Evolution:The Bloodthirsty Saga of the Magic Engineer-Chapter 59 - 630 magical crystals.

Marcel carefully picked up the glass container, spinning it in his hand as he examined the shine of the powder inside. A sly smile spread across his face, like that of a man who had just made a great deal. He placed the container on the table, opened one of the drawers below, and then pulled out a small black leather backpack.

He placed it on the table with a dry sound and opened it. Inside, there were four level 2 crystals, sparkling with an intense light, each worth the equivalent of ten common magical crystals. Additionally, there were five smaller, loose magical crystals, still valuable. A total of 45 magical crystals. I kept my face impassive, but inside, the satisfaction of a net profit of 35 crystals filled me like fire.

"Here’s your share," he said, pushing the backpack in my direction.

I grabbed the backpack, quickly checking its contents before carefully tying it around 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. Alright?"

Marcel tilted his head, still smiling, and confirmed with a simple nod. "Deal, kid."

Satisfied, I turned and left the room with firm steps, the weight of the backpack on my waist serving as a tangible reminder of my success. When the door closed behind me, I saw Charlotte outside, pacing with a worried expression.

"Finally! What happened in there? Did you make it? How much did he pay? What did he say?"

The questions came out in a constant stream as she approached, but I just kept a mysterious smile.

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"You’re not going to answer me?" she insisted, crossing her arms.

I shrugged, making her even more frustrated, then, without changing my tone, I casually asked, "Do you want to come to my room tonight?"

Charlotte froze for a second before bursting into nervous, sarcastic laughter. "Are you crazy, junior? Of course not!"

I just smiled back, saying nothing. It wasn’t the rejection I was worried about. I knew that, very soon, she’d be in my arms, even if she didn’t know it yet.

With nothing else to say, I started walking back toward the center of the place. Charlotte continued to follow me for a while, insisting with more questions, but I remained silent, just enjoying the moment. Finally, she gave up with an exasperated sigh.

"You’re impossible, you know that?" she muttered before turning on her heels and heading back to the table where her friends were.

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Just like that, another two weeks had passed.

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The last two weeks had been a whirlwind. Of course, my fame hadn’t spread through the tower’s elite—the scholars, explorers, or the most intelligent acolytes barely knew of my existence. But among the failures, the addicts, and the misfits, I was a well-known name. To them, I was "the guy with the white powder."

What really mattered was that, in just two weeks, I had accumulated a fortune I never imagined having so soon. 630 magical crystals. Just thinking about that number sent chills down my spine. It was an absurd amount, enough to equip a complete laboratory and finally walk the path I had always wanted as an engineer. Sure, there was the fear of being robbed or attacked, but the tower’s rules were clear: stealing or killing acolytes was forbidden. Anyone who broke these rules would pay dearly, and the punishment was public execution by some mage professor.

Even so, the fear of losing everything was a constant shadow. My room had become my sanctuary. I spent most of my time locked inside, only going out when necessary, and even then, taking absurd precautions.

I was back in the makeshift lab in my room, carefully mixing the ingredients as the blue glow of the virtual lab interface pulsed in my vision. While my hands worked, my mind split between calculations and the ideas bubbling up in the virtual lab.

"Virtual lab," I mentally commanded, and the interface immediately responded with its cold, mechanical voice: ["Yes?"]

"What updates have been made to the concepts received from Miguel?"

["Concepts updated. We made adjustments to energy applications and efficiency of magical circuits. The calculations seem endless. There are infinite paths, so I decided to correct the basics, because if I were to try to correct everything, I would have to master all areas of engineering, and there was a lack of data on almost all the advanced parts of these areas, which would require an absurd amount of time and energy."]

The schematics and diagrams passed before my eyes like a book being flipped by an invisible wind. Miguel was truly a good teacher in most aspects, the information he left was pure gold.

Finally, I poured the last shimmering powder into a glass container, sealed it tightly, and looked at it with a satisfied smile. "Another 2 kilos ready."

I leaned back in the chair and let out a long, contented sigh. Everything was going as it should. I had money, and most importantly, control over my future. But today was special. Today, Marcel had told me he had gotten what I wanted: Charlotte was captured. Soon, she would be in my arms.

I stood up from the chair with a calculated smile on my lips, grabbed the container with the shimmering powder, and left my room. I walked with firm steps down the tower’s hallways, but my mind was ahead, already visualizing the place I had affectionately nicknamed the "Den of the Useless." It was the perfect name for that bathroom full of failed acolytes, people who had given up on greatness and surrendered to the emptiness of vices.

As soon as I entered the "Den," all eyes turned toward me. The momentary silence was soon broken by euphoric shouts:

"Tyler!"

"Hey, it’s him!"

"The king of the shine!"

Some started approaching, smiling, trying to strike up a conversation as if we were best friends. It was almost comical seeing them groveling for attention. But what caught my eye the most were the acolytes. Some, clearly desperate for another dose, simply abandoned all sense of shame. They approached provocatively, throwing suggestive glances and offering their bodies in exchange for a share of the powder.

"Not today," I murmured coldly, sidestepping them without even slowing my pace. I had business to attend to, and a prettier, more arrogant body to desecrate.

A skinny-faced boy with deep dark circles leaned toward me, whispering, "Hey, Master Tyler... can you hook me up with just a little bit? I’ll pay tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow never comes for you," I responded without even looking at him, my voice laced with disdain.

Finally, I reached the door to Marcel’s office. Still guarded by his lackeys. But now they recognized me and let me in without question.

I extended the container with the white, shimmering powder to Marcel. He took it with firm hands, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the substance before carefully storing it. The next moment, he opened a secret drawer in his desk and pulled out a small pouch. Inside were the promised magical crystals. The exchange was silent, efficient.

With the crystals safely tucked into my bag, I looked at Marcel and spoke, my voice filled with satisfaction: "Where is she?"

Marcel smiled maliciously, but he didn’t seem as excited as I was. He slowly rose from his chair, taking one last look at the container with the powder. Then, with a gesture, he opened a door in the wall beside him.

As 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 had wanted, who was now there, completely surrendered, with no control over her own senses. Ready to be raped.

I stepped forward to take a closer look. Marcel, who was watching my reaction with a thoughtful countenance, sighed and turned to me, beginning to speak: "Remember, Tyler... she was tricked into taking it. One of Charlotte’s friends took a bribe and then put something special in her drink. I don’t know how she’s still awake."

I shook my head dismissively, the feeling of sex burning strong inside me. I didn’t care how she was or how she had gotten there. What mattered was that she was now vulnerable, within my reach.

"Excuse me," I muttered coldly, ignoring Marcel. He walked away with a sigh, understanding that I didn’t want to talk any more. I closed the door behind me with a snap. I was now completely alone with Charlotte, in a dark, stuffy room, the smell of substances mixing with the smell of her vulnerability.

She was lying on the floor, her movements slow and erratic, but her face... ah, her face. I crouched down next to her, watching as the effects of the drug took hold of her.

"Now... you’re going to learn what it’s like to be raped by your junior’s cock," I said softly, the anger built up over the last few weeks exploding in every word as I removed the zipper from my pants. She couldn’t hear me completely, couldn’t understand what I was about to do.

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