Before I could say anything, Charlotte knocked on the door with a calm, confident rhythm: "Here is where you’ll see paradise."
"Paradise?" I thought, furrowing my brow. Sothing was clearly wrong.
"Knock, knock, knock."
After a few seconds, the door opened slowly, revealing a completely unexpected scene. A dense smoke filled the air, and the space was lit by flickering, colorful lights. Young people were scattered across sofas, on the floor, and even in isolated corners. The sound of laughter and murmurs filled the space, mixed with the muffled beat of vibrant music.
In the center, there was a bar with a bartender, and on the tables, young people were sniffing glowing powders or drinking potions with bright colors. Others were dancing awkwardly, their movents affected by sothing more than just physical exhaustion. It was total chaos.
["Beep!"]
The cold, chanical voice of my virtual lab sounded in my head. ["The air is filled with toxic particles... I recomnd not staying too long in this environnt."]
I frowned, both intrigued and cautious. I ntally issued a command: "Conduct an analysis and determine the effects this toxin will have on my body."
["Analyzing..."]
["Beep!"]
["A volatile compound in the air has been identified, preliminarily classified as an ’Unknown Toxin.’ This compound does not exhibit directly lethal or highly harmful properties, but its interaction with the human nervous system is notable for altering states of consciousness."]
["Approximate Molecular Formula: ?????"]
["Chemical Properties: Low polarity."]
["Volatile at room temperature (25ºC)."]
["Soluble in lipids, facilitating absorption through the cell mbrane."]
["chanism of Action: The Unknown Toxin interacts with receptors in the central nervous system, with a higher affinity for dopaminergic and serotonergic receptors."]
["The compound also temporarily increases the production of β-endorphin, causing a sensation of euphoria."]
["It induces mild visual and auditory alterations (low-intensity illusions), without impairing imdiate motor abilities."]
["Observed Effects on the Human Body (Simulation and Pre-clinical Data)"]
["Phase One (1-5 minutes post-inhalation): Mild dizziness and heightened sensitivity to sounds and textures."]
["Phase Two (5-20 minutes post-inhalation): Mild visual illusions: perception of more intense colors or undulating shapes, and amplified sensory pleasure when touching or consuming sweet substances."]
["Phase Three (20-40 minutes post-inhalation): Gradual return to normality. Potential risk of compulsive behavior in search of pleasurable stimuli."]
After hearing the result, a smile ford on my face. "Seems like Charlotte, in addition to being a magical engineer, is also a potion-obsessed slut, or sothing like that. Looks like magical world drugs aren’t much different from those in my previous world."
Charlotte glanced at over her shoulder, her gaze filled with amusent. "Impressed? This is where so people with money co to relax after a hard day. I love this eccentric place."
I almost laughed out loud but kept my composure. "Eccentric is a polite way of saying this area is a ss of young people addicted to anything that takes them out of reality." My mind was already processing the information. If these substances can be synthesized and have such specific effects, perhaps there’s a way to use them in a controlled manner—or maybe even improve them...
"Got it, but this isn’t a place I plan to spend much ti in, at least not for now."
Charlotte shrugged as if my response didn’t surprise her.
"As you wish, junior. Besides, this is the last place I had to show you in the tower. This is where we part ways."
Before I could respond, another girl ca running toward Charlotte. She seed euphoric and anxious, grabbing my guide’s hand like they’d known each other forever.
"Charlotte! You took forever. I have so much to tell you... I think I’m pregnant."
While they talked, my attention was drawn to a boy standing near the door. His appearance was, at the very least, peculiar. He had a snake’s head, with glowing yellow eyes and a long tongue that moved slowly as he spoke.
"Not going in?" he asked, his tone hissing and provocative.
I looked directly at him and replied firmly,
"Not today."
Before I could finish, the door behind him was shoved closed with an audible thud. His carefree attitude and the chaos behind that door were more than enough to confirm the kind of people who frequented the place.
"Idiots," I thought as I turned away and started walking off, leaving Charlotte and her friend behind. I still had ti before returning to my room, and my focus now was on sothing else: attending a few public lectures.
