Among Redhead and his brothers, there was a saying: if the boss says I can do it, then I must be able to. The boss had never been wrong.
That was what Redhead told his brothers after waking up the next day, still unable to move. That evening, another man lay down on the experimental table brimming with confidence, only to let out the same heart-rending screams.
However, Mulan and Hope already had one procedure's worth of experience. By the second day, they had adjusted the fusion agent beforehand, reducing the dosage and adding some mild supporting agents. Their fine control over the contact between magic power and the soul had also improved, so although the second man screamed horribly, he was in far less danger than Redhead had been.
Once the second day's alchemical surgery was successfully completed, the second man also ended up unconscious.
On the third day, Redhead and the second brother both told the third man that lying on the operating table was nothing. If they could do it, he certainly could, or they would look down on him.
Mulan and Hope repeated the procedure, along with the screaming, struggling, fainting, and waking.
On the fourth evening, Redhead, who could now barely move around, pushed a wheelchair with each hand. The three of them approached their last brother together.
"Don't worry. You can definitely do it!"
"That's right. I might have screamed a lot yesterday, but it really wasn't that uncomfortable."
"Why did you scream if it wasn't uncomfortable?"
"Well, I screamed, and the boss screamed too. Maybe it's part of the ritual. I guarantee you'll scream too. Don't be scared. Just get up there and lie down. It'll be over soon."
"Exactly!" "That's how it is." "Don't worry!"
"Yeah, didn't you notice we didn't lose