing neural records...]

My vision began to darken.

Soon after...

The room disappeared.

I was seeing through the former George’s eyes.

He was just a child.

Standing before him...

A massive man stood perfectly still.

He wore a heavy suit of black plate armor.

A longsword hung at his waist.

Its blade was just as dark, almost absorbing the surrounding light.

His face was stern.

His black hair looked remarkably similar to mine.

The memories immediately revealed his identity.

George III Gil.

The Baron of the Gil Family.

My father... in this world.

He looked directly at the child.

His voice was deep.

—Boy.

—Pay close attention.

—This is our family’s breathing technique.

—It has been passed down through generations.

—Whoever masters it...

—Will never possess a weak body.

The child simply watched.

The Baron inhaled slowly.

First...

He drew in a deep breath.

His chest expanded.

Then...

He exhaled slowly.

Without rushing.

He repeated the motion several times.

It isn’t simply about drawing air into your lungs.

It’s about finding a rhythm.

A synchronization between the body...

The blood...

The heart...

And vital energy.

He slowly closed his eyes and spoke.

—Keep breathing...

—Until you feel something different.

—When that synchronization occurs...

—Your dormant vital energy will awaken.

He opened his eyes wide.

—Watch.

This time...

Something changed.

Buzz~~

A bluish energy emerged around his body.

Small arcs of electricity coursed across his skin.

His muscles seemed even larger.

The air around him began to vibrate.

Even through the memory...

It was possible to feel that pressure.

The Baron slowly raised the black sword.

Then...

He made only a single movement.

Zosshhh!

A blade of blue energy shot out from the sword.

It took the shape of a massive crescent moon.

It traveled dozens of meters in an instant.

It struck the sturdy training dummy.

Silence.

The very next second...

The enormous block of wood was split perfectly in half.

As though it were made of paper.

The energy vanished.

The Baron took a deep breath.

The blue aura began to fade.

The small bolts of lightning disappeared.

He rested the sword against the ground.

Then he discreetly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Even for someone like him...

Maintaining that state seemed extremely exhausting.

The memory ended there.

My vision immediately returned to the room.

I blinked several times.

I could still remember every detail.

Every breath.

Every movement.

It was as if I had just witnessed the demonstration in person.

I remained completely motionless for several seconds.

Then...

I brought a hand to my face.

—You damn fool...

—How could anyone abandon a technique like this?

My irritation grew.

The former George had possessed access to an extraordinary training method.

His own father had taken the time to teach him.

Even so...

He had chosen to sleep.

Wander around.

Drink.

And waste his days.

I let out a deep sigh.

There was no point complaining anymore.

Now...

The responsibility was mine.

—Biochip.

[Awaiting command.]

—Completely reformulate this breathing technique.

—Adapt it to my current body.

[Beep.]

[Beginning optimization.]

[Comparing original technique...]

[Correcting breathing pattern...]

[Adjusting inhalation frequency...]

[Recalculating synchronization...]

[Eliminating redundant movements...]

A few minutes later...

The results appeared.

[Reformulated Technique]

[Name: Gil Family Breathing Technique — Adapted Version]

[Modifications]

[Breathing rhythm adjusted to the host’s current lung capacity.]

[Reduced vital energy waste during synchronization.]

[Simplified breathing sequence to accelerate the initial learning process.]

[Corrected minor postural flaws identified in the original technique.]

[Fully adapted to the host’s current body proportions.]

[Estimated Result]

[Original technique efficiency with current body: 72%]

[Adapted version efficiency: 100%]

I smiled faintly.

Once again...

The Biochip had accomplished something that would probably take a master a very long time to refine.

—Save.

I ordered.

[Language]

1.[Magic Alphabet]

2.[Magic Numerical System]

[Techniques]

1.[Adapted Basic Elemental Technique]

2.[Gil Family Breathing Technique — Adapted Version]

[Save complete.]