As I walked, a slight smile ford on my lips. My mind was far from that chaos and full of possibilities. "Maybe I could produce so of the drugs from my previous world in this magical one. Those idiots would pay a fortune for sothing like that."
With the virtual lab at my disposal, creating sothing with scientific precision wouldn’t be a problem. I could manufacture a legendary cocaine—so pure and effective it would leave anyone addicted to its intoxicating allure. And with that, the money would start flowing, funding the equipnt and materials I needed for my true ambition: to beco a successful magical engineer.
But for that, I’d need more than just crystals. I’d need specific ingredients and equipnt that were still out of my reach. For now, it was just a plan, but it was the beginning of sothing much bigger.
Back in the academic area, I wandered through the corridors until I found the bulletin board with the class schedules. My eyes quickly searched for the basic course I needed: "Magical Literacy: Basic Foundations." I located the indicated room and walked toward it. The class was about to begin, and it was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the system without drawing unnecessary attention.
"Ti to pretend I’m good at morization."
As I entered the door, I paused for a mont to observe the environnt. The lecture hall was impressive. The seats, organized in semicircular rows, resembled the grand theaters I had seen in my previous world. However, the raised stage in the center was unique. Instead of a flat space, it was a high platform, strategically designed so that all the students had to look up to see the mage who would teach the class.
"Interesting," I thought. "Even the design of this room reinforces the idea that mages are above us, both literally and symbolically." It spoke volus about the hierarchy and power dynamics within the tower.
The room was spacious, accommodating more than two hundred apprentices. Students were scattered around, chatting in small groups or waiting in silence. As I began to search for a seat, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts:
"Hey, Tyler!"
I turned my head and saw Mary, waving enthusiastically with her artificial arm, which looked even more eccentric under the magical lighting of the room. She was sitting a bit ahead and seed to be alone.
I smiled as I walked toward her. "Maybe using Mary as a sounding board isn’t such a bad idea," I thought. "Or maybe... this doll could be a sex doll—"
I quickly stopped the thought as I approached her and greeted her in a friendly tone:
"Hello, how are you?"
"I’m good, and you?" she replied.
"I’m good too," I responded.
She smiled but soon returned her focus to the scroll and quill she held in her hands. After a brief silence, she sighed and comnted:
"I’m still learning the magical alphabet. This is the basic stuff everyone needs to learn before moving on to other topics. But these public classes... they’re so difficult. It feels like the teachers don’t even care to explain things properly for beginners like us."
I seized the mont to tease her:
"I have a good mory. I think I’ll grasp this class easily. If you want, I can give you private lessons in your room. What do you say?"
Mary lifted her eyes from the scroll and looked up and down, evaluating . Then she laughed mockingly:
"You didn’t even bring the literacy book we were given when we entered the tower, and you think you can teach ? Hahaha! Tyler, you’re really sothing."
I sighed but kept smiling, adjusting my posture in the chair before continuing:
"How about we make a bet?"
Mary’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"A bet?"
"If I can’t morize the main points of the class, I’ll pay you a magic crystal. But if I succeed, you’ll accept as your private tutor and pay a magic crystal every week for daily two-hour lessons. What do you say?"
She hesitated, but it was easy to tell she was seriously considering the proposal. Her hand moved instinctively over the scroll in front of her, doodling random shapes. It was obvious: she had nothing to lose. If I failed, she would earn a magic crystal.
If I succeeded, she would have a teacher with exceptional mory skills, sothing that could help her overco her blocks, and obviously, in the anti, I would find a way to fuck her.
I need to have sex, even if it’s with a tight doll.
After a long mont, she smiled and extended her hand. "Okay, I accept!"
I shook her hand firmly and leaned back in my chair, satisfied with how the conversation had unfolded. It wasn’t long before the sound of footsteps echoed through the room. I looked toward the center, where the professor was climbing the stairs to the platform. He wore a pristine white robe and carried a classic pointed hat that swayed slightly as he walked. His presence was commanding, and he seed ready to begin the lesson.
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