The Magical Path Of The Wizard With A Biological Chip

As the fight progressed, Leon increasingly realized what his weaknesses were.

His below-average physique was one of his greatest weaknesses. Even with the help of the Chip, he discovered that he wasn’t as strong as he had initially thought.

His Agility of 4 defined the speed of his reflexes, movement, and flexibility of his body. Although the dynamic vision provided by the Chip allowed him to roughly guess where Bleia was moving, his excessively "clumsy" and "slow" body was struggling to keep up with the Chip’s guidance.

Therefore, most of the time, even knowing beforehand where the attack was coming from, Leon couldn’t defend himself quickly enough. Often, when the sharp claws passed by his body, his flames were mere inches away, yet he still couldn’t touch the tips of Bleia’s dress.

Thus, inside the massive Arena, Leon was tirelessly conjuring two enormous fireballs and doing everything he could to land the slightest blow on his enemy. However, it seemed he was incapable of doing anything except receiving wounds and groaning as the pain from all his injuries mounted.

As for Bleia, she was like a red ghost flitting from one place to another, appearing to blink in and out of reality as she dashed around Leon. Often, the terrible flames almost brushed against her body but were unable to cause any damage, as she moved with great speed and agility.

Fortunately, Bleia was merely playfully assessing Leon’s fighting skill, so all her attacks were causing only minor injuries to his flesh. If she had been serious, Leon would have been cut to pieces long ago. But even so, having his body scratched by Bleia’s sharp claws left Leon with numerous scratch marks and blood all over.

Although the wounds on his body wouldn’t kill him, they brought Leon much anger and humiliation.

A month ago, this Bleia was just a novice Apprentice and wasn’t stronger than he was. Because of this damned mutation caused by magical contamination, she was now able to twist Leon around her little finger as if he were nothing.

This explosive anger was continuously suppressed by Leon, as he knew he was incapable of defeating Bleia, but he was still doing everything he could to pursue her red shadow with his furious flames.

Internally, Leon’s mind was still calm as a glacier, and he was communicating with the Chip without showing any external signs. Since he couldn’t catch Bleia with his dynamic vision, he needed to find an alternative solution.

Leon’s spirit was rapidly exhausting as he tirelessly waved both hands in the air. The terrible fireballs in his hands were growing larger and more violent. Under his eyes, a strange blue dot flickered faintly, marking an interception point that the Chip had vaguely calculated.

When Leon sensed that Bleia was attacking head-on, he slightly separated his hands, blocking potential attacks from the left and right, leaving a weak point of half a meter in front of his body.

Seeing this, Bleia, who had planned to attack from the left, simply let out a cold huff, stopped, and stood still, gently swaying to the side to avoid the blazing red fireball. Not only that, but she actually fell forward and attacked the small opening in front of Leon’s chest.

"Hmph! What a careless boy, should I leave a mark on your face or your chest?~"

Bleia, who still had plenty of time while lazily fighting with Leon, pondered why her instincts hesitated at that exact moment.

Suddenly, her expression changed drastically, and she immediately retreated with a speed even greater than her attack. Even so, her retreating body still couldn’t completely escape the two fireballs that suddenly altered their courses.

"Buzz~~"

Two terrifying fireballs came from the left and right, colliding with each other and exploding, sending sparks of fire in all directions and creating a sea of flames in front of Leon’s body.

"Boom~~"

What happened made Bleia scream in shock.

"Shit!!"

In the time it took to blink, she had moved 10 meters away from Leon but still felt some pain from that attack. She lowered her head and took a look at herself. To her surprise, she discovered that her red chiffon dress was actually full of burn marks, as those random flying sparks had fallen on her and made holes in her dress, revealing what was hidden beneath.

"You bastard… How dare you damage my dress…"

Bleia’s cold and beautiful face turned angry. With a cruel look, she stared directly at Leon, who was jumping for joy.

At that exact moment, Leon was struck by an indescribable excitement, as he had finally managed to force Bleia to retreat. "Bleia, my love, I have to confess my true feelings to you, I love you... Do you remember the times I said you were my little princess and that when I was better I would invite you to my room? So how about tonight? We can play in various ways."

Finally, he had discovered a weakness in this girl’s fighting style. When facing a high-speed enemy who fought like an assassin, a weaker spell that covered a wide area was effective in limiting where they could move, while powerful and concentrated spells were unable to touch them…

As he basked in the joy of his small success, Leon suddenly felt a sinister killing intent. Shocked, he raised his head and saw a girl with a fierce look on her face.

"I…"

Knowing that something bad was about to happen, Leon quickly tried to explain his actions, but before he could say anything, a red shadow flashed in front of his eyes, grabbed him, and slammed his head against a nearby stone wall. The brutal and violent force of Bleia’s hand pierced through Leon’s entire body, but before he could feel the pain, his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.