I stepped away from the window.

I walked to the center of the room.

Then I sat down on the floor.

I crossed my legs.

I kept my back straight.

I slowly closed my eyes.

Every instruction of the reformulated technique was perfectly organized within the database.

I didn’t need to struggle to remember.

I only had to access it.

Mentally, I began the first step.

Inhale.

Slowly.

Hold.

Exhale.

Slowly.

At first...

It felt like nothing more than ordinary breathing.

Nothing happened.

I continued.

Again.

One more time.

Again.

I maintained the exact rhythm calculated by the Biochip.

Several minutes passed.

My mind gradually became quieter.

My heartbeat slowed.

My breathing became exceptionally steady.

Then...

I felt something.

Very faint.

A warm sensation emerging from the center of my chest.

I kept breathing.

Without changing the rhythm.

Without any impatience.

That tiny sensation slowly grew.

It was like a dormant flame.

Almost imperceptible.

But it was there.

I followed the technique’s instructions exactly.

Then...

Crack~~

I didn’t hear the sound with my ears.

I felt it.

As though some invisible shackle had just broken inside my body.

The very next instant...

The dormant energy awakened.

A warm current spread across my chest.

Then it flowed through my shoulders.

Ran down my arms.

Passed through every muscle.

Every tendon.

Every finger.

Soon afterward...

It flowed down my spine.

Spread through my legs.

My calves.

My feet.

Finally...

It rose to my head.

The energy coursed through my entire body like a gentle electric current.

There was no pain.

Only an indescribable sense of vitality.

My entire body seemed to awaken along with it.

At the same time...

I noticed another change.

The pores across my skin began to open.

First on my arms.

Then my neck.

My back.

My legs.

Before long, my entire body was expelling a dark substance.

A thick, viscous liquid.

Its smell was horrible.

A mixture of rust, mud, and decaying matter.

I grimaced, but remained perfectly still.

The technique stated that interrupting the process at that moment would be a waste.

I continued breathing.

My vital energy continued circulating.

Meanwhile...

More and more impurities were expelled.

The process continued for several minutes.

Only when the flow of energy stabilized...

Did the sensation begin to fade.

I took one final deep breath.

Then I slowly opened my eyes.

The first thing I noticed...

Was my own body.

Everything felt lighter.

Even my vision seemed slightly sharper.

I slowly clenched my hand into a fist.

I smiled.

It wasn’t my imagination.

I really had changed.

I stood up.

I stretched my arms.

Most knights spent weeks.

Some...

Months.

Trying to awaken their vital energy for the first time.

Many never succeeded.

It required practicing the technique every single day until, by chance, they found the correct synchronization.

I...

Had succeeded on my very first attempt.

Back on Earth, the Biochip was an incredible piece of technology, but I wasn’t the only one who had one, so I never felt particularly special.

But in this world...

It was practically a form of cheating.

—Show me my status.

[Beep.]

A holographic screen appeared before my eyes.

[STATUS]

Name: George Gil

Sex: Male

Age: 15

[PHYSICAL STATUS]

Strength: 1.0

Agility: 1.0

Endurance: 1.0

I stared at the numbers for several seconds.

I smiled.

Each of them had increased by more than 0.2 points.

Especially considering that this had only been my first session.

—Biochip.

[Awaiting command.]

—Can I practice this technique multiple times in the same day?

[The technique can be repeated.]

[However, each session consumes the host’s physiological reserves.]

[Without adequate nutrient replenishment, excessive practice may result in:]

[Loss of muscle mass.]

[Extreme fatigue.]

[Reduced immunity.]

[Severe internal damage.]

[Recommendation: Nutritional supplementation.]

I slowly nodded.

It really did make sense.

I thought for a few moments.

Then I asked another question.

—If I don’t have access to specialized supplements...

—Can I replace that supplementation with ordinary food alone?

—Even if I have to eat a much larger amount?

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