Luke's eyes saw it, but his body couldn't react in time.
The purple Magic Sphere hit Luke's stomach with unerring accuracy.
This thing didn't look as formidable as the grand and sun-like Fireball Technique,
but the moment it struck Luke, it poisoned his guts until they turned green.
"Aaahhh!"
A squeal like that of a pig being slaughtered came from Luke's throat.
This Wild Boar Person, known for his tough skin and flesh, was brought to his knees by the unassuming purple Magic Sphere, doubled over in pain and curling up like a cooked shrimp!
Luke only felt an unbearable heat where the Magic Sphere had hit him, as if his flesh was rotting away, his Life Force slowly draining from his body, his consciousness fading.
The Wild Boar People were naturally durable, and Luke, at level 8, had about 1000 Hit Points, a fact he took great pride in,
