Marcel carefully picked up the glass container, turning it in his hand as he examined the shimr of the powder inside.
A malicious smile spread across his face, like that of a man who had just closed a major deal.
He placed the container on the table, opened one of the drawers beneath it, and then pulled out a small black leather pouch.
He set it down with a dull thud and opened it.
Inside were four Level 2 crystals, glowing with intense light, each worth the equivalent of ten common magical crystals.
In addition, there were five smaller loose magical crystals, still valuable.
A total of forty-five magical crystals.
I kept my face expressionless, but inside, the satisfaction of a net profit of thirty-five crystals filled like fire.
—Here’s your share, he said, pushing the pouch toward .
I picked it up and quickly checked its contents before carefully tying it to my waist.
Before leaving, I looked at Marcel with a calm smile and said,
—Since the price I had in mind wasn’t what I got, I decided to speed things up. Starting tomorrow, I’ll bring between 1.5 and 2 kilos of this powder every day. Sound good?
Marcel tilted his head, still smiling, and confird with a simple nod.
—Deal, boy.
Satisfied, I turned and left the room with steady steps, the weight of the pouch at my waist serving as a tangible reminder of my success.
When the door closed behind , I saw Charlotte outside, pacing back and forth with a worried expression.
—Finally! What happened in there? Did you manage it? How much did he pay? What did he say?
The questions poured out as she approached, but I rely kept a mysterious smile.
—You’re not going to answer ? she insisted, crossing her arms.
I shrugged, frustrating her even more, then casually asked,
—Do you want to co to my room tonight?
Charlotte froze for a second before bursting into nervous, sarcastic laughter.
—Are you crazy, junior? Of course not!
I simply smiled back without saying anything.
Rejection wasn’t what concerned .
I knew that very soon she would be in my arms—even if she didn’t know it yet.
With nothing more to say, I began walking back toward the center of the place.
Charlotte followed for a while, still pressing with more questions, but I remained silent, simply enjoying the mont.
Eventually, she gave up with an exasperated sigh.
—You’re impossible, you know that? she muttered before turning and heading back to the table where her friends were sitting.
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Just like that, two more weeks passed.
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The last two weeks had been a whirlwind.
Of course, my fa hadn’t spread among the tower’s elite—the scholars, explorers, or the more intelligent acolytes barely knew I existed.
But among the failures, the addicts, and the misfits, I was a well-known na.
To them, I was "the guy with the white powder."
What truly mattered was that, in just two weeks, I had accumulated a fortune I never imagined I would have so soon.
Six hundred and thirty magical crystals.
Just thinking about that number sent shivers down my spine.
It was an absurd amount—enough to equip a full laboratory and finally walk the path I had always wanted as an engineer.
Of course, there was the fear of being robbed or attacked.
But the tower’s rules were clear: stealing from or killing acolytes was forbidden.
Anyone who broke those rules would pay dearly—the punishnt was public execution by a mage professor.
Even so, the fear of losing everything was a constant shadow.
My room had beco my sanctuary.
I spent most of my ti locked inside, leaving only when necessary—and even then, taking absurd precautions.
I was back in the improvised laboratory in my room, carefully mixing the ingredients while the blue glow of the virtual biochip interface pulsed in my vision.
As my hands worked, my mind split between calculations and the ideas erging from the biochip.
—Biochip, I ordered ntally, and the interface imdiately responded in its cold, chanical voice.
["Yes?"]
—What updates were made to the concepts received from Miguel?
["Concepts updated."]
["Adjustnts were made to energy applications and the efficiency of magical circuits."]
["The calculations appear endless."]
["There are infinite paths, so I decided to correct the basics, because if I tried to correct everything, I would need to master every field of engineering. Data is missing on nearly all advanced aspects of these fields, which would require an absurd amount of ti and energy."]
Miguel had truly been a good teacher in most respects—the information he left behind was pure gold.
At last, I poured the final shimring powder into a glass container, sealed it tightly, and looked at it with a satisfied smile.
Two more kilos ready.
I leaned back in my chair and sat down.
Everything was going as it should.
I had money—and, more importantly, control over my future.
But today was special.
Today, Marcel told he had secured what I wanted.
Charlotte had been captured.
Soon, she would be in my arms.
I rose from the chair with a calculated smile on my lips, picked up the container with the shimring powder, and left my room.
I walked with firm steps through the tower’s corridors, but my mind was already ahead, visualizing the place I had affectionately nicknad the "Den of the Useless."
It was the perfect na for that bathroom filled with failed acolytes—people who had given up on greatness and surrendered to the emptiness of addiction.
As soon as I entered the Den, all eyes turned toward .
The brief silence was quickly broken by euphoric shouts.
—Eduard!
—Hey, it’s him!
—The White Powder King!
So began approaching , smiling, trying to start conversations as if we were best friends.
It was almost comical watching them grovel for attention.
But what caught my attention most were the acolytes.
So, clearly desperate for another dose, had completely abandoned any sense of sha.
They approached provocatively, casting suggestive looks and offering their bodies in exchange for a share of the powder.
—Not today, I murmured coldly, avoiding them without even slowing my pace.
I had business to handle—and a more beautiful and arrogant body to defile.
A thin-faced boy with deep dark circles leaned toward , whispering.
—Hey, Master Eduard... can you get just a little? I’ll pay tomorrow!
—Tomorrow never cos for you, I replied without even looking at him, my voice dripping with disdain.
At last, I reached the door to Marcel’s office.
Still guarded by his lackeys—but now they recognized and let in without question.
I extended the container with the white, shimring powder to Marcel.
He took it with steady hands, narrowing his eyes as he inspected the substance before carefully storing it away.
The next mont, he opened a hidden drawer in his desk and took out a small pouch.
Inside were the promised magical crystals.
The exchange was silent and efficient.
With the crystals safely stored in my pouch, I looked at Marcel and spoke, my voice filled with satisfaction.
—Where is she?
Marcel smiled maliciously, though he didn’t seem quite as excited as I was.
He slowly rose from his chair, casting one last glance at the container of powder.
Then, with a gesture, he opened a door in the wall beside him.
When I looked inside, my heart raced and a predatory smile spread across my face.
Charlotte was there, lying on the floor, completely out of it.
Her eyes were empty, lifeless, as if she didn’t even recognize her own face.
The woman I wanted, who was now there, had completely surrendered, without control over her own senses. Ready to be raped.
I took a step forward to get a closer look.
Marcel, who had been watching my reaction with a thoughtful expression, sighed and turned to , beginning to speak.
—Rember, Eduard... she was tricked into agreeing. One of Charlotte’s friends accepted a bribe and then put sothing special in her drink. I don’t know how she’s still awake.
I shook my head dismissively, the sensation of sex burning intensely inside .
I didn’t care how she looked or how she got there.
What mattered was that she was now vulnerable, within my reach.
—Excuse ," I murmured coldly, ignoring Marcel. He left with a sigh, understanding that I didn’t want to talk anymore.
I slamd the door shut behind .
I was now completely alone with Charlotte, in a dark and stuffy room.
She was lying on the floor, her movents slow and erratic, but her face... ah, her face. I crouched beside her, watching the effects of the drug take hold of her.
—Now... you’re going to learn what it’s like to be raped by your junior’s dick," I said softly, the anger that had been building for the past few weeks exploding with each word as I unzipped my pants.
She couldn’t hear completely, she couldn’t understand what I was about to do.
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