After fully absorbing the mories, they were no longer loose fragnts—they beca far too vivid.
It was as if I had lived through every single movent.
I could almost hear the sound of steel cutting through the air.
The sharp whistle of the blade tearing through the wind echoed in my ears.
And then ca the dry impact of the sword striking its target, vibrating through my arms as if I were the one gripping the hilt.
I closed my eyes for a mont and felt my fingers tingle.
Then I gave a new order to my biochip:
— Isolate the Fast Sword Technique and save it in a new file called "Basic Fast Sword"!
["New file saved: ’Basic Fast Sword Technique’"]
The notification sound echoed in my mind like a faint tallic click.
An involuntary smile ford on my lips.
With the biochip’s capabilities, my learning speed would be unbelievably fast.
I knew anyone else would need years of exhausting practice to master sothing like this.
But for , it would be a matter of days.
Maybe even less.
Ti was on my side.
— Now that I have all the mories of it, I just need to find a rapier—or a light sword—and start training for real.
I crossed my arms and took a deep breath.
— All these sword strikes are just killing arts — I muttered to myself.
— The most important part of a knight’s training is the breathing technique that accompanies it!
I could feel it clearly.
The breathing technique was the key to unlocking the true power behind those lethal movents.
Without it, the strikes were nothing more than empty forms.
I needed to put it into practice.
But I wasn’t foolish enough to test sothing dangerous without guarantees.
I raised my gaze to the empty space in front of and issued another command:
— Biochip, based on my current stats, simulate this breathing technique!
["Beep!"]
["Task established!"]
I felt a slight pressure on my forehead as the biochip processed the command.
Soon, a hologram appeared before .
A bluish 3D figure, glowing in cold, translucent tones.
It was identical to .
A fifteen-year-old boy, blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin.
But that model did not hesitate.
It began executing the breathing technique.
The movents were subtle.
Controlled.
The rhythm and depth shifted in precise patterns, as if calculated down to the milliter.
A red line appeared inside the hologram.
It slithered through the body of the figure, symbolizing the flow of vital energy being channeled.
With each breath, the line glowed more intensely.
It expanded.
Condensed.
Repeated the cycle.
The model adjusted tiny details with every repetition.
The posture shifted slightly.
The rhythm beca more efficient.
The flow more stable.
After a few minutes, the simulation stopped abruptly.
The lab’s chanical voice broke the silence.
["Simulation complete."]
["Breathing technique accompanying the Fast Sword Technique."]
Information began stacking before my eyes.
["Ti required for improvent: 20 minutes."]
["The technique will alter the host’s body by 0.05 Strength, 0.06 Agility, and 0.03 Vitality. Improvents will gradually decrease as stats increase."]
I frowned as I analyzed the numbers.
It was a small increase.
But cumulative.
Then another ssage appeared.
["Warning: If the host undergoes long-term training with this technique, it will result in severe heart damage, ultimately leading to death."]
["Recomndation: Do not practice."]
My smile vanished.
My gaze hardened.
A fast path.
But with a heavy price.
My heart...
Instinctively, I placed a hand on my chest.
I could almost imagine the invisible strain accumulating with every forced breath.
I closed my eyes for a mont, organizing my thoughts.
— It doesn’t matter — I muttered.
My voice was low, but steady.
— If I didn’t have the biochip, this would definitely end that way.
I opened my eyes and watched the hologram fade.
But with it... I can solve this problem with a bit of experintation.
— Biochip, initiate a correction and enhancent process for the knight’s breathing technique.
My voice echoed firmly in my mind.
— Start by mimicking my holograms practicing the technique and identify the cause of the severe damage to my heart.
["Task received!"]
The command reverberated like an electric pulse inside my skull.
For a brief mont, I felt that faint tingling behind my eyes—the sign that processing had already begun.
["Generating holograms..."]
In front of , multiple three-dinsional projections appeared.
Not just one version of .
But five.
All identical.
All breathing.
All about to push beyond their limits.
This ti, there was no gentleness.
The holograms executed the technique at maximum intensity.
The breathing was too deep.
Too fast.
Forced to the extre.
The flow of vital energy exploded inside the virtual representation.
The red line symbolizing that energy shone with nearly blinding intensity.
At first, the pattern was stable.
Rhythmic.
Powerful.
But then... sothing changed.
