Tzeentch's spells went wrong one after another. Low-probability events became problems with enormous consequences, and Tzeentch kept trying to salvage the situation, stopping the spells from running out of control and backfiring.
The problem was that even a God of Magic like him could not bring everything fully back under control.
"BOOM!!" With a deafening blast, the first runaway spell exploded, followed by the second, the third, the fourth...
A dazzling fireworks display erupted across Tzeentch's body. Of the thousands of composite spells he had cast simultaneously, a third went out of control and exploded, injuring him.
Tzeentch felt a little frightened. Low-probability events occurring at such a critical moment had to be someone's scheme...
So he immediately searched the timelines and threads of fate for the truth, at the cost of one of his heads shriveling and withering away.
He soon found the answer. First, he had himself to blame. Tzeentch, who walked the path of change, habitually left flaws that made his perfect schemes less than complete... It was almost an instinct...
And so, when casting spells, he did not cast them perfectly either. Instead, he habitually left a chance for the magic to run out of control.
What had triggered that chance was...
"Hops..." Tzeentch spat out the name of the Star of Hope.
Hope had combined with a low-probability event, bringing a fatal magical mishap into being.
A silver light crossed tens of millions of light-years, piercing countless warped spaces to shine upon Boss Slick's statue.
No matter the circumstances, hope always existed.
Beneath the light of hope, Boss Slick's consciousness, crushed by immense pressure, slowly gathered again. His fighting spirit rekindled, and strength filled him once more.
The hard mass covering Boss Slick's body shattered. The force of his punch surged like an erupting volcano,