"Goblin Magical Contract... That way... the control would be stronger... It should make things much more convenient when the time came."
A faint smile curled Wizet's lips as he murmured to himself, jotting down a new inspiration in his Notebook.
This so-called "new inspiration" was a set of ideas he had gained from the Goblin Magical Contract.
He integrated those ideas into the Ritual Magic that would be carried out tonight.
As he did so, the conversations of the M.S.C. staff drifted into his ears.
After listening for only a moment, he caught the unease hidden beneath their words.
His gaze swept over the M.S.C. staff—their furrowed brows, wandering eyes, and the barely concealed anxiety in their expressions... He knew all of it far too well.
In fact, before coming to this world, he had gone through a similar period himself, trapped in much the same state of mind.
Back then, he had been an unnoticed orphan in a welfare home, a child countless prospective adoptive parents had considered a burden because of his physical disability.
Whenever strangers entered through the gates with smiles on their faces, his heart would pound wildly. Secretly, he hoped that an adoptive parent would choose him, that he would finally have a home and the family affection he had longed for.
Yet hope flared up and died again and again. Once those prospective parents saw his empty trouser leg, they could not even spare him an extra glance.
Gradually, an icy voice emerged in his heart, growing clearer and louder. "Don't be stupid. Who would be willing to take a cripple home? You'd only be a burden to others."
It was not until later that he fully understood that placing all his hopes on the outside world would only bring him more pain and