— She’s still so young...
— And yet she already resorts to such horrible ans to get what she wants.
I close my hand around the small bottle.
— I’ll keep this for now. You never know when sothing like this might be useful in the future.
After Lucy left, no one else knocked on my door.
No one called for .
A mont of peace.
Even knowing it was only temporary.
I sprawled carelessly across the bed.
My body relaxed.
My mind did not.
My gaze drifted to the wooden ceiling of the cabin as thoughts collided with one another, forming scenarios, risks, and possibilities.
The white-robed magi...
I had crossed paths with them several tis in the ship’s corridors.
None of them showed the slightest sign of noticing the biochip hidden within .
So... using it inside a Mage academy might be easier than I imagined...
But in the very next mont, an unpleasant mory surfaced.
The words of Saly Edson.
The father of this body’s forr owner.
—Mages are reserved.
—Cruel.
—And their academies are nothing more than battlefields in disguise.
Even if deaths were not officially permitted, the competition.
The intrigues.
The power gas.
All of it could be just as lethal as any sharpened blade.
I need protection...
Sothing that will allow to survive in that environnt.
Even if I have to fight alone.
Almost by instinct, I slip my hand into my trouser pocket.
My fingers touch sothing cold and smooth.
I hold it before my eyes and examine it carefully.
At first glance, it is simple.
But when I tilt it against the faint lamplight, sothing changes.
Intricate patterns erge within its inner surface.
Delicate lines.
Enigmatic symbols.
This is... unbelievable.
I slowly run my fingers over the markings.
How did soone manage to engrave sothing like this onto such a small object?
Even with modern tools, it would already be difficult.
Considering the technological limits of this era...
It is absurd.
Then an obvious conclusion forms in my mind.
If it involves Mages, nothing should be dismissed as impossible.
—Biochip, analyze the blue stone in my hands.
["Beep! Task established!"]
["Initiating scan!"]
A bluish light erges from my eyes, projecting outward in thin, precise beams.
The movent resembles an old printer, moving back and forth across the surface of the stone, over and over again.
In my peripheral vision, a digital progress bar appears, advancing slowly.
["Analyzing... 1%"]
["Analyzing... 2%"]
["Analyzing... 3%"]
I watch in silence, attentive to every minimal variation.
Then, suddenly.
["Error..."]
I instantly frown.
["Unknown tallic components."]
["Comparing with databases... Insufficient data."]
["Analysis not possible!"]
My lips curl into a frustrated grimace.
The biochip’s current level is still insufficient to analyze sothing left behind by a Mage.
I let out a deep sigh.
For a mont, I remained sitting there, motionless, feeling the crushing weight of the weakness of this body I now inhabit.
Ridiculously incapable of comparing to other youths of the sa age.
If I continue like this, I have no doubt I’ll be dead in a few years.
My mind inevitably returned to my past life.
A ti when manipulating genetic code was sothing trivial.
With the knowledge and resources I possessed back then, transforming this body into sothing strong, resilient, and efficient would have been a simple task.
Ridiculously simple.
Unfortunately... there is no such option here.
I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.
My breathing beca slow and controlled as my mind entered a state of absolute concentration.
— Biochip, examine all of the previous Eduard’s mories and organize them.
["Beep!"]
["Task established!"]
["Initiating arrangent!"]
Suddenly, a vast ocean of images, sounds, and sensations erged before my mind, as if a holographic projection had been activated behind my closed eyelids.
At first, it was pure chaos.
Disconnected fragnts spun in every direction — laughter, screams, forgotten faces, punishnts, failed training sessions, humiliations.
It was like trying to locate a single grain of sand in the middle of a storm.
["Initiating full mory scan."]
["Segnting by life phases: childhood, adolescence."]
Gradually, the chaos began to subside.
The mories started organizing themselves, separating into well-defined areas.
The ocean beca an archive.
Folders floated in an infinite virtual space, each labeled by years, events, and important milestones in the forr Eduard’s life.
["Subdividing categories: significant events, acquired skills, social interactions, relevant knowledge."]