And the last thought that crossed his mind was: "What a quick deposit of sperm! It won’t stay like this, I swear I will take revenge... Bleia, I swear I will rape you in such a way that you get pregnant, my revenge It will be so severe that I will tie you up for a few months and rape you every night, and I will only stop when you are pregnant."

When Leon finally regained consciousness, he felt a throbbing pain all over his body, but he also felt a new pain. It seemed like he was being dragged by someone.

A small, cold hand was gripping his ankle, pulling him across the floor on his stomach, which was how he was being brought back to his room. When he finally arrived in his room, his bare face was completely covered in blood, the result of having scraped his face against the rough ground.

Leon didn’t dare to fight back, as it seemed his last attack had angered the foul-tempered Bleia. So, all he could do was close his eyes and do his best to endure the pain he felt throughout his body.

Fortunately, he could still feel pain… It was better than falling into a vegetative state!

Leon made the Chip perform a self-test, and a huge and terrifying red warning signal appeared at the top of the report.

HP: 03/11

Ugh. He only had a total of 11 Health Points and had lost 8 of them. This literally put him on the brink of death. If he lost any more, he would be in serious trouble.

Even though that damned Bleia hadn’t hurt any of his vital points and had only left some scratch marks on his body playfully, it was more than enough to reduce his Health Points to such a pathetic state. This really showed how great the difference between them was.

A moment later, Bleia opened the wooden door to Leon’s room and threw him inside. After that, her beautiful voice said something very cruel: "Rest tonight; we’ll continue our training in 17 hours."

Then it seemed that Bleia had noticed that Leon was awake.

Leon raised his head, shocked that she had figured it out. What he saw was the wooden door slightly ajar and the silhouette of a slender and curvaceous young woman illuminated by the candles in the hallway.

17 hours? Did she expect him to recover in 17 hours?

Leon opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the wooden door was closed, leaving him in the dark gloom of his room.

...

Half an hour later, with sheer willpower, Leon finally got up from the floor and lit a few candles to take a look at himself.

He took off his short, worn Apprentice robe and discovered that his skinny body was covered in scratch marks and crisscrossed wounds. Although they weren’t deep, they were unexpectedly dense.

Under the dim candlelight, he began to carefully tend to his injured body.

He had some basic healing ointments in his room. After all, to survive in the Tower, healing pastes and poison antidotes were mandatory items.

Enduring the pain, Leon applied the healing ointment to his wounds while grimacing. Immediately, a ticklish sensation that drove him crazy came from the wounds, but soon after, it was replaced by a cold feeling that calmed his mind, followed by the pleasant sensation of his flesh regenerating. From there, Leon began the slow healing process.

After finishing applying the healing ointment, Leon decided to examine the other parts of his self-test report.

Attributes: Strength 4.01 | Agility 4.04 | Physique 3.02 | Spirit: 8.07

Experience: 528/1000

Personal Skills: Burning Hand (Solidified) | Fire Arrow (Solidification in Progress)

Surprisingly, the torture he had just endured had increased all his attributes, and it had even boosted his Experience by 12. Leon couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. Did this mean that his path to becoming strong would be filled with misery and pain?

After agonizing in misery and having slightly suicidal thoughts, Leon took a deep breath, lay down on his bed, and began his daily meditation.

Once again, he had arrived in the Spiritual Dimension, which was filled with countless glowing points of light. This time, the orb of light representing Leon’s consciousness transformed into a fierce monster that had hundreds of tentacles extending from its body.

Under Leon’s control, these spiritual tentacles continued to poke and swim around, reaching out and grabbing all the Fire Elementium swimming nearby.

In the past, Leon had only passively absorbed the Fire Elementium that came close enough to him. How could that be compared to his current efficiency, as he was actively absorbing them? With his current speed, one round of meditation would yield ten times more than the previous meditation.

It had been a long day for him. So many things had happened, and he had been too busy to address all of them. This was the first time he had managed to catch his breath all day, and he found himself exhausted. Therefore, before he could check the results of his meditation, he fell asleep.

...

At dawn the next day, Leon woke up to the sound of heavy knocks on his door.

"Who is it?"

"It’s me, Nolan. It’s time..."

Leon’s lips tightened. He realized that six days had passed since his last inspection trip, and it was time to do it again!

As he got up, he quickly glanced at the results of the previous night’s meditation. He was filled with joy upon seeing that his Spirit had increased from 8.07 to 8.15.

A single night of meditation had raised his Spirit by 0.08… Didn’t this mean that even if he didn’t spend any time studying Magic books and only did basic meditation, his Spirit would reach the level of an Advanced Apprentice Mage in three months?

That wasn’t the only good news.

His Fire Arrow spell would solidify in 1 hour. In 1 hour, he would become a Beginner Apprentice who had mastered more than one Magic Spell. He would no longer be a rookie who could be intimidated by anyone.

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