I watched closely as small distortions began forming around the chest area.
The red line stopped being smooth.
It wavered.
Twisted.
Created compression points near the heart.
Each inhalation seed to push too much energy toward the center of the chest.
Each exhalation failed to fully relieve that pressure.
["Processing..."]
["Analyzing the biochanics of the breathing technique..."]
["Detecting anomalies in the flow of vital energy..."]
The holograms continued accelerating.
The breathing rhythm surpassed the safe human limit.
Internal pressure began to build at an alarming rate.
I saw bluish veins bulging across the 3D model.
The holographic heart started beating faster.
Too fast.
Instead of circulating throughout the entire body, the vital energy was being violently compressed within the cardiovascular system.
Then it happened.
One of the holograms lost stability.
The red line collapsed around the chest area.
The blue glow representing the cardiac system flickered irregularly.
The model staggered backward.
Its movents beca erratic.
Spasms.
Glitches.
The virtual heart fell into arrhythmia.
Another hologram repeated the sa pattern.
And then another.
Until all of them, one by one, collapsed onto the virtual ground.
I watched in silence.
My face remained cold.
But inside, I felt an involuntary tightness in my own chest.
The biochip’s chanical voice echoed once more.
["Anomaly detection complete."]
["Cause identified: Increased internal pressure in the cardiovascular system due to intense acceleration of vital energy flow. The heart’s veins cannot withstand the stress generated by the technique."]
The technique, although effective at amplifying a knight’s power, generated such imnse pressure that the veins were unable to adapt to the internal force.
The technique must be corrected to reduce pressure on the blood vessels and ensure that vital energy does not overload the cardiovascular system.
The energy needs to be channeled in a more controlled manner, without excessively burdening the heart.
—Biochip, begin modifying the breathing technique to reduce pressure on the heart. Remove the overload factor and optimize the vital energy flow to make it smoother and more controlled.
["Initiating modification of the breathing technique..."]
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.
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After several minutes of waiting, the holographic display flickered, and the biochip’s complex calculations were completed.
["Knight Breathing Technique successfully corrected."]
["Risk of cardiac damage successfully eliminated."]
The problem was finally resolved, and with it, a new set of data was transmitted directly into my mind.
I could feel the change.
The breathing technique was now in harmony with my body; the internal pressure had been softened and controlled.
But then, the biochip’s voice interrupted my mont of reflection once more.
["Would you like to optimize the breathing technique now that it has been corrected?"]
["Yes"] or ["No?"]
The word "optimize" echoed in my mind, and suddenly I was struck by the possibility.
What?
Wait a mont... the biochip can not only correct errors but also enhance abilities...?
A look of pure surprise spread across my face, followed by a smile of excitent.
— Of course... Why didn’t I think of that before?
I exclaid to myself, realizing the full potential this biochip had to offer.
"Optimize imdiately!"
["Optimization initiated."]
["Estimated ti: 125 minutes."]
I watched closely as the screen began displaying complex data streams.
["Processing vital body information: Age: 15 years, Weight: 70 kg, Height: 1.75 m, BMI: 21.6, Heart rate: 72 bpm, Blood pressure: 120/80 mmHg..."]
["Activating data modulation: Comparing biological indicators with ideal performance paraters..."]
["Analyzing cellular oxygenation efficiency: Optimal results. Oxygen saturation at 98%, within ideal range."]
["Adjusting energy coefficient: Comparing daily caloric intake with energy expenditure. Potential for endurance optimization..."]
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Lines of code began generating rapidly, with advanced equations and three-dinsional graphs projected around .
"Yes, 125 minutes—that’s just a little over two hours. I can wait!" I told myself, a smile forming on my face.
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Two hours later...
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The two hours felt like an eternity.
I paced back and forth, barely able to contain my anxiety.
Finally, at the exact mont, the laboratory’s chanical voice sounded, delivering the long-awaited news:
["Breathing technique optimization complete."]
["Required ti for breathing technique: 5 minutes."]
["Effects increased by 10%!"]
— Excellent!
I exclaid, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.
This result was exactly what I had hoped for—a significant improvent in such a short ti.
As I processed the data, an idea began forming in my mind.
If the effect increased by 10% this ti, and I could optimize the technique repeatedly, stacking improvents over ti... dozens or even hundreds of tis, the differences would be astronomical.
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