"It's gravity magic!"
It was as if every inch of his skin had been loaded with compressed, refined iron ingots, and sluggish sounds of flesh and bone being pulled and grinding against each other came from all over his body.
That awful sensation, familiar yet countless times harder to endure, made Cornell involuntarily recall the roommate who had specialized in gravity magic back when he was studying in Huan Cai City.
Back then, he had forced himself to withstand the gravity spell the other party cast on him, then used the standard-issue staff distributed by the academy to knock the man's head crooked. Only then had he won a bed far away from the toilets.
Now, many years had passed. He was a level 9 mage, specializing in the Conjuration school, only one step away from the boundary of "Transcendent."
In this desolate corner far from human habitation, on the border of the kingdom, inside a dark cavern where perhaps no intelligent creature had ever set foot—
He once again experienced that crushing pressure from "gravity."
"Creak..."
A brittle, shrill sound of bone teeth grinding came from beside him.
The corner of his eye swept over instinctively.
Then he froze.
At some point, the Half-Orc, likewise affected by the Silver-White Device in the center of the distant cavern and burdened with several times normal gravity—
Was already on all fours, pressed half-sprawled to the ground, as if he truly had become a beast of the wilderness.
"No, this isn't right!"
The expression of the Half-Orc flashed through his mind, twisted out of shape from forcing himself to hold up his body, along with the bulging veins and swelling muscles of his arms and thighs, and the five fingers sunk deep into the muddy ground...
Even if the other party's body