Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 863: Uga Uga (Last Day of the month!!! Requesting GT Tickets!!!)

Either outcome served the Empire, as long as the Empire remained above them all.

And there was a second layer to it, which these eight were related to.

Even inside the Empire, certain families were rising too quickly. Their influence was spreading. Their great beings were becoming too numerous.

They were loyal today, yes.

But loyalty weakened when power grew.

Prince Rui’s gaze lingered on the eight once more before returning to the magic circle beneath their feet.

The formation was no ordinary ritual.

It was a summoning circle.

It was meant to open a narrow bridge between this unstable realm and the outside world, allowing a powerful figure from the Black Serpent Empire to descend directly into the ruins.

Normally, such a thing would have been impossible.

Constructed realms had strict rules. Entry and exit were governed by the realm’s own structure, and outside interference was heavily suppressed.

But this particular circle had been prepared with that limitation in mind.

It also did not force the realm open and could interfere with the expulsion process itself. By anchoring a foreign presence into the realm’s laws, the formation created turbulence within the exit mechanism. The realm would struggle to eject participants while the summoning process was active.

That was why Renn, Arianne, Michael, and the others had felt the expulsion begin but could not leave.

The realm was trying to purge them.

But the summoning circle was disrupting the process.

Two rules were colliding with one another.

Fortunately for Prince Rui, the most difficult part of the ritual had already been completed before the realm began collapsing earlier than expected.

The circle had been fed enough mana.

The anchors had been established.

Only the final activation remained.

Prince Rui studied the unstable glow of the formation. The runes carved into the stone were pulsing faster now, reacting to the increasing instability of the realm.

Time was running out.

If the realm collapsed fully before the summoning finished, the bridge would tear apart.

And that would ruin everything.

Prince Rui finally spoke.

"Activate it."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The eight moved quickly, stepping into their assigned positions along the outer ring of the formation. Each of them placed a hand over the engraved runic lines on the ground.

The moment their palms touched the stone, the circle reacted violently.

However, before they could continue, a voice echoed from the distance.

"What you people doing?"

The broken sentence was followed by the appearance of a huge figure.

It was Uga, and he was alone.

The reason was simple. The reason Uga had been convinced to come to these ruins, aside from his sister’s words, was because Michael was coming.

Unfortunately, the pretty boy did not want to fight him, which made Uga uninterested in everything else.

After he had been assigned to a team, Uga had actually tried to follow them to satisfy Michael. Unfortunately, their attitude toward him made him angry.

He did not want to play with those weaklings who disrespected him and called him names. But because of Michael and his elder sister, he did not do anything.

So Uga left and found a random place to sleep.

Occasionally he would wake up and walk around to find either Michael or Renn before falling asleep again because he was bored.

It was only when the realm tried to remove him that he became fully active again.

Coincidentally, he happened to be not far from Prince Rui and his group.

Prince Rui frowned slightly the moment the voice echoed across the cracked ground.

His gaze shifted toward the source.

A huge figure was approaching slowly, his steps heavy but unhurried.

For a brief moment, recognition flickered in Prince Rui’s eyes. But the situation did not allow room for curiosity or the entertainment of strangers.

The summoning circle had already been activated. Any disturbance now could destabilize the ritual.

Prince Rui’s expression hardened slightly.

He could not afford distractions.

Without looking away from the formation for long, he spoke calmly.

"Handle him."

The order was directed at his attendant, the Awakener who had earlier recognized Michael.

The attendant bowed immediately.

"Yes, Your Highness."

He stepped away from the formation and began walking toward Uga, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp.

Meanwhile, Uga had stopped several meters away from the glowing circle.

His gaze lingered on the bright runes on the ground.

The crimson light reflected in his pupils as he tilted his head slightly.

"What this?"

His voice sounded genuinely curious.

Uga scratched the side of his head and leaned forward a little, staring at the glowing pattern like a child examining a strange toy.

"Why shiny circle on ground?"

Before anyone answered, the attendant arrived.

Without hesitation, he threw a punch.

His fist shot forward with intense speed, mana reinforcing the strike as it smashed directly toward Uga’s face.

The blow landed cleanly.

A dull impact echoed across the clearing.

Uga’s head tilted slightly from the force.

His feet sank half an inch into the cracked ground beneath him.

Dust burst outward.

But that was all.

He did not move.

Not even a step.

The massive youth simply blinked once and slowly straightened his head again.

The attendant’s eyebrows twitched.

Who was this beast?

That punch was strong enough to knock down most participants in this realm.

Only Michael should be able to counter him so easily.

Yet the boy in front of him had not even stumbled.

Uga touched his cheek where the fist had landed, rubbing the spot slowly.

Then he looked at the attendant.

Confusion filled his expression.

"Why hit me?" he asked honestly.

The attendant did not answer.

Instead, his eyes narrowed slightly.

If the first punch had been meant as a quick removal, the second was no longer casual.

His arm drew back again.

This time, mana surged visibly around his fist. The air tightened as the energy condensed, the faint crackle of pressure forming around his knuckles.

Then he struck again.

The second punch shot forward like a cannon.

It carried far more force than the first, the reinforced blow aimed directly at Uga’s jaw with enough power to shatter stone.

The impact echoed sharply.

Dust exploded outward as the ground beneath Uga’s feet fractured further, the cracks spreading like spiderwebs through the dry terrain.

For a brief moment, Uga’s head tilted again.

His massive body leaned slightly to the side.

But again, he did not move.

Not a single step.

His feet remained planted exactly where they had been.

The attendant’s pupils shrank.

This time, the reaction was impossible to ignore.

Uga slowly turned his head back toward the attendant.