Within each folder, the mories were reorganized, refined, and categorized with precision.
When the turmoil finally transford into order, I felt my mind clear.
— Create a new file called Primal Eduard and save it.
["Beep!"]
["File created – Primal Eduard!"]
A faint smile appeared at the corner of my lips.
This file would be different.
It would be the foundation of my rebirth.
— New task
— Search the Primal Eduard file for all possible thods to rapidly increase my strength.
["Beep!"]
["Task established."]
["Initiating search!"]
After a brief interval, the biochip responded.
["Search complete! Research results – 50 thods found!"]
Fifty possibilities.
However, I did not need quantity.
I needed efficiency.
— Remove those with an estimated success rate below 80%.
I paused briefly, ntally adjusting the criteria.
— In addition, add another requirent: I must be able to execute the thod imdiately.
— Begin filtering.
["Beep!"]
["Applying filters..."]
["Filter complete. Remaining thods: 1!"]
— Show .
A single window appeared in my mind, highlighted with absolute clarity.
The words engraved themselves deeply into my consciousness.
[thod 1: Beco a Knight.]
I read those words and, for a mont, remained in absolute silence.
My first instinct was to doubt.
— A knight...? — I murmured to myself.
I had truly expected sothing related to magic, bodily mutations, or so lost technology.
The simplicity of the answer, however, stirred sothing different within .
Curiosity.
I adjusted my posture on the bed, crossing my arms as I organized my thoughts.
— Laboratory, compile all mories related to knight training.
— Organize them properly and transmit everything to my conscious mind.
The response ca imdiately.
["Beep! Task established. Initiating compilation!"]
A faint tingling sensation spread across my head.
It was as if thousands of microscopic needles were touching my mind at the sa ti.
Then images began exploding behind my closed eyes.
Movents.
Stances.
Breathing.
Pain.
Sweat.
Discipline.
The knowledge did not arrive in words, but in direct understanding.
And then, at last, I understood.
In this world, while Mages were rare and dependent on innate talent, Warriors — or Knights — were the true foundation of human societies.
They were not born special.
They beca special.
Through brutal training, relentless repetition, and extre endurance, they awakened sothing hidden within their own bodies.
Vital energy.
It was not magic.
It was life condensed.
While Mages required gifts granted at birth, anyone willing to pay the price could walk the path of a Knight.
The price was high.
But the path existed.
That was why Knights were common among commoners and the lower nobility.
They protected cities.
Led armies.
And, in so cases, ruled entire kingdoms.
Their bodies surpassed ordinary human limits.
Strength.
Speed.
Endurance.
All elevated to absurd levels.
Furthermore, they mastered weapons as extensions of their own bodies.
Swords.
Spears.
Axes.
Unard combat.
But there was more.
So mories revealed sothing even more dangerous.
Secret techniques.
Abilities activated in critical monts, capable of multiplying a Knight’s strength in an instant.
Tripling it.
Quadrupling it.
Always at a cost.
Internal injuries.
Extre exhaustion.
Or even their own lives.
Among all those mories, one stood out with frightening clarity.
The training courtyard of the Edson estate.
Spacious.
Filled with destroyed dummies, blade marks, and scars carved into the ground.
At the center stood Saly Edson.
The viscount.
The forr Eduard’s father.
Wearing full armor, his presence was overwhelming.
I saw a child standing before him.
Small.
Fragile.
Frightened.
It was the forr Eduard.
— Today — Saly said, his voice deep and unyielding — I will teach you the secret ability passed down from generation to generation in our family.
— The supre fast-sword technique and the breathing thods that accompany it.
— Rember one thing.
— Never teach this to anyone outside our family.
The stern look on his face was unwavering.
Even now, reliving that mory, I could feel the pressure.
But the forr Eduard was only a child.
He did not understand.
He did not value it.
With ti, those techniques were forgotten.
Buried.
Locked away in the depths of his mind.
I slowly opened my eyes and let out a deep sigh.
So even my own blood carried the potential of a Knight...
And the other simply ignored it.
A faint, cold smile ford on my lips.
What a waste.
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