The Wizard Has A Biochip

After finishing a particularly exhausting deal, the most successful rat merchant in Kar-Dur Tower could be seen walking quickly through the corridors toward his own room.

Ever since receiving his first magical crystals from me, Raticati had rented a room next to my residence and turned it into his own small and cozy home.

Every day, he came to me only to present the results of his business and hand over the profits. After that, the rest of the day was completely his.

He could Sleep, Eat, or Count magical crystals until his little paws hurt.

To be honest, that was exactly the life he had always dreamed of having.

According to Raticati himself, his dream had never come true when he served the former Level 2 Official Mage. It hadn’t come true during the years he wandered through the Subterranean World either.

But, ironically, he had achieved everything he wanted after becoming the follower of a simple acolyte from the surface.

That rat was as happy as a dragon sitting atop his mountain of treasures.

Every night, he slept surrounded by the magical crystals he had earned, as if he were afraid of waking up and discovering that it had all been nothing more than a dream.

However, despite his greedy personality and his annoying tendency to brag, Raticati was intelligent.

He knew perfectly well where his current life came from.

Without my financial support and without the freedom I had granted him to manage his own businesses, he would still be nothing more than a brown-furred rat despised by most acolytes.

After all, although many acolytes surrounded him every day with sweet words and fake smiles, he could see what lay behind those gazes.

A small hint of contempt that they couldn’t completely hide.

They didn’t respect Raticati.

They respected the money that flowed through him and, above all, they respected the mysterious master behind that little rat.

Without a master or a powerful force serving as support, the fate of an intelligent creature like Raticati could have been extremely miserable.

Even possessing extraordinary talent, he would have been forced into being marked as a slave and sold.

After that, he would probably spend the rest of his life in a dark, damp dungeon, feeding on scraps of food while performing tedious and dangerous tasks for some Mage master.

Raticati had already escaped something similar before.

And ever since then, that experience had remained deeply engraved in his mind.

Therefore, although I didn’t possess anything close to the power of a Level 2 Official Mage, Raticati had never seriously considered running away again.

In reality, he sincerely hoped that this life could continue forever.

With his mind filled with fantasies about mountains of magical crystals and increasingly larger businesses, Raticati finally reached the door of his room.

He removed the small runic talisman attached to his waist.

A faint light traveled across the runes.

Then he murmured a magical password.

The door opened.

And Raticati stopped.

A strong smell of blood reached his nose.

Raticati slowly entered.

In just one morning, his room had been transformed into something that looked much more like a slaughterhouse than a residence.

Bloodstains were scattered across the floor and the walls near the worktable.

The metallic smell was intense.

And, right in the center of that scene, was me.

I was wearing a long white robe that, at that moment, had very little white left.

My deer-skin gloves were completely stained with blood.

In my hand, I held a dissection knife.

And, before me, on an improvised autopsy table, lay the completely opened body of a Chameleon Demi-human.

My Biochip had already recorded various pieces of information about the creature’s anatomy, but possessing data was completely different from possessing practical experience.

I knew the approximate location of certain organs.

But turning that knowledge into precise movements with a knife was another story.

— Master? Raticati’s voice behind me reached my ears.

— Raticati, wait a moment. I’m busy.

— I... noticed.

I continued trying to separate a layer of tissue.

One small wrong movement.

Schhhk.

More blood.

I remained silent.

So did Raticati.

A few more seconds passed.

— Master!!!!

— What?

— That part... I don’t think it needed to be cut.

I looked at him.

Then I looked at the creature on the operating table.

Then I looked back at Raticati.

— It didn’t need to be?

— No.

— Are you sure?

— Well... I’m almost sure.

My expression became serious.

Raticati swallowed nervously.

The little creature apparently realized that he had just criticized his own master’s work.

However, after looking at the table again, his curiosity apparently overcame his fear.

He had spent a long time inside the laboratory of a Level 2 Official Mage.

Even though he had never personally performed an autopsy, he had observed countless experiments.

Consequently, Raticati possessed more practical knowledge about biological dissection than I did.

If a true necromancer apprentice had entered that room at that moment, he probably would have been horrified by the state of the corpse.

That autopsy looked like it had been performed by someone who possessed theoretical knowledge, but almost no experience with a knife.

And, unfortunately, that description fit me perfectly.

Raticati noticed this.

Then, as my loyal servant and apparently unable to ignore the situation, he decided to act.

He dragged a small stool over to the table.

He climbed onto it.

And began pointing at different parts of the body.

— Master, if you want to remove this organ without damaging it, it would be better to cut here first.

I raised an eyebrow.

— Here?

— Yes. And then follow this line. Avoid puncturing that blood vessel.

From that moment onward, the situation changed completely.

At one point, without caring about the blood, he even helped me reposition the Chameleon Demi-human’s body so that I could work from a better angle.

In the end, I was satisfied.

I slowly removed my deer-skin gloves.

They were completely stained with blood.

I threw them into a disposal container.

Then I removed my long white robe and did the same.

— We’re finished.

Raticati remained standing on the stool.

Then, suddenly, something seemed to change in his expression.

He froze.

Apparently, he had finally realized that he had interrupted and corrected his master throughout the entire autopsy.

His face turned pale.

He quickly climbed down from the stool.

He ran to the floor.

And crouched down.

— M-Master! Forgive me! I was presumptuous! I shouldn’t have spoken that way!

— I just... I thought I could help!

For a few seconds, I simply watched the little rat trembling before me.

Then I smiled.

— You did very well today.

Raticati slowly raised his head.

— Master?

— It seems you really learned many things while accompanying that Level 2 Official Mage.

— So...

— From now on, you will be my assistant during my future autopsy exercises.

Raticati opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

Opened it again.

He seemed unable to decide whether he should celebrate or continue waiting for punishment.

I sighed and waved my hand.

— Get up.

I looked at him with a calm expression.

— Do you really think I’m going to punish you just because you have experience in a specific area??

He didn’t answer.

Probably because, in that world, the answer could easily be yes.

Many Mages would do exactly that.

But I saw no point in it.

If Raticati possessed extensive experience that could be useful to me, then it was better to take advantage of that experience he had gained by observing a powerful Level 2 Official Mage.

— All right, now I’m going out, so clean this place.

I picked up some of the discarded objects and threw them into the trash container.

Then I turned around and calmly walked toward the exit.

I left Raticati behind.

And his room, which now looked as if it had been attacked by a creature that had exploded into a sea of blood.

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