Evolution:The Bloodthirsty Saga of the Magic Engineer-Chapter 62: Library

Satisfied, I stood up slowly, calmly adjusting my clothes. As I dressed, I cast one last glance at Charlotte, who lay collapsed on the floor, her hair disheveled and her half-closed eyes holding a strange, enigmatic smile.

Her pussy was still leaking my semen.

Before I could fully turn my back, a hoarse and mocking voice broke the silence: "You lost… hahaha..."

I turned my head, curious. Charlotte was trying to get up, but her legs were too weak to hold her own weight. She collapsed again, laughing to herself, as if she had discovered something that made sense only in her muddled mind.

I watched her for a moment, emotionless. I just sighed. It wasn’t worth responding. With a brisk motion, I opened the door, leaving her alone in that miserable state.

On the other side, Marcel was sitting in his chair, watching me with that constant smile of someone who always seems to be analyzing something.

"Now that you’ve had her, we’re even. From now on, I only want your product," he said, intertwining his fingers over the desk.

I nodded, keeping my expression firm.

"Send someone to take care of Charlotte. She needs a bath… After that, send her back to her room," I said, my voice cold, almost as if I were dealing with a broken object that needed discarding.

Marcel nodded, confirming the request would be fulfilled. Without further words, I turned away, leaving his office.

Descending the stairs, I passed familiar faces—the "addicts," as I mentally called them. They huddled in their usual lazy postures, their eyes always tracking my every move like starving dogs waiting for scraps. I ignored them entirely, walking straight ahead, focused only on reaching my room.

Once back in my space, the smell of sweat and depravity still clung to me, a reminder of what I had done with Charlotte. I took a quick shower, scrubbing every part of my body. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I felt renewed, ready for the next step.

My magical crystals were safe. I had managed to accumulate an absurd amount—660 magical crystals—in just a few weeks. A sum that, even with the tower’s security rules, made my heart race every time I thought about it.

But for me, these crystals weren’t just wealth; they were a means to an end. The plan to build my laboratory was getting closer to fruition. However, before that, I needed to expand my knowledge. My mental database was still absurdly limited when it came to general knowledge about this world.

"Now it’s time to invest in knowledge," I murmured to myself as I put on clean clothes and secured the pouch with a few magical crystals to my belt.

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With around 60 surplus magical crystals, I was willing to spend whatever it took to acquire information about magical plants, creatures, metals, weaknesses, and anything else that could give me an advantage in the world beyond the tower.

After walking for a few minutes through the tower’s cold corridors, I finally reached the library. The place was simple, a stone room with rough walls, but the air carried a special weight, as if it were imbued with accumulated wisdom. The yellowed wooden shelves were filled with carefully organized books, each promising a glimpse into the magical world.

Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn’t find spellbooks here. Those were treasures belonging to another sphere of the tower, traded at exorbitant prices of 30 to 50 magical crystals each. But I wasn’t bothered. What I sought here was general knowledge.

Behind a simple desk, the librarian sat. He was a level-3 acolyte, middle-aged, with a calm yet tired expression. He was absorbed in a book, which didn’t surprise me. This type of acolyte formed a peculiar group in the tower—men and women who had reached an intermediate level over the years but had abandoned any ambition to advance. For them, dangerous and risky missions no longer made sense, but neither did they want to return to ordinary life outside the tower.

I approached the desk with firm and direct steps. Before heading to the shelves, I asked the librarian:

"How much does each book cost?"

He lifted his eyes from the book he was reading and looked at me coldly, as if my question were an unnecessary interruption.

"One magical crystal to read the book here in the library for as long as you want. But you can’t take the book out. If you leave or need to use the bathroom, you’ll have to pay again to continue reading."

I nodded. "No problem."

He seemed satisfied with my brief answer and returned his attention to the book. "Bring the books you want. I’ll unlock their seals for you."

"Understood," I replied with a nod before moving away to explore the shelves.

The shelves stretched across the room, and I passed through them calmly, my eyes scanning the spines and titles. I picked up a book here and there, leafing through the opening pages, but as expected, only the introduction was visible. The rest was obscured by a dark mist that made them unreadable.

That mist was impressive. It was said that the tower master himself, the legendary mage Nicolas, had created this magical mechanism. Any attempts to bypass the spell would only activate a hidden magical formation that delivered terrible punishments. It wasn’t something anyone, even the boldest, would dare to challenge.

There I was, pretending to read the introduction of the book "The History of Bloodlines" with a serious expression on my face, but inside, my focus was elsewhere. My mind was working tirelessly as I gave a command to the virtual lab. I was willing to try.

"Scan this book. Try and see if you can extract its content without triggering the magical formation!"

The familiar electronic voice echoed in my mind:

["Command received!"]

["Processing mission…"]

["Initiating deep scan…"]

I tilted my head slightly, letting my hair fall over my eyes to hide the faint blue glow that would undoubtedly draw attention if anyone noticed. But I was prepared for this. The trick was simple: keep my head down and act as though I was completely absorbed in the book.

Suddenly, the virtual lab began emitting alerts:

["Unknown protective force field detected…"]

["Analyzing…"]

["Beep! Warning… Force field undergoing unknown transformation…"]

["Scan complete…"]

I sighed deeply, closing my eyes for a few seconds before shutting the book in my hands.

"Damn," I muttered to myself. It was clear that the magical formations on these books weren’t something I could bypass. Even the technology of the virtual lab, which I trusted so much, couldn’t breach the barrier. Any interference, no matter how minor, seemed poised to trigger the protective mechanisms—something that wasn’t worth the risk.

Still, it wasn’t a total failure. The virtual lab was useful in other ways. While I couldn’t scan the content directly from the books, as long as I rented them for enough time, the lab could perfectly reproduce them in my database. No need for manual copying. That alone was a tremendous advantage.

I picked up "The History of Bloodlines" again and walked calmly toward another shelf. This time, I headed straight to the section I knew was essential for me: magical crystals. I scanned the titles carefully until something caught my eye.

"Magical Crystals and the History of Their Creation."

The book was thick and seemed to contain a considerable amount of valuable information. I grabbed it and continued browsing the shelves. Soon, I spotted another title that was practically mandatory for any acolyte who wished to survive and thrive.

"Glossary of Magical Creatures."

I grabbed that one too, along with other volumes that listed rare materials and their magical properties.

With the stack of books firmly balanced in my arms, I walked toward the librarian and placed them on the desk. He looked at me, his eyes narrowing for a moment before breaking into a smile.

I could almost hear his thoughts: "What a foolish acolyte. Doesn’t he understand he can’t take the books outside? Or does he really believe he’ll memorize everything? Well, either way, it’s not my problem."

The librarian finally broke the silence:"30 magical crystals."

Wasting no time, I reached for my belt and pulled out the required magical crystals, placing them on the desk without hesitation.

He counted them quickly before smiling, satisfied. Then, raising his right hand, the ring on his finger began to glow with a faint and steady light. He pressed the ring against the cover of each book, one by one, and I watched as the glow of the magical formations momentarily faded before returning to normal.

"All set. They’re unlocked. Take as much time as you need."

I walked calmly toward a secluded table, choosing one tucked behind a stone pillar, far from the watchful and suspicious eyes of the librarian. I could feel his gaze on my back, as if trying to pierce through me and uncover my secrets. Despite that, I didn’t let it rattle me. His suspicion was understandable, but logically, he probably assumed I was just a foolish, rich acolyte or some heir from a wealthy family wasting magical crystals. Let him keep thinking that.

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