Magnus was furious. Something had gone wrong with the ritual circle. How could Kuka, an ordinary Ork, a Weirdboy, possess such a tenacious will?
This was a magic circle invented by the God of Wisdom and cast by a demigod like Magnus. How could a mortal still have the strength to resist?
Magnus flew to the very center of the ritual circle, beside Kuka. He pressed both hands against Kuka's head and poured power directly into his brain. Now... Kuka shouldn't be able to resist anymore, should he?
Kuka found it even harder to recall his memories. Every fragment he remembered brought agonizing pain. He felt as though he were being torn apart, as though he were about to die.
"What are you afraid of, Kuka? You can do this! You're Gork's Divine Messenger!"
A thunderous voice boomed inside Kuka's mind, and a name stirred back to life in his memories.
"You've gotta believe in yourself. I'm Mork's Chosen. No matter how many times you die, I'll bring you back!"
"Boss Slick..." Kuka endured the excruciating pain in his mind and silently murmured the name. At the same time, he opened his eyes and met Magnus's single eye.
This time, it was Magnus's mind that exploded. The spell's failure caused a tremendous backlash within the magic circle, and naturally, Magnus, the core of the ritual circle, had to bear the chaotic energy it sent surging back.
Fortunately, Magnus was a genius with extraordinary psychic talent. Combined with his demigod physique, weathering this backlash was hardly a problem. A little rest afterward would be enough for him to recover.
Would Kuka give Magnus time to weather the backlash? Of course not. Realizing he had been deceived, Kuka unleashed unimaginable strength.
"Boss Slick told me I've gotta believe in myself! I've got